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Losers
Contributed by
R.G.Love
on
Wednesday, 25th September 2002 @ 07:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Losers
You and I are losers.
I just notice it on TV.
We cant afford to jet to Bermuda this fall.
We have to settle for walks in noisy piles of leaves.
And carve pumpkins for Halloween.
Well even have to eat Thanksgiving dinner at home
You and I are losers.
Youll see it in the paper.
This Christmas I cant buy you a diamond.
But Ill write the best Christmas poem I can for you.
Ill write it by hand on gold edge genuine parchment,
And hope youll understand.
And lovely Scrooge, a hand-knit scarf would feel like your warm arms around my neck.
You and I are losers.
Its right there in your magazine.
Were not going to a formal New Years ball.
Well just have some friends come over here
And well toast the New Year with pizza and wine.
Theyll probably kick of their shoes and sit around on the floor.
New Years night well lie alone together
And the firelight and I will warm and kiss you
More thoroughly than the summer sun.
I cant even give you Paris in the spring.
Well have to spent our April nights just making love and plans
And watching the silver rain paint the city streets brilliant black right under the amazed eye of a drooping street light.
If it were summer wed walk in the rain in laughs and bare feet,
And smell the perfume of warm wet grass.
You and I are losers.
Didnt you see the billboard?
We dont have our own swimming pool.
We have to make do with the ocean.
Will it make you feel better if I built you Buckingham Castle out of sand complete with moat filled with the edges of the waves?
Ill find you shells and other treasures too Like that snap top ring
May I slip it on your finger your Highness?
Then well splash in the surf and float on our backs until I cant stand watching the oceans fingers playing in your suit anymore.
Ill chase you to the sand, and well drive home fast
Wet suits, shells, sand and all to take our famous shower losers shower together.
You know the kind that saves on water, but not on love.
After September, well have to make do with heavy jackets and fake fur coats.
Theyre not as warm as mink.
But when it gets cold, Ill put my arms around you.
Thats how well do without electric blankets too,
When Christmas comes again,
Ill make you a box to keep loser valentines in
Your grandmothers pearls, your high school pin,
A year old poem on real gold edge parchment, four shells and a snap top ring.
Good God, I love you, lovely loser.
Copyright ©
R.G.Love
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2002-09-25 07:45:00]
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Re: Losers
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by Lia on
Wednesday, 25th September 2002 @ 08:08:21 AM AEST
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Yup yup...I love it :)
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Re: Losers
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by princesspurty on
Saturday, 28th September 2002 @ 09:02:46 AM AEST
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| rings true from everyone I think |
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