REAL

 

A poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Structure:  Not really structured, but a structure page is there in case I later decide to take it to the next level.

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Our meeting

 

Under tough circumstances,

 

Couldn’t help but think a lot of her.

 

Retreating,

 

After blowing two chances,

 

I doubted (that) we’d ever recover…

 

But hey,

 

 

CHORUS

 

What if it’s real?

 

I don’t care about pride.

 

Gonna face what I feel,

 

Won’t keep it (locked) (up) (deep) inside.

 

This sweet lady,

 

Woke me up,

 

And made it real.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

Competing,

 

With long gone romances,

 

Too easy to blow off a lover.

 

Defeating,

 

Efforts for any advances.

 

But this time I won’t shove her…

 

Away.

 

 

CHORUS

 

What if it’s real?

 

I don’t care about pride.

 

Gonna face what I feel,

 

Won’t keep it (locked) (up) (deep) inside.

 

This sweet lady,

 

Woke me up,

 

And made it real.

 

 

BRIDGE

 

For the first date we stayed in the neighborhood.

 

Deciding on faire that’s familiar,

 

Since Olive Garden’s lunch menu is grand.

 

 

Next, what would make her feel good,

 

This lovely child of Ingleterra?

 

Maybe a reminder of her homeland?

 

 

How ‘bout a film like “Robin Hood”?

 

But after checking out the theaters,

 

Watching a movie 'bout London was the plan.

 

 

And since that went as well as it could,

 

Another British film might show I care,

 

“The Matchmaker” was viewed from my divan.

 

 

We watched it all, as well we should.

 

While thirsts were quenched by Corona beer.

 

Twas enjoyed from the bottle, not a can.

 

 

But sadly, I’m no brighter than Dagwood.

 

Now our time is over, and I return

 

To solitary, of which I’m a fan.

 

 

In the end, it was just as good,

 

Because it came as quite a surprise,

 

To learn I’m now a twice weekly man.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

Reflecting,

 

Which is something I do well,

 

On my recent romantic events.

 

Suspecting,

 

Cheapness is where the blame fell,

 

Cause the budget was ten thousand cents.

 

But hey,

 

 

CHORUS

 

What if it’s real?

 

I don’t care about pride.

 

Gonna face what I feel,

 

Won’t keep it (locked) (up) (deep) inside.

 

This sweet lady,

 

Woke me up,

 

And made it real.

 

 

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