Enduring the emotional scar of rejection by a desired lover
REJECTED
I stand here quiet and staring
Unable to breathe or speak
Mind and heart enraptured
My body still and meek
Paralyzed in ecstasy
Your face in my full view
I beg to ask the question
While my heart beats out the clue
What am I doing here? I ask
Oh, how do I belong?
Only handsome men of substance
Can sing to you their song
My character is lacking
My means so puny and few
Dreaming words of love and care
I want from such as you
So I walk away in silence
To wonder and atone
Rejected by all that’s decent
Lonesome and alone
Rejected by all that’s decent
Lonesome and alone
In a moment of exotic passion
Your image across my eyes
I’m dazzled by your beauty
Of treasures in sweet disguise
My heart is sorely yearning
For words of love and time
And close and personal contact
That never will be mine
Why is life so cruel with its
Fairness and deceit
Cheating lovers and their dreams
Beneath its sodden feet
My heart is sad and bitter
A disappointed mess
I only want what others have
Instead of ugliness
What am I doing here? I ask
Oh, how do I belong?
Only handsome men of substance
Can sing to you their song
My character is lacking
My means so puny and few
Dreaming words of love and care
I want from such as you
So I walk away in silence
To wonder and atone
Rejected by all that’s decent
Lonesome and alone
Rejected by all that’s decent
Lonesome and alone
Love is so much dearer to those who have loved and lost
to find the best treasures of life you must also bear the cost.
But...I do not preach. Kathy P. dances the dance, and that is so much better.
This is an entire new twist to the usual poetic themes you write--from deep passionate love to the lonely life of unrequited love and rejection. That soft drum beat in the background really adds mood to your recitation. Well done, Richard.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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to find the best treasures of life you must also bear the cost.
But...I do not preach. Kathy P. dances the dance, and that is so much better.
Kathy
I'm wondering if there is a tine to it?
My best wishes always,
Diana...
Regis
Ron