Dolores

Dolores you were my darling, as the sun rose in the west
Dolores you were my darling, though perhaps only in jest
and the days were longer and fatter
and the nights were designed to be shunned
Dolores you were my darling, though you always had me out gunned

and Dolores I can remember the day we first met in the park
I was carrying a torch and you provided the spark
and the heat was too much to handle
for a boy who never grew wings
Dolores I was your puppet dancing about on your strings

and Dolores how we clung together, though many accused us of sin
though if push comes to shove, Dolores, I wouldn’t know where to begin
and our story was written by angels
the choruses sung by a choir
and Dolores if I wasn’t a winner, at least I was always a trier

and Dolores I was so happy the day you said you’d be mine
I wrote in my diary “she loves me” then knocked back a bottle of wine
and it is, and you know that it should be
as true as a big man is tall
that the best thing about you Dolores, I never knew you at all

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6 Comments

  1. damommza

     /  January 22, 2013

    Now, see, I love what you did there. I could feel the poem moving faster and faster towards what I knew, was going to be the ending. This was set up very well and I appreciated the way the third line, unrhymed, stands alone. Excellent.

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    • Thank you 😀 This one I started work on while running a bath so the first couple of verses were composed in my head, and the thing about doing it that way is that I was half singing the lines which gives a kind of rhythmicality to the structure 😀

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  2. icanhasanimlols

     /  January 22, 2013

    Another great story inna story. Poetry and poets have always fascinated me. I guess because I love language and the way you can shape it and twist it and sculpt it (kinda like cheeztalklol). And I love how both of you think too!

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    • Thank you 😀 And although I’m not a great poetry reader, it is a love of language that started me writing, and poetry just seemed the natural format to express myself 😀

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  3. abikertoo

     /  January 24, 2013

    Izza H-E-Y-O-O-J-J byldeupp tew ae bawnk yeur beeyn onna waweull wiff seurpraeyzz, izza mayjjunaeree wummun dayut deezeyrbz DAYUT poam kawz shaeez deh bayunusheun paioynt inna fahr dysteuns!!

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