RomeoKT's blog: "Poems"

   My Crowd

I sit and smile in my seat,

People going about the lives,

How interesting the are to me,

With their attempts to deny,

The false people they try do be,

Feeling they are never enough,

Lost to the false weight they carry,

How they are the ones Malone life rough,

Then there are the ones with joy,

Very true and genuine smiles,

Who are happy to just be them,

No effort use to try and beguile,

Surrounded by true friends,

They laughs ring with a different tone,

Sharing with each other joy,

Everywhere they are with friends is home,

I smile as I watch them all,

Both living in truth and in lies,

Some laughing are quite real,

The others hiding from all how they cry,

I stand and I walk to join one group,

Which one I walk to is plain to see,

Only one group would I fit in,

Can you discern which group belongs with me?

                                                 By: Romuald (Romeo) Tchouante

Sexy

I call you sexy and you look at me,

As if this too often you've heard,

What you don't know is that you haven't,

For most don't know the meaning of that word,

Many give compliments to others,

To improve how in they are seen,

using what sounds like pleasant adjectives,

Yet not knowing what they truly mean,

I could call you cute , or what some call adorable,

As how people use to describe a puppy or child,

And I wouldn't be misusing the word at all,

Especially when one thinks to your smile,

I could also look at you and call you Pretty,

As one would describe a flower or the evening sky,

There would be nothing but truth in my words,

Anyone that denies this needs only look at your eyes,

Another word that I could use would be hot,

As people call those who's shape are for the eyes a feast,

We both know that I'd still be using a word perfectly,

From your ability to awaken many other's inner lust beast,

Though I think I prefer to call you sexy rather than the others,

For sexy is not just in a smile , or eyes, or exquisitely shaped frame,

Sexy is in all those things and those that can't be physically gotten,

Sexy is in your aura, your movement, your ability to make an entire room's mood change

Sexy is in all the  lightly spoken words floating like mist from your mouth,

Sexy is in the looks you give that makes one forget how to say their name,

How time watching you slows but never slow enough so you won't leave,

Sexy is in knowing just getting a kiss from you will leave one never the same,

Of all the words to describe you in their truest form Sexy fits you best,

This is why when other mouths call you sexy it's not like mine,

Sexy is what you are, that which leaves me completely intoxicated,

As I slowly savor the essence and taste of you like perfectly aged wine.

By: Romuald( Romeo) Tchouante

 I Love you , Mom

Ever ceaseless love makes me think of you

Knowing you're part of the reason of the good i do,

I see your support is what made dad strong,

Teaching us it's ok to admit when we are wrong,

Of course we fuss every once in a while,

You made the mood better by always ending it with a smile,

You love me still as if that newborn babe,

Always asking how you can help with any kind of pain,

Teaching me so many lessons about life,

How a TRUE parent understands the meaning of sacrifice,

Always placing us and our needs first and then your own,

Reminding us no matter what we will always have a home,

Making room in your heart for others we and in ours,

Helping us to grow and blossom as the sun those flowers,

And I know I repeat this often but I still want to say,

I love you and know every day that ends in Y is Mother's day

                                                               By: Romuald ( Romeo) Tchouante

                A Christmas Poem

The ones in our lives that give relief,
The ones that helps to give us peace,
This time of year we love them a bit more,
For they help to brighten the light in our core,
Whether in the next room or miles away,
In our hearts they seem to always stay,
They give our dark moments a brighter tone,
No matter the distance they help us not to feel so alone,
So whether you call yourself a child of Christ's love,
Or just a creature of earth like any fawn or dove,
The feelings in the season still ring true,
The feelings of love and how we tell each other I love you.


       By: Romuald ( Romeo) Tchouante

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She calmly spies with lovely eyes and beckons the wind to come,
And as gentle breeze passes between the trees her shine is the envy of the sun,
Her nature sweet as honey straight from the hive,
And with a sweet word and a kind laughter she reminds you why it feels good to be alive
Her company you find makes you feel warm
How even in her moments of harsh truth you sense no harm,
The days spent with her always seem too short,
You stare at the sunset trying to halt it's progress ever more,
Though this attemmpt you known is purely in vain,
You do it each time to halt her from parting company with you again,
Though there is a light sting you feel as she leaves you sight,
You are filled with a greater joy that you will see here again and you spirit shall once more take flight

By: Romuald ( Romeo) Tchouante

I'm Not Your Type

I'm sorry but I'm not your type,
You see I have no destructive needs,
That come into you life and cause it to bleed,
So you see I'm not your type,
I have no kids and no baby mama,
To always come between us and cause drama,
So you see I'm not your type,
I have no crazy stalking ex,
Prank call your job and make you vexed,
So you see I'm not your type,
I have no costly addictions,
That would end up causing us an evcition,
So you see I'm not your type,
I have poor examples of rage from my childhood home,
That would cause me to live you with any broken bones,
So you see I'm not your type,
Yes i do have a job so you never will,
Have to worry about going into your pockets to pay my bills,
So you see I'm not your type,
I have an open mind always ready to grow,
Not a closed block that is only able to say no,
So you see I'm not your type,
Yes a strong carnal hunger is indeed part of me,
But it's not like SEX is all i can see,
So you see I'm not your type,
Yes i do believ out beauty if os fo fine,
But I KNOW inner beauty is beyond sublime,
So you see I'm not you type,
I'm the boy my father taught to be a man,
I'm the cruel child my mother taught compassion,
I'm the scared youth my brothers taught how to stand up and fight,
I'm the unsure kid who's love of art my sister taught was alright,
I'm a man but a super uncle is what I try to be,
To thank the lil ones i love for bringing out the BEST in me,
So you see I'm not your type,
So when you start to finally see and understand?,
A fixer upper is a house not some..THING you can make into a man,
When you finally accept what you already knew to be true,
That the your type can only leave you, body & soul, black and Blue,
And when i turn you down when you come to me and you ask why,
Remember i told you long before Miss, sorry I'm not your type

By: Romuald( Romeo) Tchouante