Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for 13 Most Popular
How?
February 12, 2009 at 4:58 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, Ramblings
I just pick a word, like “ornery,” and imagine it’s a home for owls with attitude, and don’t all owls have attitude? Who, me?
When people talk superstitions, they talk about black cats, but I hit an owl with my car, once, and wonder if that’s when I lost my luck.
They say you make your own luck in this world, and I keep trying, but I’m not much of an engineer. Can someone send me the schematics?
Sometimes this works, and sometimes it doesn’t, and on a day like today, I just leave the dirty dishes in the sink so others can see that I’ve been cooking, and isn’t that a noble thing?
I Need You
January 9, 2009 at 3:38 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love and tagged: beautiful, essential truths, forbidden, love, mournful, need, want
I need you
with your warm brown eyes
and your mournful stare
and a face so beautiful that
I want you
with all my heart
and with both my hands
and your sultry body and you’re
forbidden
if they only knew
of the love we’d share
if we were really free to do
as we pleased
Then they’d cast us out,
but that doesn’t change
the essential truths, that I
I love you. And you are forbidden.
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January 8, 2009 at 3:44 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love and tagged: expectant, honest, love, no drama, optimistic, partner, patient, souls, trusting
Honest, far too honest and trusting, I would sooner take a woman’s word that she doesn’t want me even if she might and is just being coy because who wants that kind of drama?
Optimistic, exceedingly optimistic, I can’t help but think I’ll find the right love later in life after she’s had a chance to sit a spell.
Patient, oh so very patient, I have waited many lifetimes for my mate, my perfect partner, and I can wait a bit longer for you, dear.
Expectant, I know you will join me and touch my soul in ways I cannot imagine so that our two worlds become one and explode into grandeur.
I’ve Seen Her
December 23, 2008 at 5:00 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love and tagged: beautiful, handsome, life, love, no make-up, passionate, share, strong, t-shirt, woman
I’ve seen a woman beautiful
in all the ways that I love,
beautiful with no make-up on,
or so little make-up
that a man like me can’t tell.
She is beautiful in a t-shirt.
She is a strong woman,
not some wiry waif
who can carry her own lunch box
only because it’s empty.
I’ve seen a woman whose work is play
and who plays like she means it, too.
I’ve seen a woman so full of life
that surely she has something
to share with me.
I hope that she sees a man handsome
in the ways that she loves,
handsome without hair gel and manicures.
Handsome in denim or a tuxedo shirt,
but not some clothes horse
who worries more
about how he looks
than who he is.
I am a strong man,
the kind who pushes cars out of snowbanks.
I hope she sees a man who is passionate
about his work and his life.
I hope she sees a man so full of fire
that she wants to warm her hands
and her heart by me.
And now the ball is in her court, so to speak.
I’ve seen her,
and I can only hope
that she
sees
me.
To Those Who Write of Love
December 15, 2008 at 2:35 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Philosophy, Poetry, love and tagged: community, craving, emotions, feelings, feelings of despair, love, Poetry, satisfaction, self expression, the words we write, victimization, words
I come here to express myself,
to express my emotions,
but being here,
sharing my words with you,
and reading your words
fill me not only with a creative urge,
but also with the intense feeling
that I’m missing out on love.
You see, I feel so very deeply,
and when I read your wonderful words,
I take them in
and they become a part of me.
And so I wonder,
if I stop reading these words of love,
will I stop craving love?
Will I be satisfied with my life just the way it is now?
I don’t plan to leave—
I am so grateful for this community
and for what you all do
—but I wonder what exactly we create here.
What do we do here?
Are we helping each other to cope?
or are we reinforcing our feelings
of despair and victimization?
I suppose that depends on
the
words
we
write.
What incredible power we have.
(Perhaps I presume too much.)
What incredible power you have.
I Hope You Didn’t Mean It
December 10, 2008 at 3:56 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: age, back, call, chest, ear, fear, grip, hands, lips, long distance breakups, love, lust, nails, passion, reason, teeth, tongue, touch, voice
I wanted to call you tonight,
to hear your voice low in my ear
one last time,
to feel your voice grip me from afar,
but I believed you when
you told me never to call again.
You may not have meant it.
When you said
“It’s over. Leave me in peace,”
you may have meant
“I love you,
and I need you to call me to prove your love,”
but I believed you.
I hope you meant it,
because I believed you.
I hope you didn’t mean it,
because I still love you.
Our fear of loving each other isn’t fear at all.
It’s all the miles and years between us
and a little bit of reason pretending to be fear,
but what place does reason have in love.
I wanted to touch you tonight,
to feel your lips on my lips,
your tongue on my ear,
your teeth on my chest,
your nails on my back,
and your hands where I dare not mention,
but I believed you when
you told me that you had found another.
You may not have meant it.
You may have been making excuses.
You may have meant
“If you love me, fight for me,”
but I believed you.
I hope you meant it.
My god, I hope you didn’t mean it.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
With luck, the next love will never end.
