Personal, Prose Poetry

Do You Like It That I Like You?

When I grasp for words and I stutter in awe

And describe in detail everything that I saw

Does it move you an inch, make you itch — maybe flinch

At the thought that I like you far more than you think?

When I say your name sweeter than someone else’s

Drag my chair, pull it closer to surround all your edges

Does it push you away and elicit awkward glances

That I’m always around you, in your trainers, like laces?

Does the sky fall in the morning when you open your eyes

Feeling heavy all of a sudden at the prospect of a surprise

At the idea of a day lost in loving words all unspoken

Because I finish your sentences and mend fences that you’ve broken?

Some things can become too much in the absence of touch

Some lives are oddly intertwined by parallel paths

Haunting eyes across oceans and thousands of miles

Do you like it that I like you a dozen million times?

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Sweet Resignation (Just another original impromptu poetry by RJ Marmol)

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Here’s another impromptu poetry for you. Wrote this just as I woke up, about a few minutes ago. ❤️
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Have a happy Sunday! .
Sweet Resignation
(Just another original impromptu poetry by RJ Marmol) .
Here is a crime undone, one of omission
Finally coming close to a definite conclusion
From under a tide of deafening adulation
Rising out of this putrid waters of isolation
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Scribbled lines beneath the tiles
Uncovered secrets of golden lies
Pursued the path to life’s desires
Indulged, debauched and fed all wiles
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Instant regret, belated mourning
Come take this life once so assuring
Sworn oaths that were once becoming
Were snatched away, never returning
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Scratched, faded paint from a time long gone
A peeled off past, a memory, a song unsung
Letters and words that go on and on and on
Undisturbed at last as the buried and wronged
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Marvel at this stain behind the door
Scribbles and dents all across the floor
Seen many times over but not before
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Tomorrow comes and behold, it goes
Warped and morose but a better prose
To the brave, errant soul who picks the rose
In a gated and locked field marked with no’s
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It’s not for one to close the gate
It’s not one’s kind to harbor hate
But the only love that one can spend
Is for the world and for a friend
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I’ve spent all my days
And borrowed tomorrows
Played earnest music
And waited in the gallows
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Because who you are and who I am
Now mean nothing but a heavy sigh
Where one can walk, someone crawled
Where one can move, someone stalled
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A speck of dust from what’s divine
A lick of spark that’s out of rhyme
A smudge of ink so rare, extinct
On timeline’s past, a sheep so meek
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Therefore prepare, thine hearts be warned
Fortune favors the bold, the hurt, the damned
For none that existed, conceived or imagined
Arose from the weak, the easily disheartened

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Requiem for the In Love (Just another original Valentine’s poem by RJ Marmol)

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Requiem for the In Love

Just another original poem by RJ Marmol

For the one whose thoughts always meander

Who dream of princesses trapped in a castle

Who slay dragons on the daily

For the love of their life, their one and only

Who take long walks that lead to nowhere

Hand in hand with someone who know better

Who’d rather soak in the rain with a special companion

And live in a locked dungeon with a hungry lion

Those who consume barely half of what they deserve

All in favor of the fortunate they serve the hors d’oeuvres

What a pity, what a tool

Those who forget that love is cruel

A picture, a delusion

Just another’s fool

Confess now, pray tell, don’t tarry!

Ready the casket and empty the gallery

Rehearse the somber lines and

Remind everyone not to marry

For as sure as the sun shines on the enlightened and the damned

One day someone will rest content on this beloved, hallowed ground.

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Look At This Life (An Original Poem by RJ Marmol)

Look At This Life (An Original Poem by RJ Marmol)

old photos in the wooden box

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The hours have come and gone 
And I can't remember how many times
I've cursed and checked this phone

It keeps buzzing and ringing
Blasting and humming

As I scramble and ramble
As I twist and I stumble

There's something I wait for
That I fully know is done for

I cast it aside
I took it in stride

I know something is off
That I strive to remember

There is something real good
But I cast it asunder

Is it under my bed
Was it all in my head

Did it just pass me by?
Did I bleed, did I cry?

I'm grasping for words
I've been pulling the cords

I'm dusting the cobwebs
I'm all out of sorts

Something was here
Close to me, I could swore

But it slipped through my hands
And away from my shore

I see specks of it floating
I could feel my fear mounting

My steps have become unsteady
My sight has begun to blur

What used to be here
I'm sure I've seen it before

Is no longer in my memory
But beyond that cold door

Of a past so clouded
And confused and shrouded

In mystery and debauchery
In glory and in theory

Piles of pictures
Cover this fresh scent of sutures

I lie and lie
I die and die

I send these cruel thoughts 
To the one that's on high

This floor may be cold
Like a story untold

I guess this is what it feels like
When you start to get old.

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Personal, Prose Poetry

You Will Remember Me (Nostalgia) – An original poem by RJ Marmol

Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash

Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash

You Will Remember Me (Nostalgia) - An original poem by RJ Marmol

When your days are lonely
And your nights are slow
When you realize that on a Saturday
You have nowhere to go

You will remember me.

When you drive your car
And that sob song comes on
You will find yourself sighing
And humming along

When you pass by that cafe
That you always go to
It will stir a memory
Of a favorite haiku

When everyone you talk to
Is a "yes, man" you know
You will miss all the nights
That I argued with you.

When you go to a newsstand
And read a headline or two
You will think of the mornings
When I read them to you.

When you pass by someone with the same hair or perfume
You'd be wishing I was there waiting for you at home.

You will remember the times 
That I hit you too hard
Because you were too annoying
And or maddeningly glad.

You will remember the hours
You waited and cursed
Because it took me a day
To get dressed and find a matching purse.

You will remember that it takes me forever 
To finish up in the shower
That I dare not leave the house 
Without my lip balm and hair blower.

You will remember my silly dreams and my lofty ideals
You will remember my stupidity and the times that I bleed.

All those times I cried over a sappy old movie
Because the hero lost his true love and how I felt sorry

For a love found and lost at such a short time
For a love so forbidden that they call it a crime.

You will remember me in pizzas, ice creams and noodles
Through people and events and the mere sight of poodles.

Through walks and talks
Through smiles and tears
Through glory and defeat
Through pain and bliss.

You will remember me. Oh, you know you would.
Through the steps that you make and the times that you stood.

But right now I see you're happy right where you are
The crowds are distracting
And the music's always playing

You may not remember me now
But oh someday soon you will
And know that when that day comes
I'll remember you still

So wherever you are
And whoever you're with
When it gets a little quiet
Do me a favor, Steve.

Write me a letter
Put in a sentence or two
Send me something to read
And remind me of you.

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