Good and Proper

Good and Proper

 

 

Above all else

He wanted her

Yes

He wanted her  

To love him

Not the way she

Loved orphans

Though

Like those she

Found begging

Draped in the

Faded flags of

Nations   

Long defeated

 

Oh’ how he

Wanted her to

Want him

And shed tears

Like those she

Often shed

For the fallen

And the beaten

Aye above all else

He wanted her

To love him

 

Yes to love him

Good and proper

Not like those

Song birds

She loved

Forced to fall from

Italian skies

Like those that litter

Ancient plazas

Hungry for a

Private blessing

But good and proper

 

  

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I started your book over the weekend & I'm amazed at: (1) how many poems (all excellent) . . . (2) how it feels like I've never read any of these poems yet, despite reading you here for years . . . (3) somehow I find I immerse myself into your words even more, with a book in hand, sitting on an easy chair on my shady deck & not sitting at a computer in my usual "reviewing routine"! As for this poem here, I am reminded of an old friend who looked me up recently . . . he was incapable of warm interactions in an ordinary way, instead he was compelled to "do good deeds" as if desperate to bargain with God, etc. Some people can only "love" when it involves being needed (((SHRUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Too good for words are thee BG.. Many big thank you's indeed my Friend and cheers for the advertisement ....(PLUGs) fondly.. Neville :)

[NotUsinganymore]

Very excelletn poem. I feel like this is a metaphor for a part in history!

[Neville]

Maybe.... but before I make up my mind, I thank you.........and truly 😎 👍

[Rye]

This read is heart tugging as well as kinda sad. I enjoyed the read though.

[Neville]

kind of you to say so.. thank you Rye...

[Robert Trakofler]

This poem in contrast to me reminds me about how much I am a mess I wish I could say this character is me but alas it seems all I want these days is to write... to beloved pon the page I think about little else. The lovely truth and longing displayed in this poem gives me a shudder of shame

[Neville]

You are a brother and a friend Robert and many things beside....including a bloomin good original writer and poet... I have felt similarly several times to date both during and after visiting your words.... and ya know wot... I know I'm just gonna feel that way again....Cheers n all that jazz x

[NotUsinganymore]

Thank you c:

[Gee]

Guess I'm one of the lucky ones, got a loyal, loving wife who puts family before self and is very easy to love.
Good and proper, becoming harder and harder to find.
Hi Neville, hope all is well out West

[Neville]

You are indeed very lucky Gee.. not everyone can say the same.. but then you know that don'tcha... Yep.. we are doing fine down here.. just getting older.. Pre-Seasons Greetings to You & Yours in MK :)

[Rhayne]

I'm sorry that 'he' couldn't get back what he was putting into the relationship, but, that's a two-way street, I think. I remember a time when I wished 'he' loved me as much as he loved football, NASCAR racing, beer, and other women.
Not that I don't like your poem, dear Sir, cause I do, very much! 'Good and proper' is the near-perfect love (since NOTHING is completely perfect) and I seek that too. It's just so elusive. I found I could relate to your words profoundly. To love someone so completely and it not be reciprocated the same, is heartbreaking. But I've come to learn that people love in different ways. It's hard to find compatibility these days.

[Neville]

message received and understood... thanking you so very much.... N

[Beccy]

We use the word love so many times and to relate to so much in life. 'Love choccy biscuits,' 'love and open top car in the summer,' and so on and so forth; but 'good and proper' is the perfect way to define what love truly is and what it means.

I believe, that the words, 'I love you,' cannot truly be said, unless they are meant.

Beccy.

[Gee]

I agree with that 100% Beccy. To easy to just throw them out there without meaning....Really it should be "I Love ( will change, bend, accomodate, comfort, cherish, support, bite my tongue til bleeding, honour, obey..hmmmm, will afford you the same respect I give to my mother) You.

[Neville]

I have long felt and believed most strongly that many use our beloved language inappropriately .. you give a couple of classic examples for disbelievers to ponder but I am so far in your corner, tis just as well we are friends... Cheers Beccy :)

[Anjeline]

A very sweet and touching poem about crave and hope of finding love. I absolutely loved the language, writing style and sweetness of the poem :)

[Neville]

thank you kindly my friend .. many thanks and true..

[Anjeline]

You're welcome :)

[R.E. Ray]

Neville, I think I've experienced this pain. Perhaps its an imagined love, something out of reach, completely unattainable. As I've grown older (51 now), I've calibrated my expectations, for not just love, but what to expected from people we think we know so well.

What I read here is a sadness, but also a realization that love's not what we often imagine. And, sometimes, we can jump and wave or fall on our knees in front of someone we love... and they just keeping looking over our head and shoulders at something else. Exceptional write, sir.

[Neville]

Thanking you R.E.. You really are most kind sir and always appreciated...

[lightsong]

this rings a bell inside me... and I guess this time I got it here. it's not only about unrequited love, but to love someone whose her life is not dedicated for her, maybe a famous figure, a nun, a nurse... all possibilities are opened, the want and desire to be loved by her even with a small part inside her heart which is vast to all and everything, the ache of wanting to be special for her, and have a special space inside her like a lover should be. tenderly moving words dear ~Neville my loving friend.

[Neville]

The Girl G just made this old man's day.. what an uplifting and insightful review you leave me here... Bless you and truly.. Neville

[Lorry]

It isnt just me then, thst has noticed that some care only for what has passed, history junkies with no time for the now, which leads to any future being a cul de sac.
We are the antithesis of them, we are the dreamers and hopers of better tomorrows, trying to keep the past where it belongs and not judging everyone on one asshat they knew. (im guessing of course, absolutely no experience of this whatsoever. No idea what youre talking about guvnor, honest)

[Neville]

For a moment you had me going there sir.. I thought you hit on summat.. then it dawned on me, I am done over, good n proper.. Note to self.. write I must try harder.... :)