Some Random poems.

Some Random poems.

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THIS MAN WANTS!

By Ross Lombardi

"Good Woman?" SCREW THAT!

"Bad WOMAN?" HELL NO!

"HUMAN WOMAN?" HELL YES!

I don't want a "good woman"!

I don't want a "bad woman"!

I do not want an "Ideal", "Concept" or a "Construct"!

I want a real normal, flawed like anyone else,

Special in so many secret ways, like everyone else,

I want a Female human to fall mutually in love with and spend our lives together with.

A normal woman who farts, swears, and sweats

A woman who is a person of mortal clay first and a fake social convention "Lady Mask" second.

I don't want a goddess.

I don't want a thrall

I want an "other half" to make each other whole.

I want her best.

I want her worst

I want her weak AND I want her strong

And I want her all night long

I want her real self

And for her to accept me as both weak and strong in return.

I want someone to fight with (not against) - them and me - back-to-back - Both of us vs the entire rest of the world!

I want the reality - Not the dream.

I WANT A WOMAN!

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Doffing My Cap

By Ross Lombardi

No complaints here, sir.

I am happy with my lot,

For all the food I have not got.

No Bitterness, here, on my empty tongue

No belly full of regret

Just a happy dignified forborne smile.

So, tell me, posh person,

Am I having fun yet?

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ALL THIS

By Ross E F Lombardi

To kill a silent mocking word.

To allow a scream to die.

To not allow a whisper to be heard.

To promote and brag the lie.

To disallow dissent to be stirred.

To disallow the journalist to pry.

To slaughter the singing pretty bird.

To forbid the child to cry.

No spirit may look skyward.

No one may stand too tall.

You MUST conform to the mewing herd.

ALL THIS to control us All.

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SALT WALL BURNING.

By Ross E F Lombardi

On this wall.

This wall of Salburn,

Of This town of Salburn-by-the-Sea.

On this wall.

Where the woman who once loved me,

Once waited,

Once waited here for me.

In this damned wall,

This wall of pain.

This Salty Burn by an acidic memory Sea.

My imagination haunts me.

As she now holds another man,

Another man in her arms.

A man who is not me.

My self-flagellating cruel mind will,

Rip my heart and soul.

Tears a tear from eye.

A constant gut-repeated punch,

That will not let be.

For I know.

No one now,

Will ever mourn,

Or ever wait again,

Wait again for me.

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Monday At The Hope

By Ross E F Lombardi

… Here to sing out a broken heart

Karaoke exorcism for the soul

All about me and my pain

Then I pause and look around me…

I am not the only broken heart here

Each face,

Each Song sung says the same.

Sullen faces filled with hidden agony

Whether man, woman or gender X

I am not alone

For a sea of broken hearts surrounds me…

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Saltburn Sunset

By Ross Lombardi

Who smudged pink paint across the sky?

Above the scab that is the land.

Where factory towers loom high,

Where the sea licks the sand.

How long must the sun bleed its light?

Squeezed between clouds of grey.

An awe-inspiring, Beautiful sight,

When the night meets the day.

Nature or God used his pallet knife here,

In uneven steaks of pink

The sky and sea are similar shades of grey

Boring, predictable.

Then there is that slash across the canvas,

A cut, A wound, A sunset.

Happens again each birth and death of day.

Painted, born.

Burns, lives.

Bleeds, dies.

And slowly fades away.