2009 November | Mo Ghaoui, Personal Blog

A poem on behalf of a Woman

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Nov 21 |06:43

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who’s not a creep.
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
Who’s not afraid to admit when he is wrong
One who thinks before he speaks.
When he promises to call, he doesn’t wait six weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed,
Won’t lose his cool when he’s annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh send me a man who will make love to my mind.
Know what to say when I ask “How fat is my behind?”
One who’ll make love till my body’s a’ itchin’
He brings ME a sandwich too, when he goes to the kitchen.
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And never compare me to my best friend.
Thank you in advance and now I’ll just wait,
For I know you will send him before it’s too late.

Amen

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Thinking of you -short poem

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Nov 21 |06:41

I was thinking of you today, but that’s aint new
I’ve done that yesterday, and the day before too
Sometimes a little silence or a little kiss, sometimes a little smile or a little glare
Some of that little to tell what we miss, and some of that little to express what we for care
Somtimes a little prayer or a little fight,sometimes a little separation or a little together
Some of that little makes beautiful every night, and some of that little might just last forever

Thousands of doors are open for me to walk through,
But i aint no going anywhere without you
And if you leave, i’ll follow you too

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Blink!

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Nov 20 |05:59

Blink
Its like there is too many voices, all these voices
cowardly approaching my skull, nerving my senses
Suddenly all people around were clapping, and i
Suddenly amongst people i started clapping but why
The i am interested look, on my face was drawn
Witty and cool, i that appearance have worn
Why are they all happy, or are they, or appear so
Whereas i glancing the floor not realizing what o where
Feels as if standing there amidst with my underwear
But no one is looking at ,or are they, or appear so
I am sure am chatting to some people around
I am sure am chanting some words to a wand
Blink
Its like there is no noises, all that screaming, all but without noises
Fearlessly walking farther, i age slowly, my memory discovers
If at first light i can no longer fly still, feel swing lightly
Shoulders shift willingly accepting burdens, ill never be
The ray of link breaks the blank and pokes you
Can you try and strangle that very light upon you
It doesnt matter as imagination even will fail you
Blink
Am all still alone, feeling the sofa’s third cushion at where i call home
Am all dull colors, wearing those of nesty birds and rusty gnomes
Am holding this book, that nobody still or ever reads
Am having this mood, that nobody about hearing needs
Am summing the words, of envy, lust, loth and greed
Blink
Overcome the notion where you must be a regular
Its not getting any better if you are not popular
Blink
If you think you cant, you wont, and if you weep then dont
If you think you are beaten and lost, you are what you’re not
Maybe beginnings are scary, maybe endings are sad
But all what matters is the midst of the story you had
And the ones who win are the ones who think they can..

Lucky !

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Nov 20 |05:59

It’s lucky Shakespeare never knew
a lovely woman quite like you,
since even he, the Avon Bard,
might well have found the task too hard
of mining with his magic pen
the spell you cast on mortal men,
and failing thus, he might have lost
the will to write, which could have cost
the world his Hamlet or his Lear.
I’m glad he didn’t know you, dear.

It’s lucky that Bob Dylan met
Miss Joan Baez, not you, my pet,
who gave him shelter from the storm
but never truly kept him warm,
or else the answer might have blown
not in the wind, but you alone,
and he’d have made a duller rhyme,
“You did not waste my precious time,”
and all his songs would burst with cheer.
I’m glad he didn’t know you, dear.

It’s lucky that the road Frost took
did not afford him one good look
at you, or he’d have quit his pen
and joined the ranks of rhymeless men
who all their lives would never know
the urge to lie down in the snow
or what it’s like to pick and pick
so many apples you grow sick.
You could have ruined a great career.
I’m glad he didn’t know you, dear.

Oh no! I truly think it’s best
that you met me, and not the rest,
since I have nothing on my plate
your beauty would adulterate,
and if it’s me, my love, you choose,
the world has nothing much to lose.
So for the sake of timeless art,
won’t you let me in your heart?
From worthy souls, you should stay clear.
I’m glad they do not know you, dear.

I Hate!

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Nov 20 |05:54

I hate when you people talk to me, while am talking to myself
I hate when i start with nothing and still have most of it left
I hate when they send me a “free” gift, as if gifts aint free in the first place
I hate when I throw away junk i kept for long, just days before i need it
I hate when my bills arrive twice as fast as my checks
I hate when i agree with you and we both become wrong
I hate when my friends say am indecisive , but am not so sure
I hate when i wear only black till then find a darker color
I hate when i read no one is perfect, which makes me inexistant
I hate when my shrink has to know my name
I hate when the older i get, the better i realize i were
I hate when experience teach you how to know a mistake, only when you repeat it
I hate when i try to fail, and i succeed, and i dont know which have i done
I hate when everything comes in my way, when am on the other lane
I hate when banks gives you money, only if you prove you dont need it
I hate when embassies gives you visas, only if you dont require it
I hate when you’re a better father, when your children’s photo is in your wallet, where your money was
I hate when me and my best friend have in common, our likeness to money
I hate when love is more important than money, when our first love is money
I hate when teamwork is, actually doing it the boss way
I hate when you see other people, to just complain also about their day
I hate when those who think its impossible, interrupt me when doing it
I hate when am not always right, its just you never are
I hate when i know am free, and i choose to imitate other people
I hate when stupidity is not considered a crime, and morons walk free
I hate when i have to workout to look good, i just want to look good naked
I hate when excercise to most of us is openning our mouth, pushing out luck and jumping to conclusions
I hate when they pretend its easy to look cool, when only few are
I hate when i resist everything except temptation
And mostly i hate
When people steal my ideas before i even think of them !

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A poem on behalf of a Woman

Thinking of you -short poem

Blink!

Lucky !

I Hate!

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