You Scare Me
You Scare Me (This one is written for and about poetry. It is not meant to or for any person in general)
You scare me
More than you'll ever know
That is why
I feel that I must go
Edwin Tanguma (9/28/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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That's My About The Poet
I guess that one should not take
The Bible literally
I choked for lionesses
As in the book of Daniel
I ended up in prison
Then I even went naked
As they say Isaiah did (I believe it was Isaiah, not positive)
That one landed me in jail
I once stated I was God
One of poetry at least
It's hard living on the edge
Though there's times of clarity
They say that I'm bipolar
Also schizoaffective
I'm not sure what all that means
Or even if they're spelled right
I guess I'm no young lion
And not much of a poet
I just thought that you should know
That's straight from the horse's mouth
If you can not accept this
I guess we will never be
As my Shaki once sang out
'You'll be there and I'll be here
And that's the deal my dear' so
Much for my lionesses
Please don't ask me my I.Q.
I really don't have a clue
Should I talk about my clock
That's my about the poet
Did I scare you all away
Edwin Tanguma (9/29/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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What More Is There To Do
What More Is There To Do
What more is there to do
What more is there to say
At times poetry seems
Like it is mere child's play
Edwin Tanguma (10/9/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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I Will Miss All Of You
I Will Miss All Of You
I have grown weary
Of writing poetry ‘til dawn
I don't think that you all will miss me
When I am finally gone
Poetry is my love
And I will miss her much
But when it comes to poems
I have written a bunch
I will miss all of you
Whom I call my friends
If it were not for you all
I would never have picked up my pens
Maybe one day I will come back
To play with you all with our words
For there will always be the many
Who think that our poetry is for the birds
Edwin Tanguma 2/28/2012
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Why Would I Want To Tame You
Why would I Want To Tame You
Why would I want to tame you
Wild things are meant to be free
If I could have things my way
Just you and I would make we
Edwin Tanguma (10/8/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Will You Please Stay (Free Verse)
Will You Please Stay (Free Verse)
You stole my heart
And caused me to sway
The love I feel
Will not go away
What have you done
To make me feel this way
To God above
I hope and pray
That you and I
Will be one day
I don’t know what else
I should do or say
Without you near
My life is grey
Everyday I wonder
If you’re okay
While you and I
Live far away
My sanity is tested
As my nerves fray
I hope you don't leave
Will you please stay
Edwin Tanguma © 11/6/2011
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What's My Reason For Picking Up A Pen (Italian Sonnet)
What's My Reason For Picking Up A Pen (Italian Sonnet)
What's my reason for picking up a pen
If all has been written throughout all time
There are only so many words that rhyme
Repeating the same themes over again
Much has been written of the life of men
Many of them ring out with the same chime
For they speak of mountains and mankind's climb
And the struggles to overcome our sin
The universe is a marvelous place
Filled with galaxies and more galaxies
There's many wonders in what we call space
I wonder if man will possess their keys
Will aliens accept the human race
Or will they see us as chaff in the breeze
Edwin Tanguma (10/05/2011)
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Writing Poetry Is A Cosmic Trip (Italian Sonnet)
Writing Poetry Is A Cosmic Trip (Italian Sonnet)
Writing poetry is a cosmic trip
There are infinite possibilities
Its like sailing a ship upon the seas
You never know what will roll off your lip
There are times you have to shoot from the hip
It's easy to write about birds and bees
Its hard when you write about ticks and fleas
People want to read what's modern and hip
Most cultures change as time goes rolling by
The arts are constantly evolving too
The artist must always be flexible
He must be like the fox cunning and sly
A poet is a master of word cull
He should not think can I he must just do
Edwin Tanguma (10/06/2011)
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Who Believes Strongly In Fate (Quatrain)
Who Believes Strongly In Fate (Quatrain)
I hate you with a passion
I will never fall in love
Have we ever met before
Why do you fit like a glove
You should just get out of here
And leave me here all alone
When you are here I can't breath
Over the years you have grown
I don't think you are my type
I'm really not into guys
But if you were a woman
I would love to hear your sighs
I don't want to break your heart
You just might be my soul mate
Are you that kind of person
Who believes strongly in fate
Edwin Tanguma (10/06/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Lose The Respect And Reputation?
Entering into somebody's house,
Scare while one goes into,
Scare while one returns from,
Scare while one is enjoying the desire,
Scare while one is trying to hide his activities from others;
While there is fear and scare forever,
why one does not consider the risk
of entering into somebody's house,
of desirous to have contact with somebody's wife
and lose the respect and reputation? (naalatiyaar 83)
There is always fear of
Sexually Transmitted Disease,
Acquired Immuno Deficiency Syndrome,
Beware of your activity!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Black Maria
Black maria, you scare me so
I feel as though my heart stop dead
Youre a liar, this I know
I watch you go around my head
Oh, Im going down slow
You scare me so
Oh, you never let go
You scare me so
Gay deceiver, my eyes they burned
My insides turned, my brain it rolled
Unbeliever, but now Ive learned
I took my turn, I come up cold
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Poetas En Este Mundo
Poetas En Este Mundo (Spanish Version)
Escribiendo poesia
Es un arte muy profundo
Yo creo que hay muy pocos
Poetas en este mundo
Poets in this world (English Version)
Writing Poetry
Is an art that is very deep
I think there are very few
Poets in this world
Edwin Tanguma (10/9/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Until Then My Love (Free Verse)
Until Then My Love (Free Verse)
I hope that we meet
In a not so distant life
Where you and I
Are husband and wife
One where we meet
In our youth
Where we grow up together
In which we are couth
We may only hope
We may even pray
That sooner or later
Will come that day
Until then my love
I just want you to know
I can only wish
That you were my beau
P.s. I tried to write this poem from a woman's view. I tried to place
myself in a woman's shoes. There are times that I try to do this in some
of my poetry. I am not sure if I do a good job or not, but I do like to try it
every now and then. If you want to look at this poem through the eyes
of a hopeless romantic guy, you can change the last word beau to bow.
Edwin Tanguma © 12/10/2011
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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You're My Lucero (Quatrain)
The night is my curse
For I can not sleep
All is calm and clear
And my thoughts are deep
You are on my mind
As you always are
You're my Lucero
That is my bright star
I can't help wonder
How on earth you are
I'll always love you
Weather near or far
You are my heart's beat
You will always be
Is it fantasy
Or do you love me
I will shout it out
'Til the day I die
'HOW DO I LOVE THEE'
And that is no lie
Edwin Tanguma (10/3/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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It Don't Scare Me None
Written by: Larry Crane
Performed by: John Mellencamp
Well, it don't scare me none,
I've been there before,
Sideswiped an old Oak tree
In a rusted-out old Ford.
Shot at guys who were shootin' back
In the Second World War,
And it don't scare me none
I've been there before.
Well I fell in love with a woman
Who did not love me back,
Bare-handled rattle snakes
And threw 'em in a sack,
Honkey tonked with strangers
Who were eating broken glass,
Well, it don't scare me none
'Cause I'll be comin' back.
I take from my loved ones
To gamble on my friends,
I take the long way home
And the fun never ends,
Woke up blurry-eyed
Wonderin' where I've been,
I've wrestled with my conscience,
But my conscience never wins.
No you don't scare me none,
I've been there before
Sideswiped an old Oak tree
In a rusted-out old Ford.
Shot at guys who were shooting back
In the Second World War,
And it don't scare me none
I've been there before.
Well, the preacher man, he told me
I'd better change my ways,
Put a lid on the boilin' pot
Or there'd be Hell to pay,
Hell ain't no place
For a guy to jump the track,
But it don't scare me none
'Cause man, I'm coming back.
Well it don't scare me none,
I've been there before,
Sideswiped an old Oak tree
In a rusted-out old Ford.
Shot at guys who were shooting back
In the Second World War,
And it don't scare me none,
'Cause I've been there before.
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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We Grew Up So Fast (Free Verse)
We Grew Up So Fast
My love do you remember
When we were in school
You were the debutant
And I was the fool
You were in the in crowd
I an outcast
But when we would talk
I wanted it to last
Oh how times have changed
We grew up so fast
Things are not so simple
As they were in the past
I knew I loved you
From the first day we met
One day we’ll be together
This is a sure bet
Until that day dawns
I will be here alone
Longing for your companionship
Without talking on phones
Edwin Tanguma © 12/10/2011
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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No Se Que Hacer Con Tigo (Spanish And English Versions)
No Se Que Hacer Con Tigo (Spanish And English Versions)
No se que hacer con tigo
La muerte no trai umbligo
No tengo nigun amigo
Que mas quieres que te digo
I Don't Know What To Do With You (English Version?
I don't know what to do with you
Death does not have a belly button
I don't have a single friend
What more do you want me to say to you
Edwin Tanguma (10/10/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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We Always Knew (Free Verse)
We Always Knew (Free Verse)
You know what I was like
Before I started taking meds
I’d fly off the handle
And wish everyone was dead
But I had a fire
I do not have now
I could spit out a poem
Though I did not know how
We always knew
We had each others hearts
But we’d pull out our knives
Just to cut them apart
At times I wish
I still felt that anger
Although I know
At times I was a danger
So maybe its best
That I keep taking my pills
And just maybe some day
We’ll experience life’s thrills
Edwin Tanguma © 12/10/2011
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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I Love The Taste Of Sugar (One For The Seniors)
I Love The Taste Of Sugar (One For The Seniors)
I love the taste of sugar
It's really really sweet
And I've found a sugar bowl
That's really pretty neat
Edwin Tanguma 10/8/2011
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Wonderful Life
Wonderful Life
I guess that you
Were just a figment
Of my psychotic imagination
A desperate cry
From my aching heart
And my mind
Which had fallen
In love with
Your creativity
As well as you
I guess that I
Was truly insane
In believing
That you too
Had fallen
In love with me
I hope that you
Have a
Wonderful life
Edwin Tanguma © 12/18/2011
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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What Will You Do With The Ball My Friend
What Will You Do With The Ball My Friend
I don’t know how you did it
But you drew me out of my shell
You made me let the world know
My name and who I really am
And now that the cat is out of the bag
I just thought that I should let you know
That if you continue to hide behind other names
As I have done in the past
You will surely drive me away
I thought that you might email me a few poems
You had hundreds to choose from
But you didn’t email me a single one
No big deal
So I guess that there is not much more that I can do
This has turned into a dire situation
I guess that you can say that it is now do or die
If you do not start posting poems under your true name
I personally feel and believe that I will turn around
And walk away
No more of your haunting me in the nite
No more of my posting poems for you
etc. etc. etc.
The ball is in your court and the clock is ticking
What will you do with the ball my friend
Edwin Tanguma © 11/28/2011
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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