Original Poems III

(The following poem is a Recipe for me)

"Sweet, but Bitter"

A large cup of intellect
mixed with a dash of sweetness and elegance
drops of sociable and witty
and why not add some talent and passion to the mix
and don't forget the compassion and ambition
mixed together with the great pure spoon
all thrown together they make a great mix
but not perfection
there was too much anger, disappointment,
lost opportunities, and misfortune added
this gives a sour and bitter taste to the product
but it is still great, just need to get used to the taste

(The following poem is an Alternative Self)

"Rumors"

Have you heard?
the gossip she has spread
obnoxious, false, unbelievable. It's surprising
the things that go on in that devious little head

Snobby is an understatement
preppy or stuck up, all the the same
she takes cruel and rude to a whole new level
and she is the only one to blame

gold-digger, slacker!
parents pay, dependent upon everyone else
seems like the friends are endless but when she is really alone,
she was wishing she was someone else

everyone turns one her
you thought they'd stay?
for most it was not a surprise
for your acts, you must pay

for you were disloyal, stubborn, and selfish
even the closest pals could not stay
after being backstabbed by the "greatest"
there, you have gotten your way

and now you would like to turn
around and start again
for all you really needed
was a true friend

(The following poem is a I Am )

"Waiting for Perfection"

I am that hopeless romantic that is still waiting for you
I see a beach, full of sand and endless possibilities
I hear the tides crashing against the shore
I feel your warmth, as you lean closer

I see a 5-star restaurant, an elegant dress, and a glass of wine
I see your bright, youthful, joyous eyes gazing into mine
I hear classical music playing softly behind us
I try to make this night last forever

I feel the warmth of the newly burning fire place
I smell the greatness present in your home cooking
I see the gentle movements of the fire rise from vanilla candles
I touch your smooth hands, as you pull out the ring

I know I will find you and that ring
those summer nights, restaurants, and your sweet home cooking
I know I will find find you, I won't and can't stand for anything less for
I am that hopeless romantic that is still waiting for you