I fell out of love: that’s our story’s dull ending,
as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.
Excuse me--I’ll break off the string of this love song
and smash the guitar. We have nothing to save.
The puppy is puzzled. Our furry small monster
can’t decide why we complicate simple things so--
he whines at your door and I let him enter,
when he scratches at my door, you always go.
Dog, sentimental dog, you’ll surely go crazy,
running from one to the othe like this--
too young to conceive of an ancient idea:
it’s ended, done with, over, kaput. Finis.
Get sentimental and we end up by playing
the old melodrama, "Salvation of Love."
"Forgiveness," we whisper, and hope for an echo;
but nothing returns from the silence above.
Better save love at the very beginning,
avoiding all passionate "nevers," "forevers;"
we ought to have heard what the train wheels were shouting,
"Do not make promises!" Promises are levers.
We should have made note of the broken branches,
we should have looked up at the smokey sky,
warning the witless pretensions of lovers--
the greater the hope is, the greater the lie.
True kindness in love means staying quite sober,
weighing each link of the chain you must bear.
Don’t promise her heaven--suggest half an acre;
not "unto death," but at least to next year.
And don’t keep declaring, "I love you, I love you."
That little phrase leads a durable life--
when remembered again in some loveless hereafter,
it can sting like a hornet or stab like a knife.
So--our little dog in all his confusion
turns and returns from door to door.
I won’t say "forgive me" because I have left you;
I ask pardon for one thing: I loved you before.--Breaking Up by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.
Excuse me--I’ll break off the string of this love song
and smash the guitar. We have nothing to save.
The puppy is puzzled. Our furry small monster
can’t decide why we complicate simple things so--
he whines at your door and I let him enter,
when he scratches at my door, you always go.
Dog, sentimental dog, you’ll surely go crazy,
running from one to the othe like this--
too young to conceive of an ancient idea:
it’s ended, done with, over, kaput. Finis.
Get sentimental and we end up by playing
the old melodrama, "Salvation of Love."
"Forgiveness," we whisper, and hope for an echo;
but nothing returns from the silence above.
Better save love at the very beginning,
avoiding all passionate "nevers," "forevers;"
we ought to have heard what the train wheels were shouting,
"Do not make promises!" Promises are levers.
We should have made note of the broken branches,
we should have looked up at the smokey sky,
warning the witless pretensions of lovers--
the greater the hope is, the greater the lie.
True kindness in love means staying quite sober,
weighing each link of the chain you must bear.
Don’t promise her heaven--suggest half an acre;
not "unto death," but at least to next year.
And don’t keep declaring, "I love you, I love you."
That little phrase leads a durable life--
when remembered again in some loveless hereafter,
it can sting like a hornet or stab like a knife.
So--our little dog in all his confusion
turns and returns from door to door.
I won’t say "forgive me" because I have left you;
I ask pardon for one thing: I loved you before.--Breaking Up by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
- Last seen on Oct 7 9:46 PM. Member since March 4, 2003.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 295 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "I don't want happiness by halves, nor is it half of sorrow I want.".
- I am a 21 year old girl from Missouri (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm obsessing..
- I have 295 comments, 6 contests, 28 poems
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You are no saint, you are a bad wolf23 lines, 19 comments, March 18, 2007. In Contemporary
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I was a stray dog in a past life.28 lines, 10 comments, August 12, 2006. In Contemporary
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Talking in tongues
(everyone is a prophet when the taps are on)42 lines, 30 comments, February 8, 2006. In Contemporary
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bluejeans51 on November 7, 2006Wow you got the words to Hotel California. Nice the Eagles are one of my favorite bands. I play along with them on harmonica.
You have a very nice homepage. Keep up the good work.
Edited on Nov 07, 1:38 p.m. because 'I left out a word.'. -
CokebottleEyes on November 7, 2006ahhh...the lyrics to one of my favorite songs... which i sing very badly
yet i know all the words 
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BluePhoenix on April 27, 2006TIME FOR A RE-JUDGING OF THE CONTEST!!!!!!
I finished my piece, and demand you to read it...because I used all 10 words...and made it a catchy song. I even named it for your contest...even though only 4 men are mentioned. This throws off the average reader, making the general confusion a kickass byproduct.
-The Six List-
The man with whom my affair exists
(My lovely, deathly silent sir with screaming eyes)
Once told me he left his heart in San Francisco.
And I wish he wouldn't lie
While lying on my purity.
The man from whom my faith derives
(My idolized release, the keeper of my peace)
Once planned to set his life alight
With what rebel he had left
In him to use as kindle.
The man at whom my rage has flown
(My hammer-holding Thor who views me as a chore)
Once taught me how to scream
He resides in California
Near the home of my affair.
The man from whom I learned to smile
(A sway-stepping hippie, all natural child)
Once took me to a river
Sat me down on the bank
And forced me to look the rest of life in the eye.
And a thank you I send to these keepers of dreams
Of memories of innocence and innocent times
And a pseudo spirited prayer I’d send if I sent them
At all, to these keepers of mine.
And a kudos I send to these godlike fighters
Of the shadows that threatened a promising life
And a nod of approval I send to these men
For if they can survive me, they’ll survive any fight. -
BluePhoenix on April 25, 2006JEREMIAH WAS A BULLFROG!!! HE WAS A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE!!!
I NEVER UNDERSTOOD A SINGLE WORD HE SAID, BUT I HELPED HIM DRINK HIS WINE!!! AND HE ALWAYS HAD SOME MIGHTY FINE WINE!!!!
