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Poem 392

Very Bad Archive

Thus Spake Honey De or scoff, scoff

Robert Hawkins

For it is all men and women.
Start their first moments.
Stangers.
Realizing the emotional impact.
One feels from each other.
Or surmise intercourse.
The epitome of love.
Is there any reason to say.
Love is deaf, dumb and blind?
Without all encompassing.
Friendship.
It's a necessity.
To really merge.
But if you.
Get to that comfort zone.
To look at someone.
Know what their thinking.
Cause your thinking the same thing.
Damn.
That's when life can be so smooth.
You know you love someone.
Cain't put a finger.
On a damn thing.
Ain't it cool?

Honey De told me.
The inevitable clarity.
That hormones.
Ones root cause to be.
Mercifully free.
From.
The ravages of intelligence.
For rarely.
Wisdom and lust.
Go benefically together.
The lasting effect.
A man.
A woman.
That budding.
When you know it's love.
Yet remain amiable.
Rather than amorous.
You know that yearning?
In your heart.
When she is away?
You feel that swelling.
In your heart of hearts.
Before that of your loin.
When your each.
In the others.
Embrace.

You can actually.
Have common intersts.
Mutual passions.
They will always be there.

(Bobby)
(It's Honey De)
(You know)
(I have a root canal today)

(But Honey De)
(Baby)
(You would leave me) (hanging here?)

(Just write what I wrote) (yesterday)(OK)

OK, Honey De.
Bear with me.

Lets see.
Oh, yeah.
Listen up you guys.
And girls.
Especially you girls.

Honey De says.
I quote.

Understanding passions.
A volatile thing.
All to likely.
To change.
Or fade away.
When friendship.
Not your mainstay.

And this, Honey De says.
Friendship grows in porportion.
Exponentially.
One day.
Then every day.
This I know.
But listen to Honey De say.
Base your love.
On sight.
Beauty, body.
And fill the depths of hell.
No trust.
Tears of anger.
Loveless days.

But love.
Really love.
Your mind, your heart.
For she is also.
Your best friend.
And that deep sweetness.

It is,, it's.
What you love.
Your body.
Will follow along in it's wake.
Ain't she cool?

I could have had.
Movie queens.
Or stayed in a dream.
But I defy.
Anyone?
To find a better.
Woman.
Than, Honey De.
rlh

Note; Honey De those fleas still bothering you.
Daddy, is still here.
They ain't in your league.
And never will be.

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works:

In Excelsis Gloria Cosily Dead

Submitted Oct 24th, 20:20

Female Symptomatic

Submitted Oct 6th, 21:18

Memories Not Disneyland

Submitted Oct 6th, 20:58