{"id":100761,"date":"2012-12-02T02:10:40","date_gmt":"2012-12-02T07:10:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/100761\/poem-the-single-lovecycle\/"},"modified":"2012-12-02T02:10:40","modified_gmt":"2012-12-02T07:10:40","slug":"poem-the-single-lovecycle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/100761\/poem-the-single-lovecycle\/","title":{"rendered":"POEM: The Single Lovecycle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><em><strong>This was composed for the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/100606\/saturday-share-come-one-come-all\/\">CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge<\/a>. \u00a0Angel Love&#8217;s line was &#8220;The pain will ease and the tears will dry.&#8221;<\/strong><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/s136.photobucket.com\/albums\/q183\/scotorum\/CPCChallenges\/?action=view&amp;current=tandem2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i136.photobucket.com\/albums\/q183\/scotorum\/CPCChallenges\/tandem2.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Photobucket\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"5\"><strong>THE SINGLE LOVECYCLE<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>I was hurtin&#8217;.<br \/>\nThought It might be my final curtain.<br \/>\nOf that I was fairly certain.<br \/>\nThen she came by, flirtin.&#8217;<br \/>\nWords of love I began blurtin&#8217;.<br \/>\nFor awhile, we enjoyed insertin&#8217;.<br \/>\nThen she left me for Richard Burton.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>Using sight of hind, I find,<br \/>\nThat the memory of her<br \/>\nis a pain in my behind.<br \/>\nNow I am very sure<br \/>\nputting the pain of old memories behind<br \/>\nmakes them easier to cure.<br \/>\nThat is why, in the moonlight<br \/>\non the Isle of Wight, I bare my behind.<br \/>\nTwo moons are twice as bright,<br \/>\nand those behind me say it&#8217;s quite a sight.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>To make a long story not quite as long,<br \/>\nthe pain eased, and all the tears dried.<br \/>\nI went on to sing a better song,<br \/>\nalmost forgetting why I ever cried.<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>I met a new one, and we had lots of fun.<br \/>\nI said &#8220;let&#8217;s live in the future, we can fantasize there.&#8221;<br \/>\nShe said: &#8220;didn&#8217;t your mother teach you it&#8217;s not polite to stare?&#8221;<br \/>\nI replied: &#8220;but I think you&#8217;re The One.&#8221;<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>I tried to seduce her by saying:<br \/>\n&#8220;All goodness comes when you let down your hair.&#8221;<br \/>\nand: &#8220;I&#8217;m wearing silk underwear.&#8221;<br \/>\nShe said: &#8220;that could cause a few folks to stare,&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;but it won&#8217;t get me into bed.&#8221;<br \/>\nSo I tried another tack instead.<br \/>\n&#8220;Sometimes life seems so unfair.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;The harder I try, the more pain I must bear.&#8221;<br \/>\nShe just scoffed: &#8220;well back your pickup truck to the door of despair,&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;load it up, and haul away your sorry derriere.&#8221;<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"4\"><strong>I was hurtin&#8217;.<br \/>\nThought It might be my final curtain.<br \/>\nOf that I was fairly certain.<br \/>\nThen she came by, flirtin&#8217;&#8230;<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"3\">Copyright December 1st 2012 RGD<\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><font face=\"arial, helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"3\"><strong>The flirts who did not fall for my lines, but I fell for theirs: Angel Love (3), Bettie (3), Dori, tony (3).<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This was composed for the CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge. \u00a0Angel Love&#8217;s line was &#8220;The pain will ease and the tears will dry.&#8221; THE SINGLE LOVECYCLE I was hurtin&#8217;. Thought It might be my final curtain. Of that I was fairly certain. Then she came by, flirtin.&#8217; Words of love I began blurtin&#8217;. 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