a quarter moon hung low in the sky
last night as i sat on the
front porch stoop
sipping chardonnay
remembering all the nights spent
side by side
hand in hand
talking about life and love
and how one day
we were gonna rule the world
like rock stars
back then
the guardian angels
worked overtime
keeping him from self destruction
but it was actually me who always
saved him from himself
and vice versa
then shit happened
life took us in opposite directions
now i spend most of my nights alone
trying desperately
to drink him off my mind
and not even coming close
Author notes
No. You fuck off!
I accept that DP Robertson can be a complete prick when it comes to commenting on something he obviously doesn’t like – I have waived my right to complain to moderators and owner of this site about his help wrapped in thistles type comments on my beloved poetry. Although I believe DP Robertson may have a bitter and twisted side to his nature, he has the right to criticise my doggerel anyway he sees fit with whatever words he chooses.”
A contest entry
- ANYTHING YOUR LITTLE HEART WISHES TO FOB OFF AS POETRY. by dp robertson.
700 points, ended February 11, 2008, 23 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is such a poignant piece. Its very engaging and simple and raw. I really enjoyed this.
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This vignette of life is just wonderfully penned. It reads like a single tear drop that bursts into flames before hitting the ground. There is a sweet sadness and a sharp edge of regret balancing so beautifully as to rip one’s heart without either soliciting or receiving anything like sympathy. This is so well crafted, thank you, I loved it.
David
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you misspelled gardian. guardian. duh.
that's a good poem otherwise mostly. 
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I like this, Des, It so reminds me of a poet I once knew named Desiree Darkk... oh, it's you, no wonder
it really is a stunning piece, memories of other days and what we wish we did or didn't do, what we miss in our hearts... these kind of poems always kinda melt my heart in their sad retrospect.
Good luck in the contest
Dee
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this is a great poem Des. One of your best in awhile
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^thumbup^
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I really like this, Des.
I like the softness to it. I like remembering him when I have had just enough beer. He was fun. We were gonna do it all
So yeah, maybe we didn't...but if I can read poetry like this and smile knowing ..well it was worth it anyway.
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