To Think of Sarah

Tyler R. Martin

Each time that song plays I think of Sarah,
And her red hair waving lovely in that way.
Every time the chorus rings I feel so alone,
Saying, “Sarah God I miss you,
Sarah, baby, please come on home,
Sarah, without you I’ll be alone.”

And each time the song ends, I feel so empty,
Until that solemn tune begins again;
I mourn the loss of my lover
And the loss, also, of a friend
For much like that sad song, I’ve played for so long,
Someone one help me, please, I’m at my end.
Saying, “Sarah God I’ll miss you,
Sarah, please come home,
It’s better here I promise
Than wherever you may roam
Sarah, without you I’ll be alone.”

There’s bound to be a reason for her leaving,
There’s bound to be an answer in her words,
The words she knew so true
And she felt she had to say
When she gasped out her last breath
As I held her hand to pray
Before her body became cold,
Saying, “Sarah, without you I’ll be alone.”

“If ever was there life,” she said,
“there also must be death,
I feel the weight upon me now,”
As she she struggled her last breath
And in her final agony, she smiled so sincere,
Saying, “my loves with you forever, babe,”
In her last moment here,
“But, never fail to wander, and
Don’t be in agony over me,
Don’t sit upon a throne so lonesome,
That I couldn’t bear to see.”
And in that final moment I gave my reply,
Saying, “Sarah, God I miss you so badly Right now, baby, I could cry,
Sarah, baby why’d you have to die?”

“Love and Anarchy”

Tyler R. Martin


We will be together when it all falls down,
When everything is trashed,
And all lies ashen in the past.
We will be together when the cities all have drown
Or some rational is found
To burn them to the ground.
We will be together when the government is gone
And all the politicians have been relieved
Of all presumptive efforts
Towards the spread of their disease.
We will be together when the nanny state is gone
And the final card is drawn
For a new order to awake
And embrace it’s gorgeous dawn.
We will be together
When the Congress hall has burned
And every well quaffed leader
Has been fired and been spurned.
So don’t yet fret, perhaps the time isn’t now,
But we will be together when it all falls down.

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“My Sweet Amor”

Tyler R. Martin

I feel love for all that I see,
My heart beats for all before me,
I’m the king of the Lions den now,
Love my pride forever, I vow.
I beg for you in me to trust,
If to survive you know you must
And if I’m to feel some joy once more
I’ll need you here, my sweet amor.

Hope you enjoyed the poem! If you did, my chapbook is available on Amazon for 1.99 and if you message me I’ll definitely send you a free one! I’d love to get some reviews on my work. I’m new to selfpublishing and trying to promote myself anyway I can! There is a link below

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“Those Bad Feelings”

Tyler R. Martin

There had been
Bad times in the theater,
And worse times at home,
Bad times on car rides,
But good times alone.
Bad times with his harpy,
And her talons razor sharp
Bad times, while outside,
As the band plays from the heart.

…. Engulfed by bad feelings there,
In the crowded room with the departed.
Those dark feelings of despair
Of grieving friends now brokenhearted.

For those of them did share
The happy memories
In those times fair
And joined in battle with his enemies,
In turbulent times of trial,
So now recount mourners who declare
Of his forever unmatched style.

These stories of his greatness told
Of the man now void of smile,
Once so loving and so bold,
Absent now of signature guile.
For his affectionate warmths grown cold
And now seems so hostile.

….And when depictions done, all goes quiet
For but a brief while,
While his friends and children drink
Usurped by their denial.

“The World to Me”

Tyler R. Martin

You’re my baby, you mean the world to me,
But I’m standing on your outside
Gazing out into the sea,
Waiting for your ship to arrive,
Like a love lorn widow
Whose love at sea had died.

My ocean is my doorway,
As each day I pray
That your solemn Beauty
Gracefully will pass my way,
But each day doesn’t change
Like a widow’s tears before the bay;
While the sirens in the deep do sing
And Neptune holds his heinous sway.

And you, so stunning and saccharine,
Pass by my glances unaware
Of the love for you I still feel,
From long lovely legs, to golden hair,
To blue eyes that pierce solid steel
And beautiful breasts at which I stare.
Your hold on me echos through the ocean,
Through the trees and through the air;
Your hold on me, my love,
I simply can not bare.

“So Very Sweet

Tyler R. Martin

You’re simple, easy,
It’s what I like about you,
You have very little malice and seem
To care about me, even if it is just
Pity.
You ask me for very little,
A kiss, a cuddle, a good fuck,
The occasional adoring glance
And you seem fairly content.
You don’t need much, you’re
Happy with just the knowledge
I feel good around you
And that makes you feel good around me.
Aside from that, although
You may crave deeper emotional
Mutual masterbation,
You’re resigned to my inability
To provide.
You’re pretty, in a very maternal way,
There’s a sweetness behind the
Bitterness of your smile.
I can see it, taste it on your kiss,
Feel it in your stare.
Every man needs a woman like you,
If they did, perhaps
They’d be less insanity
And more shrinks
Getting government cheese.

“Don’t Worry, Baby”

Tyler R. Martin

Watch that worry, baby,
Give your heart a rest,
Keep the going easy,
Flow ‘long with the breeze
Don’t be sad sweetheart,
I am all you need.
With me, never stress
Just lie here with me,
baby,
And I will do the rest.
Its 10 AM, baby,
I’ll fix you drink,
Don’t worry, we’ll
Get tipsy,
No reason to think,
We got nowhere to be,
Outside doesnt matter, sweetie
Soon this you’ll see.
Don’t worry ‘bout the rent
Way past due
Or roaches in the sink,
Forget about broken
Wine bottles,
Don’t say you’re at the brink.
Baby, breakdowns aren’t fun.
So, sweetie,
Our lives, right now
Might be a mess,
Don’t be sad sweetheart,
With me never stress,
Just lie here with me,
baby,
I’ll do the rest.

“For my Love: be my Love”

Tyler R. Martin

Oh, your violet lipstick, dark eyeshadow, rosey blush;
The way gorgeous blonde locks drape from your skull
And blue eyes explode as I tremble
In the subtle gaze of your graceful glow.
Your Love will relish in the slow motion wave of your locks and the flutter
And the flit and flash of your eyes and dark black lash.
So tall in Doc Martens,
Hips so sexy in jeans fitting so superb,
Voice pitched soft like a pigtailed school girl
And a way with a walk that, for your Love,
Will worry and disturb.
Oh it seems it’s you I need, when for you I live,
I live and fight and fight and bleed;
For the thoughts of mine you occupy,
From seductive grin down to sweet thighs,
And loving lips and tender kiss,
It’s for your love that your Love exists.
Oh baby, baby from heaven above,
Oh sweet baby baby be my Love