An Ode To Prisoners Of Love!
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“Back to the cell! Tomorrow’s another Day!”
If I visit you, what then will I do?
We’ll try to chase what will ensue.
Yes, I could die to have a meal with you.
I could just stare at a meaningless menu.
I’ll travel for hours expecting great expectations.
Perhaps you’ll expound on the nations and relations.
But like now, my head is not with you,
But mourning every morning without you.
Because I love you just that much,
My heart has holes and scars and such!
I cringe at having an hour of you.
And no! I don’t want to imprison you.
I want to see you flutter by,
In and out all day, yes, like a butterfly.
To have you for just an hour or so,
Is only my education, to make me know,
That I am a prisoner of my mind.
There is no way to leave you behind.
I want to see you walk by.
I want to know if you cry.
I never want to say goodbye.
Yes, I think there’s something in my eye.
I traveled these hours in my mind.
This travel has only led me to find,
The arrow that first was shot,
Has now become intensely hot.
I remember how it was painful at first.
Removing the arrow is impossible and worse.
As I travel from you the barbs catch and tear.
Reality grips and rips. You’re not “there”.
Tears will wash my spirit away.
What sins am I paying for today?
I can feel jagged hooks gripping my heart
Loneliness and sorrow are ripping me apart.
So I traveled to hold you in my arms.
I awaited and anticipated all your charms.
I briefly held your life in mine.
I could see you now if I were blind.
Leaving you is such sweet sorrow.
Of course I repeat this trip tomorrow.
An air of death is all I smell.
As I return now to my cell.
It’s the cell of loneliness, self-imposed?
Have I burned the bridges? Are all doors closed?
Didn’t I die a few moments ago?
Alas on the train of life-I’m just a hobo!
I’ll live again. I’ll try and, I guess, I'll fail.
I’ve imprisoned myself in a wide open jail.
It’s such a long walk back to the ole cell block.
It’s a dark and dingy place. It doesn’t have a lock.
I’ve said so much that I have nothing to say.
So I’m locking myself up for another day.
I’ll rattle my cage with an old tin can.
Tomorrow I get out to travel again.
I’ll go back to you for an hour or two.
But then I’ll walk the longest mile for you.
I’ll once again leave so that you can live.
I’ll carve up my heart. It’s all I have to give.
Once again tears will take my breath.
Once again I’ll die another death.
And after I die I’ll hear the guard say,
“Back to the cell! Tomorrow’s another Day!”
You Are The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me
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Great Poem Mickey and i enjoyed the video too. Glad you have someone in your life like that!
I love it, Micky :-)
And I love the pictures..thanks!!
Hi Tantrum! It's really about someone I can or could see for a short time. I don't actually. Maybe because the pain would be insufferable. But- I still "live it" every frickin' day! It's a love that's missed.
Hi Donna. You know I love your work. Unfortunately as you can see if you see from my above comment- it's "missed". It's missed as in missed and then "missed"! Thanks!
Thank you very much Msorensson! I am so pleased that you enjoyed it!
Bro Micky,av heard many people so many times say they have said all they have to say and when i came across it here,i smiled and remembered my late Dad...
Great poem bro.
Wow Micky Dee - you have truly done it again! A poem with pictures first of all is great - but a poem with pictures with bicycles - living their lives is sheer genius. I had to keep scrolling back up to look at the pictures of the ones by themselves - and the one seen through a picture window. You put a lot into this.
And then - you add a marvelous young Gladys Knight and the Pips youtube - she is great!
OK - I'm going to bookmark this and forward it to a biker friend (she bikes all over NYC) and rate it up!
Great fun! Thanks!
Rossimobis my Brother! You know I love and appreciate you. Thank you Sir! God bless Dad!
BkCreative- you are so divine! Thank you very much. I need to get over and see what you NYers are doing! Thank you so very much!
That was good imagination, I am sure you are proud, we know when we have done something good even if we must be modest.
Hi Pollyannalana! For me I have to know that this is not "all me" maybe "not me". Not inspired by me? I just know for me- pride goeth before the fall! I'm just about a half step from falling on my butt or face or both. I guess we can't really "do it" but I'd like to think "unattached" from most that I do. Yet inspiration comes from outside/inside?! It comes. I was heavy with this love that I cannot partake of really. It was heavier than all else today. So- I had to put off pics of cycling and do this. It is a bit painful. Thank you Pollyannalana! You are very kind. God bless you and your family.
Oh, I have faced the bars that did not hold a glass of black velvet, and a possibility on the stool three seats down, gazing at me only when I was not returning the favor,
I have been incarcerated in the dank hole of my soul, facing the crossbars that crucify us all at times, gazing out from my lonely hibernation as the world goes by, to weary to even try to find some solace in another's eyes, to many tries and sighs without the highs of love being returned. Sometimes we are our own best companion, commiserating with only our thoughts and memories to soothe the seemingly endless empty aches that eat like cancer through the meet of our heart, which seldom does meet another heart in those months of monkhood, worshipping the pain.~~Superb write Mickey~~~MFB III
How lovely Mickey...great pictorials and poetic painting of words...delightful!
"too weary to even try to find some solace in another's eyes, to many tries and sighs without the highs of love being returned"
Thank you MFB! You've certainly added what I could have - had I been mentally proficient. I do so need your "additions" to my hubs. You certainly complete them.
Yes- "I am to weary to even try to find some solace in another's eyes, too many tries and sighs without the highs of love being returned"!
Maybe you've read through this and figured that I haven't "pursued". I can't drive - to yearn - to love - to miss - to hurt - to immerse myself in a harder and darker loneliness than I handle with this modest ability!
Thank you MFB!
Oh my you are so kind Aley Martin! Thank you very much!
Micky, you really know how to make a poem. Lovelyyyyy!!!!
I wish I will be with someone who love me that much, in the way you love the person who made you write this poem. She is so lucky.
Thank you for sharing the content of your heart, Micky. I really like it. ^_^
Mick, I sorta understand and then I'm not sure I do. Great job putting this together,from pics, to an excellent poem. It reveals a familiar feeling, and I suppose it will in different ways for all who read it. Much Love and Peace
Thank you very much Freya. I should think you are beating men off with a stick! You are such a lovely person! Thank you Dear. May Allah bless you!
Yo 50! This intent is a little vague. It's really about missing someone but not "taking the long trip" for a short meeting. It doesn't have to be a girl-friend or boy-friend thing. It's "missing" someone terribly and having just too little time to love. Then there is so much expectation- going to and coming from. Then there is that loneliness that stays. Thanks Bro!
You wrote an ode and illustrated it with all these amazing bicycle paintings! I love it!
Thank you very much Storytellersrus! I loved your "ode"! See you at your place!
Very creative and quite meaningful Micky. It is such a treat to read poetry such as this. Thanks for the extra effort of adding the pics too.
This poem really touched my heart. Thank you for taking the time to write it.
Namaste.
Yo Jen! How is your solitude? Mine reeks actually! Oh well! Thank you very much for stopping by. I'm so glad that you had a good time! Thanks Jen!
Hi Deborah! It's good to see you! I'm glad that it grabbed you! Thank you Dear!
MickyDee, So moving! "Removing the arrow is impossible and worse. As I travel from you the barbs catch and tear. Reality grips and rips. You’re not “there”.
A gripping emotional word picture! Loved the Video too .. so fitting!
Personaly, I think risk of reaching out is always worth it .. better to have risked and reached out than never to have risked at all and be left to wonder ... what if? I know not how it was originally written .. I mekenze..ized it. lol
Hey Mick, I invite ya to read my latest hub .. you will find yourself there. :)
Love TO You!
Mekenzie
This is beautiful poem. It touching my heart. Again, you complete this poem with beautiful painting. I liked it very much. Thanks for showing me your talent. Good work, Micky.
Best,Prasetio
Micky I loved this. The choice of illustrations was perfect and the sadness of "I’ll once again leave so that you can live" is heartbreaking. It reminds me of the Clint Eastwood character Luther Whitney in Absolute Power, who has no contact with his daughter Kate, but she discovers in his apartment pictures of every significant event in her life which he has lovingly taken and placed around him so he can be with the one he had to "...leave so she could live." The fact that my heart breaks with yours is a tribute to how well you have composed this poem. Now get out there on your bike and let the little endorphins lift that heaviness away. =:)
Absolutely marvelous Darling! I loved it, great poem, great art to go with it.
As always I thank you Dear Mekenzie! It's all "vague enough to apply to different folk. It sure applies to me. Thank you Dear!
It's always great to see you Prasetio! I'll be over to your place soon. Thank you Friend!
Hi Winsome! Thank you for your so very kind words. I just got back from 25 miles or so. It's hard to go out for a ride sometimes. Once that pedal goes around a few clicks you feel real good about it all. It does relieve a "heaviness". I'm sorry your heart breaks though. My does when I read back over it. The Losing Our Shoes hub is the same way. I read it knowing my eyes will get a little moist from humidity I suppose. Thank you Winsome!
Oh my! You folks have to know that I am so pleased to have Summer here. Have I told any of you folks how much I love Summer? There's just something about Summer that warms my heart! Summer can brighten any day. Summer can brighten a winter day! Thank you Summer!
ahh, shucks Micky, I am thrilled to hear that! You brighten my day too! I'm not just saying that either!
I LOVE Summer!
She loves you!!! Muahh!
Okay! Anyone want to buy tickets to see an old man make a fool out of himself?
Summer! Muahh!
haha! I will!!
You can melt a heart of stone! Mine is mush!
I'll take a front row seat please. The check's in the mail. =:)
It's beautifully presented- but-I found this terrribly sad-almost like there's such a huge fear of rejection....or else inertia... apropos finding love.
Yo Winsome! Life gets dull doesn't it? Yee haw!
Hi Itakins! Remember now- I'm a born-again-idiot! Fear of rejection? Why- I'll have you know I am so used to rejection I can be rejected by several people at the same time. I've been rejected by people who have been rejected! I've been rejected on different continents! I've been rejected in four different languages! Thank you Itakins!
Excellent Visual
And Flow!
Love Where This Piece Has
Taken me.
Wow- Awful Poet! I'll be t good money you don't live down to your name! I'm going to check you out! Thanks for stopping and commenting!
Micky Dee....this is brilliant! I am so loving this hub and the pictures are fabulous!! These look like things I would paint! LOVE it!
Oh please paint Herbivorehippi! Please! I'm glad you're having fun! Thank you Dear!
Hey Mick, that was so touching, I think that you should go where your heart is, dont be hard on yourself, LOVE is so short isnt it, forgetting si too long, Your love for that woman is SO BEYOND compare. You love hardest and hurt the mostest. I pray one day you will be free, and this one put a tear in my eyes,
Know what I changed my mind, I said that one of your hub is the best one, this one is the best so far!
Take care, It is my birthday today ah no more because it is 27th already, I am 40 years old now, Maita
Micky I love it - from the heart.
Happy birthday Maita! You are such a wonderful person. You are so delightful! Thank you Dear!
Thank you Billy! Life is a prison of some sort. Life is a freedom of some sort. Thanks very much!
Hi Mick, thanks you so much for the many many greetings, what a way to greet my mornings and you make my day, Thank you Mick, you're the best! Maita
love the song, sentiment sad. love it, feel for you
You are always a charm Maita! Thank you Dear!
Ah my Miss Take! I shouldn't lock myself up so much. I think I have agoraphobia. Thank you Dear!
As well as an excellent poem; I really like the pictures of the bikes that are on this hub. It is thought provoking and I read it twice which I think is always a good sign in poetry. I do not spend as much time here as I once did - but it was nice to catch this and read it.
Thank you 2uesday. You are always so sweet! I'm coming to see you in 2esdayville! Thank you Dear!
Simply beautiful and heart wrenching. Excellent hub, I bow to you in submission Sir Dee!!! Peace my friend.
Hey you stop that! It is I who bows to you Pmccray! I want you to be in peace too Sister! Thank you!
Truly loved this micky
but i promise when we meat
my menu will not be blank
xo
beautiful
kimberly
You are so artistic, Mik. That girl you love is so lucky :)
I touched, I felt,
my heart did melt.
Bravo! Bravo! Aloha :)
Kimberly my Dear!
If only you were near.
I'm really not bold!
At one in the morning I'm really old!
Thank you Kimberly Dear!
Thank you Blaise! It's been a while since I've been to your place. I'll scurry on over there. Is she lucky? Thank you Dear!
What a beautiful poem and lovely pictures too, really very good.
Thank you very much Zac828. I'd better get over to your place and check you out. You know- a person can have a full life just chasing other hubbers around. Thank you Sir!
Love it! The poem and the pics - and that you got pics with bicycles!
Thank you Kim! I appreciate you! Thanks Dear!
oh Micky, beautiful but heartwrenching.... So descriptive even without the great pics. Your words painted the picture. wonderful. x
Oh Dim! I've missed you! I'll get over to your place right now. Thank you Dear!
This a very lovely poem! One can ponder on, specially me.
I can relate to this poem and it made my heart melt.
Thank you for sharing this poem!!!!!
Keep on making breath taking poems Micky!
Lookatme! Everyone needs to look at you! Thank you for your warm and pleasant words today God bless you Dear!
You are very much welcome!
God bless you too :-)
I think we can all relate to being prisoners of love at some point in our lives!
Yep Habee. I've been shackled! Thank you very much Habee. I'll come see you soon!
it took me so long to scroll down to the bottom of this screen that I was able to beat Lance Armstrong to the finish line ... and still tell you - I am a prisoner - and willingly - to your hubs.
Take me to your leader - oops sorry - you're the leader!
Yo Epigramman Man! It's good to see you! I'll come over your way soon to see what more-you have in store! Thank you Sir!
I am a prisoner to your hubs Sir Dee!
Yo Bud! I'm not sure I'm a leader- I think you have the "good stuff" and the "fresh stuff"! Keep those poems rolling out sir! I'm not sure Lance has a poem! Thank you!
Micky Dee – I found this one accidentally in another hub in the space for related hubs. Beautiful pictures! Your poem reminded me of the emotions I once had while I was in love with a man in cyberspace. In reality he was thousands of miles away from me. It was truly intense emotions, wonderful but painful, and I was, indeed, emotionally trapped (in a jail) while I was experiencing them. So may I tell you something? The pain of missing someone/something is being too aware of the empty space meant for an alter ego in your soul. It eventually becomes unbearable – you’ll reach the stage where you’ll do ‘anything’ to fill that space with the person you are in love with. So beware, my friend, you may do something you should or should not do – just to get rid of the pain.
Hey MartieCoetser! Thank you for reading this. I like my poems over anything I write. "Reporting" is a chore. Poems are labors of love. They reflect life but with a little color or they can make color black and white. I'm a Golden Rule guy. I'll do my best to "do unto others as I would have them do unto me". I'm about too old and tired to make a huge fool out of myself.
tantrum 2 years ago
I don't know why, but this poem made me smile ! and in some passages I laughed. It's a mixture of 'naivete' and self awareness that's very cute in some way LOL! cheers ! :)