"Tempted"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Hint of, Daring Love to Come

"Tempted"

 

Tempt me not!

For you, just don’t know
How much evil, I can become

I am, a desperate man

Without love’s lust, but
In lust for love, I am
                              
I am so sad and all alone

With a remembrance haunting
I have become, the hermit

Lost in his own cave

A troll if you will, here waiting to bop
Some unaware female, just passing by

The scent of such, a fair girl
It makes my eyes water

Just to think, like that

I  would be, lucky enough
That she, would dare come

Near to my reach

The heart of a troll
Is it not, but a stone?

Yet in, this Charlatan’s chest

It is a crazed moth
In search of a flame

Seed my desires

If you dare, pass not to close
Or 

Your lights will go out!

And when you awake

Mine, you’ll forever be
You will

 Be Mine!

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Four Poems for a Buck"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Verse About A Would Be Poet

"Four Poems for a Buck" 

Once again this broken down poet is out of luck

He and his old pick-up truck

He and his rambling mind and this fading of time

Still and silent is he, the mountain; buried beneath

Burnt out blues, delivered by run down fools

The lost of his literary tools

Jumbled words stall once again, this fall

The rustling of the winds

Roses bled dry, stuffed in a flask

The death of his Genie in that bottle of glass

Hopes and dreams, forgotten schemes denied

Searching for love; but yet, he never asked or even tried

Pill pop penned with out stopping

But yet never a cigarette to be lit

Once more, pictures shot and stored

Living this life was such a chore

For fate and destiny have played their roles

But just now, they have decided it

That final slice, how lovers wrestled

With vim and vigor, vinegar and wine

These words fell upon, Death's ears

The receipt-ant, colder then ice

His tears turned into, ice

Scribblings upon paper

In a forgotten study

He lies there bloody cold

Amongst the shattered glass, and the mold

Stained Blood Red, by the wine

No final dance

No friendship ring

No way out

No way to win

His mansion crumbling

The fumbling of his words

She never heard

His attempts detoured

Just he and his scribblings

He and his dreams

His memories, of

Forgotten scenes

At last, a will and testament

Is found, amongst the clutter

Every word he ever muttered

Scribed in blood

Covered with crumbs of bread and butter

I bequeath to you, my only daughter

Every word I have ever uttered

I truly loved your rotten mother

She this only Gal, lives a life of a swell

From poverty she came

Richly with out shame

From loving words her Father uttered

Selling them only, one by one

The job would never get done

So she sells them time and time again

Four poems for a dollar

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Forgot-ton"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of Disgust by Love Lost 

"Forgot-ton"

Look into your heart

 Through Its endless layers

Where I have been buried

Yet still I am,  alive
 By whatever evil

Being

Turn back the hands of time
To the beginning

Where love bloomed

Forget this doom

 Its gloom
This fake life, you

Have claimed 

And

Choose to sustain

One in which you, will not

Utter, my name

Utter my, name
Utter my Name!

Or even think of It
 Least you remember me
Your lover

Although I failed you somehow
Did not a chance remain?

To fix whatever damage, that was done

Blindsided by a big red truck

Swept away, like dirt upon the floor
Flung into the dung-heap

Did you, ever lose any sleep?
One day I was still your lover

And then the other

Forgotten

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"The Poet" a story of Biblical per portions by Sinbad the Sailor Man Chapter One Continued

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As the room is restored Donnie rights himself and gets to his feet. Wow! He says out loud as he assumes he is talking to himself, But suddenly he gets a clear line of sight and a focused view of Donald sitting there in the corner of the small room, I have did it again he softly mumbles and falls into his make shift bed.


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Stolen Time Displaced

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Tempted

Tempted
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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A hint of daring, daring that love to come.


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Four Poems for a Buck

Four Poems for a Buck
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Forgotton

Tons of Love Forgotten
Duh! The Big Red Truck

Forgotten
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It Seems to Me

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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



Poetry: Another of this Authors, poems from Night School 1981-82.

Grandfather

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Poetry: One of the first poems from this author, it was created in 1981-82 while attending Night School.

An Injured Soldier

An Injured Soldier
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Poetry: A falling Angel's reflections on his time here on Earth, when he strayed from his mission at hand.