An Ode to My Never Ending Rambling
ODE TO MY NEVER ENDING RAMBLING
1.)
We met and talked and talked for many hours,
at times we felt as if we were alone,
we cast each word as if it was a stone,
so surprised when our conversation sours.
Maybe this time is not the time for love
or companionship with its ups and downs,
maybe this time we hide all of our frowns
in gestures mimicking a mourning dove.
These bursts of thought I share with most strangers
a hasty monologue that I have held
too long inside my empty cavity.
Though thoughtless talk may hold many dangers
this insurrection of my speech compelled
to share my dismay in depravity.
2.)
This type of communication my pill
though hard to swallow harder yet to quit
and hold my mouth shut like a horse on bit
to throw these words instead upon a quill.
I try in ten minutes to free my soul
to throw upon the world unruly thought
to share with anyone my manic plot
so hasty that I might just meet my goal.
I do not know how long I’ll be alone
so talk must quickly occur when it can
to find some answers and maybe a laugh.
No reason why I hide behind my phone
so much to say yet nothing goes as plan
instead I sound like scratch on phonograph.
3.)
I need an intimacy director
someone to make my script reality
once close to people I need referee
to point the way from flower to nectar.
If I could control my pointless rambling
the words that never find themselves correct
that always seem to point at my defect
and send my prospects out the door running.
I guess this fault could be a blessing true
a way to filter out the ones who harm
and hold onto the ones who really care.
I wish and wish this person could be you,
I’m friendly, calm, and mean no one alarm,
I throw my speech around with none to spare.
4.)
Oh lord, I pray, help me control crazy.
I pray for tools to help me think before
I cause the public to run out the door,
the point of conversation gone hazy.
My Labradors will listen to my talk
their heads will move from side to side ears perked,
my effort at engagement may have worked
or maybe they are begging for a walk.
These bursts of thought I share with most strangers
so talk must quickly occur when it can
and hold onto this talk that shows I care.
Though thoughtless talk may hold many dangers
so much to say yet nothing goes as plan
I throw my speech around with none to spare.
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Tis always best, I believe, to be open about feelings and not hide them. If we love someone, it is a kind thing to do to let them know – then it is very wise to have enough faith in yourself to accept any result. Very nicely penned and emotive verses, Jamie. I enjoyed reading.
As always my friend – very nicely one and pure enjoyment to read…
Thank you Phyllis and Kurt. Jamie
Excellent as always Jamie. I also find it kind of humorous the line about scratch on a phonograph, I just finished something with a similar message. Lol funny how we are all interwoven somehow in this tapestry. Agree with Phyllis, it is always good to let your feelings of love be known or else they will eat you from inside. Nice work.
I hope that I did not copy. I am sorry if I did I write so stream of conscious and at times carry over what I am reading. Let me know. Jamie