Without….

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Without….

Without hope what would we be?
Without light what would we see?
Without money how would we live?
Without problems how would we give?
Without knowledge how would we learn?
Without heat how would we burn?
Without optimism what would we believe?
Without dreams what would we achieve?
Without emotions how would we cry?
Without life how would we die?

A Poem By Corey Booth…. 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

The Distance Relationship – Part 2 – The Night Before

What you have missed:
Part 1 – A Letter To Her

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The Distance Relationship – Part 2 – The Night Before

Its the night before,
I re unite with my wonderful lady,
Its the night before,
I’m back with my exquisite baby.

Butterflies in my stomach,
Ready to get released from their cage,
Ready to disperse into the air,
As soon as our bodies engage.

I feel a sense of euphoria,
Every time I hear her name,
Just a few hours now,
Before we can re kindle our flame.

I smile just thinking of her smile,
Her teeth with that radiant shine,
She’s just so beautiful,
It’s hard to believe she’s mine.

Pacing back and for,
Not being able to chill out,
Thinking about being with her,
And making up for the time without.

I can’t wait to lay in bed,
And feel our bodies touch,
I want to place her palm in mine,
And to her hand I will clutch.

The increasing sense of anticipation,
Is causing the shivering of my nerves,
Waiting to smooth through her locks,
And roll my hands down her curves.

Trying to relax on the chair,
But my legs continue to rock,
Feeling an irritated elation,
While hearing the ticking of the clock.

Her and I are like a jigsaw puzzle,
That cannot play whenever,
Because we have become separate,
But tomorrow we will come back together.

I know she’s not a doctor,
But she can heal my wounded heart,
And my appointment is tomorrow,
That’s when the recovery will start.

Just one more working day,
Then back in my arms she will be,
Just like it should be,
Us two together, her and me.

A poem by Corey Booth – 23/07/13….. 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

The Cancer Moment

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The Cancer Moment

She’s sat in the hospital,
Waiting for an answer,
The doctor calls her in,
And says “you have been diagnosed with cancer.”

Her heart starts to race,
So she takes a deep breath,
As the doctor calmly explains,
There is a probability of death.

Her face frozen stiff,
She doesn’t say a word,
A petrified picture,
It was the scariest thing she’d ever heard.

Her lip started shaking,
And her eyes shed a tear,
As the doctor went over procedures,
She trembled there in fear.

In total denial,
Not taking in the information,
She thinks it must be a nightmare,
But in reality its a tragic situation.

He explained the chemotherapy,
Will give her sensitive skin,
Make her feel tired,
And make her blonde locks thin.

Stuttering her words,
She says she’s aware of the risks,
While sitting back in her chair,
Clenching her fists.

In a total state of shock,
Her body feeling numb,
She finally comes to terms,
At what her life has now become.

With a fluttering in her stomach,
And a thumping in her heart,
She gets up from her seat,
As her new life begins to start.

A poem by Corey Booth – 20/07/13
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

The Distance Relationship – Part 1 – A Letter To Her

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The Distance Relationship – Part 1 – A Letter To Her

I might not be there today,
And I still won’t be there tomorrow,
But my love won’t go away,
And I can feel your sorrow.

This is starting to kill me,
It’s pulling on my heart strings,
It’s tugging so strongly,
That I’m weak and my heart stings

Can you feel my pain?
This is killing me inside,
It will never be the same,
Not having you here by my side.

These days are bleak,
I can’t give you my affection,
I’m feeling so weak,
As I’m not there for your protection.

I’m missing you so bad,
I bet you hate it when I am gone,
I look at pictures we have had,
And that keeps me strong.

I even miss you being mad at me,
And all the funny things you say,
You brighten up reality,
Even when it’s pale and grey.

As I sleep here alone,
Miles away from you at night,
I think of your breathing tone,
And pretend to hold you tight.

My body aches for you,
Now I’m feeling sore,
The way you move your body,
Leaves me wanting more.

I crave to get intimate,
It’s the desire I need,
My love for you is infinite,
My expectations you exceed.

You are like the sun,
You keep me warm when I am cold,
You are the one,
I want to be with when I’m old.

Without you I’m nothing,
I can’t wait to re unite,
I will give you all my loving,
And we can snuggle all night.

You endured the worst of me,
Grateful I will be forever,
So I will give you the best of me,
For as long as we are together.

Our love won’t be undone,
No matter what,
Because you are the one,
The only one I’ve got.

So I guess for now it’s goodbye,
Remember you are my life,
I ask you Please don’t cry,
My soon to be wife.

A poem by Corey Booth 16/07/13… 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

Inebriated Generation (The Power Of “Tion” 3)

So here is the 3rd instalment of The Power Of “Tion series! Please check out the 1st and 2nd editions in the links below, hope you enjoy!
1st edition – Since I Met You (The Power Of “Tion” 1)
2nd edition – WWW. (The Power Of “Tion” 2)

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Inebriated Generation (The Power Of “Tion” 3)

A world full of mass intoxication,
Drunken aggravation,
Tipsy youth intimidation,
With celebrity manipulation.
A different modernisation,
A culture modification,
Which glamorises inebriation,
Through television visualisation.
Different identification,
With no determination,
And no aspiration,
At their own obligation.
A downfall of a generation,
For their own glorification,
Wasting all their education,
With constant relaxation.
No care for their reputation,
Alcohol infatuation,
They love incrimination,
It’s cool to be on probation.
Morale obliteration,
Behaviour with no justification,
Don’t care for information,
Or their own rehabilitation.
After this observation,
I’m getting the indication,
There’s a boozing acceleration,
Sweeping right across this nation.
Which could be the annihilation,
Of the young association,
So lets stop this fascination,
And start this rectification.

A poem by Corey Booth 15/07/13 … 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry