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G Rog Rogers Dec 2017
I'd like to plan a chance
impromptu rendezvous
with you

Meet Me near the Beach
by the cannon
at the top of the cliff
That overlooks the pier
and the Ferris Wheel

Just before sunset
To watch the Sun
meet the glistening sea
Sighing in the reflections
To enjoy the moment
of just We between

We can then
stroll the pier
and surely ride
the Ferris Wheel
With all the colors
of the dazzling night
lights ablaze

In the cool of night
We will walk
alone together
and touch that
perfect semblance
of the Devine surreal

We can then
have a cup of coffee
or share a glass of wine
along the Promenade
As We speak of
happiness transpired

The moments gently pass
Then We part with
a hopeful glance
That there is much
more still between Us

Content in a
beautiful evening
well shared

I'd like to plan a chance
impromptu rendezvous
with You.

Meet Me...

-R.

12.28.17
-LA
-4S
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G Rog Rogers Dec 2017
I lifted you up
As you raised
Our life higher
To a place much finer
than when We found
each other

Surely We had
Our struggles
Still the time was
Ours to hold
And We held it
Oh so well

We lived and
were so alive
Contentment then
Our blessing
and Our prize
Love then true
in a world
wholly Devine

Surely then it was
good for you
To have someone
who loved you so
To feel you were
the most precious
And your life dear
would always hold

You and me
We had it made
With a blessing
for Us between
All We touched
turned to goodness
Our life achieving
the best of all
Our dreams

We lost Our Blessing
somewhere there
And it was all Our fault
We lost the magic
beyond chemistry
that requires the
touch of God

Now We know
what it's like
a blessing
once to hold
Then to know
Our precious blessing
was then lost
and truly broke

Sadly now
You are an Angel fallen
Further than the
worst of all fears
To a place
I've never seen before
To a place that
I've never been

Still I will probably
love you forever Baby
or at least that's
the way it seems.

-R.

12.27.17
-LA
-4MAR
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G Rog Rogers Dec 2017
The Wild Horses in my heart
rampage in Remembrance
of what you once then were

There's running
wild horses
in my spirit
and my soul
Stampeding on
Running still

So I'll get a ranch
in California
Run Wild Horses
free upon the range
Tame them each
and all by Summer
Saddle-Broke
by December rain

So God please
Bless all the
Wild Horses
That We together
once did ride

Even still I bless
You Baby
All the days
of my life.

-R.

12.25.17
-LA
-4MAR
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G Rog Rogers Dec 2017
In the darkness
we see the stars

In Our worst of moments
the dawn of Hope is obscure

Yet even then to persevere
for God is near and never far
Waiting to be acknowledged
for the life given and
the life restored

Even in that
the darkest moment
When the tide
sweeps all away

The lowest ebb
is the turn of the tide
unto the break of
a brand new day

It's so much colder
and the night is darkest
in the final moments
just before dawn

As God stands on
there beside you
And you He has
once again saved.

"In all thy ways
acknowledge Him
and He shall
direct thy paths"


-R.

12.23.17
-LA
Quote from;
The Holy Bible (KJV)

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G Rog Rogers Dec 2017
To know Her was to love Her
To love Her was to show Her
all that then We together
could become to be

Then to be a loving couple
in the subtle settled company
of life's contented sublimity

All reason to
that purpose of the flame
that would sustain us.

Dreaming on
that life would always be
as it once then was
In the wondrous beauty
of Love's light of life

Still to know Her
was to love Her
To love Her
was to show Her
what once back when
We together became to be.

-R.

12.15.17
-LA
-4MAR
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tabitha Dec 2017
this place
is a busy place
there are people everywhere, and lexuses and rolls royces jam
the interstates, with their intermittent honking and inconsistent blinker use.
the quiet you find here, is in the hills, on the shore of ice cold waters at sunset.
on the streets everyone looks
from their lined eyes,
curtained
behind glossy hair.
stunning, ornamental flesh bags trouncing down the boulevard.
they have similar design. long legs. rabid for fame.
pillow-y lips foaming at the corners.
i feel
regularly devoured / rarely enjoyed.
forgive my generalizations
Spooky Babe Dec 2017
We'll have 7 days in our hands
What will we do with each day?
Go race car driving, or wine tasting?
**** I guess we'll figure it out in LA

Perhaps we'll skate on a beach
Or take a long drive to the Bay
I don't really care, long as I'm with you
Everyday when we're in LA

I wonder what the future holds
And if we'll ever find our way
I want to see mutual success
Abundantly for us in LA

I want the privilege of knowing you
More than I already can say
Stripped and bare with nothing to hide
I want us to flourish while out in LA

Our chapter here will soon end
And we'll wake up somewhere far away
I think I'll be able to handle such distance
As long as its "you and I" in LA
For the loml
December 11, 2017 8:12pm
We'll be moving to LA in January **** is crazy
G Rog Rogers Nov 2017
Me at that oak table
Sitting on that couch
There in that room
of what was then
Our house

You on the loveseat
There by my side
We then together
in grandeurs
warm light

There is where
the good the bad
and the beautiful
transpired

Supposing all the tomorrows
were held within Our hand
The days then were precious
Now sadly never again

As I remember
how it all went
I think of you
lovely as an Angel
from Heaven sent

My eyes cannot see
through all of the tears
Thinking back on
the best of of Our life
of those most wonderful years

Since you've been gone
I must you then now tell
I'll see you in Heaven
because I've already
been there in Hell.

-R.

11.27.17
-LA
-4MAR
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G Rog Rogers Nov 2017
I have no real fear of death
Yet no welcome there will be
For while I live I am alive
and there then within
my heart of hearts
is the greatest
love of life

Every moment
to then make precious
Every memory
to then hold dear

All the beautiful expectations
of all the wonderful tomorrow's
All the overwhelming hope
of all that still remains

Let death occur
as God has chosen
I then resisting
until the final end

I have no real fear of death
Yet no welcome there will be
For while I live I am alive
And there then within
my heart of hearts
is the greatest
love of life.

-R.

11.25.17
-LA
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G Rog Rogers Nov 2017
Waiting is not my vocation
Patience then not my forte
I could say I've been
standing in the rain forever
But the Sun always shines
in LA

I hear there's an LA Woman
Maybe here is where
She again will appear
The clouds blew through
for just a few seconds
But here in LA
all the skies are
bright blue
sunny and clear

They say She lives
by the ocean
She walks barefoot
in the sand by the sea
Behind Her ear
there's a flower
All then take notice
of She

Her whispers
barely but silent
resound throughout all
conscious thought
Her aura is of love and passion
hoping and never to be lost

There is an LA Woman
The wind makes a carriage
for Her grace
She smiles as if
by Her magic
the moments of
Her movements
are blessed

I will wait
a little bit longer
An hour or maybe
much more
Where minutes
cascade into later
Until again Her beauty
is once more revealed

Waiting is not my vocation
Patience then not my forte
I could say I've been waiting
in the rain forever

But everyone knows
the Sun always shines
in LA.

-R.

(11.14.16)

-LA
Originally posted on
August 2, 2017, my first day
with HelloPoetry. This poem is a personal favorite. I wanted to share it again now with those whom I didn't yet know just a few short months ago. Thanks.

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