All I Want

All I want
is to be happy
once again,
for my life
has been
terrible
since I lost you,
my friend.

Laurie K.

All I want is
for my head
to stop throbbing
with every heartbeat
and for my eyes
to stop hurting
with every blink
all I want
is to be home
in bed

All I Want is For Him to Realize How Special He is

Almost 18 years ago
I couldn’t hold him after he was born.
He had a fever and so do I.
It was traumatic
Sometimes it is still that way today.
Though I wouldn’t change a thing
Except to help him see
What promise and priceless gifts
He possesses.

All I want is to finish this poem

Dear friends wait
a state away
and I must now
be on my way.
There,
I’m finished.

Linda Voit

“All I want is my hair back on my head”

I’m too late for Rogaine
too poor for transplants
too scared of spray hair
too old to wear ballcaps
too young to look this old.

Sometimes, when daydreaming,
I imagine doing a handstand
and all my back hair could slide
down onto my head, a perfect
quaff that all the girls will love.

I’m a sad sack of sad. I consider
my dog, and the scissors in my hand…

All I want is orgasms

All I want is pop pow bang!
Clasping the hand of space
All I want is gorgeous theatre
Beauty
Stars

My reach outstretches my grasp
falls short
All I want are climaxes
The craft so hard to learn,
The life so short.

-Marie

This effort is my attempt at a tribute to yesterday's challenge.

So many wonderful poems. Thanks to everyone.

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"All I want is color"

Found poetry in a
story about hockey.

Pavel Datsyuk says,
"The day of the funeral,
when I came home,
the apartment --
it didn't have any color."

I think of the people
I have lost.
How their color left my world.

How it returned
when I remembered
it still lived in me.

I think of the beautiful colors,
I met yesterday.
Then I say hello to spring.

Haiku: All I Want Is Peace

All I want is peace
for my people. The fight has
been too long and hard.


All I Want Is to Return to the Old Ways

I long for the old way of life
when we lived off the land
and depended on the Great Spirit
to supply all our needs.

I long for the ancient days of
my people when we stood
tall and proud and strong and laughed in the
face of adversity.

All I want is to return to
the old ways when we lived
in peace with all the world around us-
before the white man came.

All I Want Is…

“All” is a really big word
Especially when it leads a comment
For all means everything
Or everyone
And it leaves everything else
Out of the picture

So, when I’m asked to express
All I want is…..(blank)
I go blank on the blank
Because “all” is such a small word
For something so big

But, if cornered
Forced to comply
Arm twisted to answer
Then I would have to say

All I want is to be
One step closer to Jesus
Every day of my life

Well
I guess that wasn’t
As difficult as I imagined
God bless

All I want is more

tad
titch
smidgen
of excess
to push back wall scrapes.
exponential growth is freedom!
what's sustainable?
smaller loops
golden
mean
twists

All I want is to be organized


I’m sorry, where was I?
I’m busy, I have to admit
I’m going to tell you now
Now what was it?

It’s written on this envelope
In this manila file
Wait, I’m going to show you
It must be in this pile

I had it just right here
All planned and just so
I wrote it down so I’d have it
Now where did that thing go?

You’ve got to understand
I’ve been under a lot of stress
No, actually I’m very organized
It’s just right now that looks a mess

Oh, wait, I’ve got it
It’s right here in this sack
No, that’s my lunch
Hey, wait, stop…come back!

All I want is

This...if it be a moment, a whisper, a prayer,
an invocation...some delicate Lenten Rose
blooming, a bird gathering mulch for its nest,
a dog loose that lets me stop to pet it.

I have never wanted more than God, more than Earth,
more than everybody. I simply want a sunset
to linger so I can linger with it...each of
bursting with color.

All I want is happiness
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All I want is happiness
doing what I love
being with someone who loves me
having all the money in the world to do
whatever I feel like doing.

Lube Job

All I want... is to get my oil changed
with a minimum amount of fuss.
I don’t want to talk of fuel lines
and I really can’t discuss
the rotation of my tires
or my engine vacuum’s leak
and forget about my brake drums:
I’m just not an auto geek.
If my air pump needs replacing
and my carburetor’s toast
and my battery is history
I will scream if you should boast
how you’ll fix it up and then some.
This is not what I arranged:
I am here for only one thing...
I just want my oil changed.

All I want is enough money

Working years never brought it
Retirement years we still sought it.
Never enough to pay all the bills
Always in debt up to the gills.
Just enough to have some fun
To enjoy our golden years in the sun.
Now I confess to you, honey
All I want is enough money.

Gonna be a two fer Friday. There is one written a few months back that is perfect for this prompt. It is first. The second is the actual written today one.

All I want is everything


Was it Kafka's starving man?
"I never saw what I wanted."
Poor passionless, arid soul
I want everything I see!
To join the sunrise apricot,
and walk against a blizzard.
Eat new baked bread, drink cold cider,
run with children, sit with Nana.
Read all the books, sing every song,
paint with oils, and shape wet clay.
How will I open all the gifts,
before life slips away?


All I want is more books


Why do all the best authors keep dying?
I mean--don't you wish Dickens was here
to comment on the current state
of messy human affairs?
And C.S. Lewis could have lived
another century or two.
He was prolific,
but I've gone through him.
I'm sure there was stuff Frost
hadn't seen he could have told us.
Where the heck did Ferlinghetti go-
there's still dogs walking in the streets.
Just who gave Stienbeck
permission to leave?
I spose next we'll hear
Dean Koontz has fallen down some steps,
or Grisham's in a coma.
Has anyone heard from Madeleine L'Engle?
It's very inconsiderate--
don't they know we're waiting?

All I want is to be done

Poems I hate to write
Make my muscles tight
Everyday I have to fight
To get a poem just right

I want to be done
I want to run
I want some fun
Want to see the sun

I’ll go to the store
Who knows what for
Prompt me no more
It makes me sore

All I want is to be done.

All I want is for this to count as a poem even though it has no meter or rhyme.

All I want is to rule the world
it isn't asking so much
I am the right person for the job
because I can be ruthless if needs be
I have very clear vision and
I think things through.

I wouldn't come up with stupid ideas
that sound like great ones and
then let everyone realise too late
that they were actually extremely bad ideas,
but carefully planned so that by the time anyone spotted their flaws
I and my friends would have made a huge amount of money out of them,

because I don't care about money
as long as I have a roof over my head and
enough food - which is sometimes a lot - and
plenty of time to think and go swimming and
to spend with my family.

So if I can rule the world but without any
fuss - just have the world do as I tell it and
no arguments, because I am always right
so it saves time in the long run,
I'm thinking about an hour a day should do it.

But then again who needs all that responsibility?

Who wants it?

Oh - not me.

So all I want is to be left alone to get on with
things the way I already am doing.

If you know them, can you tell that to
whoever does rule the world?

All I Want Is Peace Within

All I want is peace within,
To live joyfully and exude grace,
Knowing now of his sin,
All I want is peace within,
Knowing now of his sin
whenever I look upon his face.
All I want is peace within,
To live joyfully and exude grace.

Rest

That's all I want
pure undisturbed
the sleep of dogs
all played out
secure at the foot
of their master's bed
(until someone gets up
in the dark stumbling night)

If I can't have Rest
then I'll take Saturday

All I want is . . .

A glass of white wine
At a table for two
In a café with glass walls;
Watching the people
Hurrying past
At dusk in the city,
Bag at my feet,
Sweater on my shoulders,
Soft music playing,
Murmuring voices.

The evening is humid
But the wine is ice cold.
My fingers are languid
As they play with the stem.
No rush to be anywhere
But right in this moment
Thinking of nothing
And looking at you,

I used the prompt as a line, not a title...hope that's okay.

Well-Worn Hand

Fingers rough, cuticles ragged, split and bleeding, as if they had dug up a garden, shoveled the dirt up and out without tools, clawed their way in and out of wooden boxes. Why do I keep counting the times I have reached for you? All I want is one smooth touch, the feel of silk, the feeling of the dry root drinking up moisture, plumping, filling in the lines and ditches. All I want is to hold something beautiful, full to bursting with the cool smooth of a stone, the liquid bliss of rivers, the sturdy curve of a steady railing beneath my hand until I fall away and land in a place where edges curl and blur, that place I feel in the webs of your fingers, the rose of your fist, the hard luxury of your touch. I rub my sandpaper palm against your door, hope flaking to dust.

HARMONY

You’re so lucky,
I said.
Why,
she asked.

Because
you have me
to love.
She laughed.


No, really,
I am so in need of love
and
You love,
so well.

I try,
She said.
Oh, way more than try.
You do,
so well.

(I am grateful for this prompt as I've been waiting for one that would fit the topic I need to write about.)

All I Want is The Voice

The Voice we have lost
is irreplaceable --
the voice of summer
the voice of baseball
the voice of the Phillies
the voice of Harry the K.

Harry Kalas left us suddenly
earlier this week
in the place
where he loved to be most --
the broadcast booth.

Philadelphia
is a city in mourning
and from the online tributes
that have been pouring in
from all over the country,
we are not alone
in our sorrow
and searing sense of loss.

But even more than
the golden voice
and that signature homerun call
never to be duplicated,
we will miss Harry the man --
the man who treated every person
from ballclub manager
to fan in the seats
with unwavering kindness and respect.

His enduring love
for the Phils players
and for us,
tough but ever-devoted fans,
evidenced in every word,
every play, every game
for thirty-eight blessed years,
is the legacy he leaves behind.

All I want is The Voice --
the voice of summer
the voice of baseball
the voice of the Phillies
the voice of Harry the K.

Rest in peace, Harry.
You will never be forgotten.

ALL I WANT TO…. By Jane Eamon 2009

All I want to do is be thin
A perfect size 2 able to wear
Anything and everything
I’d be the envy of all around me
I’d walk the catwalks of Europe
And be the toast of the high flying society set
Sigh

All I want is the face of the Madonna
People would weep when they
Beheld my face
I would inspire artists
And poets
My visage would hang in the Louvre

All I want is to be rich
So much money
I could go anywhere, do anything
Jet to the beaches of St. Tropez
On a whim

All I want is to be loved
To be held in the arms
Of a good and loving
Soul mate who would
Follow me to the ends of the earth

All I want is to wake up
One morning and love
Everything about my life and me
I could accept everything I am
And everything I could be

Not thin
Not rich
Not handsome
Unloved

oops, my bad...i had to repost three times, and lost the title:
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All I Want Is Harmony

You’re so lucky,
I said.
Why,
she asked.

Because
you have me
to love.
She laughed.

No, really,
I am so in need of love
and
You love,
so well.



I try,
She said.
Oh, way more than try.
You do,
so well.

All I Want Is


All I want is
Too keep smiling
No one prepares
You
For the good times
You always hear
Prepare for the worst
Learn
To weather
The storms
You can be told
Embrace your bliss
If you should be
So bold
No one teaches you
To smile
They assume you know
You might be told to
Might just hear
Stop and smell
The roses
But no one seems
To mean it
No one ever really
Seems
To do it themselves
I guess it is
Up to me
To embrace the bliss
In every day
Andy truly
Make it
My own

"All I Want is Something Frivolous"

All I wanna do is get a tattoo.
But I’m not so good with the needles.

Wings on my anklebone, heel of my shoe,
‘Cause I choose the Stones over the Beatles.

"All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth". Oops, sorry, that one was already taken in a song some time ago; but it's immediately what I thought of upon receiving this prompt. But I've still got my teeth, so i will wish for something else: "Poetry prompt word: "All I want..." for April 17, 2009
In this instance---Dedicated to Walt and Marie Elena--in hopes that you both "obtain"--along with everyone else. (Incidentally, Marie Elena,is it true that your birthdate was in 1910---if so Congratulations on approaching 100, my Dad lived from 1904 to 2004 up to 100 years and 45 days after battling cancer at age 85. After his tumor was removed he went mountain climbing at age 85, and drove from Utah to his native Nova Scotia at age 99 on a nearly 10,000 mile auto journey round trip. After reaching age 100 in the year 2046, then "All I want.." is:Here's my take on---

All I want... (C) Richard-Merlin Atwater April 17, 2009

All I want is EVERYTHING that's good, and meant for me and you:
Eternal life, real happiness, and eternal love that's true.
My family to be with me, for time, and evermore,
To dwell in "glories realm above", across "the threshhold door".

For in the 'Book of Revelation'-- "the word" is given true:
He that overcomes "the world" is clothed in white's celestail hue. (see: Revelations 3:5)
"The Book of Life" contains his name, confessed before the angels, (see Revelations 3:21)
And sits upon the "throne of God", with JESUS as He sparkles.

This mundane world, on earth below, has many ups and downs,
But glory be to God above who delivers many crowns---
To faithful man, and women too, and children "innocent of sin";
Open up "the pearly gates" for 'pure in heart'; "Dear God, please let us in!"

For all we want is what YOU have, to be with THEE again,
To know the love and happiness of JESUS as our friend.
So once again, what do i say to what you have to offer?
All I want is "the new name" that JESUS has to proffer.
(see: Revelation 3: 12)
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Dedicated to the true Christian in any of us.

All I want is true love
sweet friends,
warm days,
cool nights,
good books,
blue skies,
fresh rain,
baby toes
and butterfly kisses,
old songs
new poems.

I want to
laugh’ til my sides ache,
cry without shame,
know where home is,
find my way back there.

Nancy Posey

All I Want is to Stop Wanting

To be content with buttered toast
and the shafts of sun slanting in
across the floor, lighting the hairs
that the cats and dogs have gifted
me with, because these things
are free, or nearly so, and because
that is sometimes all there is.
We are brought up to eye our discontents
as guideposts to “more,” to allow our
yearnings to pull us through life toward
the new, the shiny, the bigger, the
better and now I think this has been
a disservice and disrespect
to what is and what could be
the only thing we really have;
this moment.

All I Want Is More Earth Time

Days grow short
So much to do
Seeing Teton Mountains
and Adriatic Sea
makes me want more

Time on earth is work
and survival. Why do
we want so much?
All we really need
is nearness to God

yet we appear far away
All I want is more earth
time this time around.
It may be my final trip
to find good karma.

ALL I WANT IS MORE

I remember how it used to be
Thinking all the answers
lay hidden just across the sea
Sitting quiet on the beach
Dreaming of all
that is so out of reach.
It wasn’t difficult
for me to lay down my head and dream
I remember how I used to believe
That the grass was always greener
and that life was so much easier
But it didn’t take long to fall
Cos on the other side,
I found no grass at all
Now I know there is a pattern to the snow
And I learnt you just got to go with the flow
But it took me much too long to find
That all that greed can make one blind
But no matter how much I get
The sad part yet
is that all I want is more!

“All I want is to stop spilling my coffee”

I just want to drink it,
but it always ends up on the floor.
What good is caffeine
if the carpet gets the only taste?

Besides, my mom is going to kill me
for all the stains.
And I wouldn’t care if I wanted them there,
but I really would rather ruin my insides with too much coffee
instead of the floor.

All I Want is to Be With You

You've been gone so long.
Everyone thinks I am strong,
But I can't count the nights
I've wept alone without lights
For you.
All I am I would give
Though my heart is a sieve
Leaking sorrow all day,
As I grope for the way
To you.
Half my heart is gone,
Bleeding and drawn
Into a hardening shell,
For I can't ever feel well
Without you.
I love you.

All I want is to go back in time

To start again, back to the days when the first people
Gave up the following of large animals and began to
Stay in one place – perhaps a cave or rough huts they
Built to shelter themselves – a place where water flowed
Cleanly over stones and gravel, near some hills that
Protected them from the bitter winds of winter.
But most of all a place where the soil was rich and deep
And easy to clear. Then they could burn away the brush
Press their little nests of seeds into the ground, pull out
The choking weeds and finally, later in the summer,
Gather the rich seed heads of grain, store enough away
So that in the rest of the year no one would go hungry.
The harvest would be divided equally, each family with
Its share and now and then the younger & the strong
Among the men and women would hunt and kill
Just what was needed to survive. So the animals
And the birds would also flourish as the people
Learned the ways of nourishing the crops. Later perhaps
They would shear the sheep and weave the cloth
Build stronger houses , tame those animals and birds
That gave their milk and eggs and gave them every day.
From this natural world, the people would learn co-operation
And how to live in peace and harmony.
They could call it paradise.

All I want, huh?


Energy. Focus. Patience.
To be patient when I have no energy.

Butter. I love butter.
I sneak slices into my mouth
as I'm buttering my toast.

For the basement to be finished.
I'm tired of boxes. Everything
in its place, and a place for
butter.

Kidding. To know when to stop
kidding. To be more serious without
more butter. To be satisfied with
less: not the less I have now because
I have so much less than I need.
But to have so much more so I can be
philosophical about less.

Energy? Did I mention energy?
How long have I been asleep?
The last thing I remember is
well, butter of course.

R.M. Atwater - "All I want is EVERYTHING that's good ..." Thank you! This brought tears to my eyes and ushered me into the Presence. The things you express here I have felt many, many times, especially lately. (I have a message about it at sanctuarypoet.net called "When Heaven and Earth Meet.") Blessings to you and all my fellow poets today!

jb

All I want is for you to smile,
A happy moment might last a while,
Even if it's because I gaffe,
As long as it will make you laugh.

CALLIOPE GETS PISSED

All I want is inspiration!

Orpheus was my son, and Dante was my servant,
but poets just don’t listen to me anymore.

My mother Memory is always chiding me
as if I don’t do my job – as if I should just work harder!

Meanwhile my sisters all sit around on their laurels,
primping and preening like Aphrodite’s peacocks.

If ambrosia, that most holy nectar of the gods, did
not drip from my fingers, where would we all be?

But everyone wants to taste me, everyone wants
Immortality! No one realizes what it costs to live forever.

How many times have I told the story of Tithonus
chirping as Dawn leaves him, shriveled and ancient, alone in her bed?

Or the sufferings of Hercules? Do his twelve mighty labors
really mean nothing in this day and age? He wrestled with death!

Alcestis, Aeneas, even my own dear Orpheus!

I’ve heard a thousand prayers uttered with tears at my altar,
yet how few have been willing to play the harp in Hades.

Come, let us go down, and I will show you the lost souls
sighing on the banks of the Acheron, endlessly waiting.

Behold the black river! Behold the half-light in the dark!
Behold the souls of the dead whose bodies are not properly buried.

You could sing them back to life, you could put flesh on their bones,
if only you would come down and witness them in their misery.

I am not the goddess whose chariot is drawn by wingèd doves!
I am not here to bring stone statues to bed like Galatea!

Your grapes made of wax and your desperation could be
beautiful to me if you would open the ear of your soul to truth.

Do you not hear how I love you? In my hands, I hold your gift,
like the ram of Colchis, golden with promise, shining with hope.

And it is I who have slain the Hydra!

Jane Beal
sanctuarypoet.net

All I Want is Time

to breathe for no reason
but to experience breath

to stretch for no reason
but to feel my length

to read for no reason
but to lose myself in words

time to make soup
the old-fashioned way

time to eat it slowly
savoring each sip

no motives, hidden agendas,
no more multi-tasked life

but steeped in the flow
of ordinary time

Knowing My Ancestors

All I want is nothing ---
a few minutes of it, waves
of it on my shore, the mist
of it against my eyelashes,
foggy time without reponsible
activity. I want to be
and not to think. Nothing
to do but sense every pore, hear
every heartbeat, see every color
go by in a swirl, touch my own face
and know my ancestors.

My lines are somewhat long; I hope they display OK here.

All I Want Is Your Pillowcase

Dear one, please tell these men with their swaggers and badges that
I am no thief. Thieves are strangers. Thieves are greedy, uncaring
swine who don’t even eat the treasures they root out. They are not
followers seeking the sustenance of relics. Furthermore, I would never
break into your house in Topanga Canyon (44 Cherrystone Way, 90290)
or even that king-bedded room at the back of the tour bus. These are
your homes, your private places. I don’t want anything that is yours,
anything you didn’t give on stage. When those bullies, those cretins
found me, you had already risen and gone. I want only that cloth that,
between the post-show drinks with Dirty Dave of Country 92 and
the entry of the cart carrying your eggs Benedict and decaf,

caught your dreams and breath.

All I Want Is a Good Night’s Sleep

Head touch pillow.
Blissful oblivion.
Eight hours later
Cat stretching
Two year old running
Eagle hunting
Awake

All I Want is What I Want

Something other than
bigger than
a life doing dishes
laundry, yard work,
a quick kiss in the dark
of sandpaper lips
on a face so familiar and mundane
it blends into the wallpaper.
A touch I know as well as my own.
Something other than
bigger than
what they settle for,
bigger cars on smaller lots,
houses with no fruit.
Not a spark or a dribble
in the panties from a surprise
meeting in the hall,
a nothing nowhere love
that cannot flicker light bulbs
or a soul,
especially a pair of souls.
I do not want this,
will not bury myself alive for a
stable lovely mortgage.
Something other than
bigger than
a necessity screw once a month.
I want camels in the bathroom
and alligators on the lawn.
I want to drink in the substance
of your soul and writhe in rapture
while you drain from me
every
last
drop.
I want to giggle at the moon
and pay homage to some aliens
in our own funny love dance.
I want the mystery of true love,
and life on a magic carpet.

All I want is You

No matter what the world has planned
All I want is you
No matter where I choose to stand
No matter what the world has planned
Even if my words are banned
I’ll never be blue
No matter what the world has planned
All I want is you

ALL I WANT IS TO BLOG POETRY
BY: Hannah Bowles

Without being interrupted
by a dirty diaper, or a
tantrum erupted in the
middle of a crucial line.
Those moments when I feel
it in my cortex that some
divine flow of words is
on the edge of no retreat.
Then the phone rings and
my man says "remember to
pick up the meat." The dog
has had his head jumped on
one too many times, now my
child’s eyebrow is red. I'm
supposed to be getting lunch
together when all I want to
do is bunch words together.
I'm supposed to be ordering
flowers for my wedding, or
brushing the dogs for they
are shedding, all over the
house, making balls of hair
in the corner that resemble
a mouse. All I want to do is
turn on the computer and read
excellent poems but it keeps
popping up a box that says
restart now or later? The sun
is calling my name outside, I
must start the washer and throw
in the tide. The bills are on my
desk they have dates on the invoices
that request that I put them in the
mailbox sooner than later. There are
piles of leaves and pine needles in
the yard that need to be rounded up
and put in a tarp to discard. When
all I really, really want to do is
have a lovely cup of green tea and
let the words from my brain go through
my fingertips, to the screen they will
flee. But this is not the last of me, as
you all know this writing thing is an
addiction, of which we all seem to have
an affliction. Thank God for that.

All I want is this job

Teaching young people
Fundamentals of English
Gives me a purpose

All I want is a cookie


There is a point
in a man’s life
when he comes
to the realization
that doing just
what he has to do
is not enough.

All I want is time

suspended indefinitely
between a drop of rain
and the moment
when your tears begin.

All I want is six years

All I want is to go back six years
and tell the doctors not to cut
Tell them I can make my son live
without tubes and wires
like I did for years already
All I want is to hear his voice again
To hold him in my arms
and listen to glee pour out
of his smiling face
All I want is six years

ALL I WANT...

...is to be able to
figure out
how "I do"
translated
into "yes dear!"

I must have been
absent when
we conjugated
that verb.
Darn the luck!

All I want is what I have

I’m blessed
and know it
Count my lucky stars every day
A friend’s six word bio reads
‘I never got what I wanted’
Mine says
‘I got more than I dreamed’

All I Want Is To Do My To Do's

Write a poem
clean my comb
walk 3 miles
save my files
paint with oil
watch eggs boil
read a book
improve my look
practice Greek
don't be so meek
ride the bike
hear songs I like
stretch a bit
find clothes that fit
make a meal
keep it real
thank a friend
whew, that’s the end

All I want is less

All I want is less
Less inches round my waist
Less junk in ev’ry room
Less doing things in haste
Less bust that follows boom
Less weekly household bills
Less tension in the land
Less anger over-spills
Less laughter that is canned
Less green-fly on my beans
Less I don’t understand
Less disenchanted teens
Less aches ev’ry morning
Less reality tv
Less wrinkles when yawning
Less disrespect for trees
All I want is less
I can’t ask for anything more

TS45YAll I want is time

Time not obliged to others,
that I won't get paid for
and no one will interrupt.
But I don't want to feel
guilty about taking it and
I don't want anyone to feel
I don't love them or I don't
have time for them. I know
it is selfish but I am tired
of all the time I am obliged
to pay bills and keep promises.
I want it not to be on the
clock and certainly not one
I have to punch. I want it
in huge uninterrupted gobs,
with blissful quiet; not
even my stomach growling.

When I get it, I want an
instrument to write with
and paper to write on.
Is that so much to ask?

All I want is the magical, mystical, wonderful do-over

All time--
So goes the theory--is a tree
In-finite of ramefication.
A scar, bud, stub, twig, limb, or trunk
For every variation.
I'd like to try a branch where I
Am stirring, and not shaken.

“All I want is to be a Proud American”

It’s hard to envision the night before
When things were simple not ripped from their core.
Taking for granted was a fact-of-life
Then that morning hit full of strife.

You’ll always remember where you were?
That fateful morning we must endure
The sun was shining all was right with the world
Freedom reigned as the flag unfurled.

In a matter of seconds and minutes we were turned upside down
The foundations of our lives were split to the ground.
Life as we knew it was gone in a flash
As people ran for safety in a Marathon dash.

Evil had entered the shores of our earth
And cracked its footing where we gave birth
But no evil or man can take its tolls
The freedom to be an American is engraved on our souls.

We got right back up and stood our ground
We helped, we sacrificed, and we united our sound.
To those who are lost and still missing today
You’re our heroes in heaven, each a sparkling ray.

And though our world has been rocked to dust
We’re proud to be an American in God we trust.

All I want…

All I want
is to have
what I want
to have when
I want to
have.

All I want
is to give
what I want
to give when
I want to
give.

All I want
is to share
what I want
to share when
I want to
share.

All I want
is to love
what I want
to love when
I want to
love.

.

all I want is to stop wanting

evolution, I am above these buses you throw
me under. I ask, reptile brain, that you end these

irrational impulses to chase worthless options;
namely stud, loner, the tasty aloof and emotional

inhabitants of never-never land I can’t
seem to stop digging my teeth into. despite

what my hips broadcast I am not the kind
of woman who wants to be filled with kicking

feet or ever have to deal with teething or any
other bones fighting their way out of flesh.

enough then with the hunters grunting around,
enough with my dumb tongue hanging, I’m no

bitch in heat scaling high fences, let me live loosed
or let me begin believing in safer things than you.

.

Subject: All I want is....
"All I Want is to Be Found"

Where do I discover the brimming cup of
sunshine warmth,
to rekindle my heart’s lamenting emptiness?

Where do I inhale vast oceans of majesty’s
thunderous waves of strength,
to amass my declining confidence?

Where do I lay flourishing carpets of tranquil
reassuring comfort,
to outfit my abandoned bareness?

Within my mournful essence I search
in quiet contemplation,
realizing...
it is found deep within the bruised
unfinished part of me.

All I Want Is Out Of Reach

Give me satisfaction or
give me death.
It's one or the other.

Give me a sound mind, and
give me a hale body.
One is not enough.

Give me a little security, or
give me a little freedom.
I don't care which one.

Give me away.
Give up on me.
I'm not the one you need.

All I want is to feel
life
to not miss one moment of the here and now
to feel the bigness of each broad second
each tantalizing hour
while I'm here
I want to feel
life

All I want is...

R e s o l u t i o n !

All I want is This

breathing
reading
learning
dreaming
writing
loving
and a good faith in tomorrow
bringing me another you who makes me curious
writing this

All I want is a New Heart

I have had some days of laughter;
days of joy and celebration,
but on those days of doubt and conflict
I wearied of having a heart that cared.
Cared too much about suffering and pain
at home and everywhere else outside.
It grew far too easy to lose my balance
wishing to take that suffering away...
When on occasion those close to me vent
and I am the one who feels the heat,
my heart in that moment would seize on a reason
immediately thinking it was something I did.
Now in my fifties my brain has grown older,
but my heart remained childlike in so many ways.
An ongoing consequence leaves my heart heavy
despairing of attaining the peace that I crave.
Therefore I lack the hope for tomorrow
my screwed up emotions will leave me alone.
Only in writing do I find some release...

All I Want is Sanity

says the girl behind the bars, wrapped tight in her bleached white jacket. When no one is looking in her direction, she strains against the belts and when faced again, she falls down, feigning death, her eyes open and glazed, tongue pushed slightly past her lips.

Her tan develops horizontal lines, long bars across her shoulders and back, pale then dark, pale then dark, and depending on how she sleeps, the colors suddenly shift and cross over, creating a zigzag, a neutral plaid

which she screams over and runs into the walls until the white coats come to subdue her once more.

If they slap her, does she fall? If they say yes, does she still resist? Repeatedly, when the men come to pull the garbage from out the drain and pull the clumps of her hair out of the toilet bowl, she slides back into the room, gnawing on her tongue, quivering, carrying buckets of water and pouring them out on the floor

so that the men look up suddenly, hearing the slosh of water, and wondering who comes to moisten the floor

in the hopes that one day, the weight might fall through

and all the patients will enter the hell they have been waiting at the entrance of. That is what she tells the doctors later, that she is afraid of the doorways and wants to be covered by the firelight,

that raging heat which she has seen beckoning to her from around the corner but died down to a cold ash before she could stick her hands into the flame. All I want is my sanity, she tells the doctor and when he asks if she knows what that is, she says, It is when you eat a pear and bite through the core, revealing the small inchworm inside and the rotted brown flesh, but you do not care and bite again before swallowing.

And so her favorite jacket is made that much tighter.

All I want is Fifty-One Cents

I do not want fancy cars
I do not want a balloon
All I want is fifty-one cents
And time spent with you this afternoon
I do not want a pony ride
I do not want an ice cream cone
All I want is fifty-one cents
Perhaps you should leave me alone
I DO NOT WANT A LOLLIPOP
I DO NOT WANT TO COME
ALL I WANTED IS FIFTY-ONE CENTS
TO BUY US EACH A BUBBLE GUM
And a penny to flip,
To see who gets,
The best color.

All I Want Is Enough

I don’t expect or desire
An abundance of “stuff”
All I want is enough.

I want enough water
To quench my thirst,
Enough money to not worry
How I’ll pay my bills
Enough love to last
A lifetime
Enough joy to help
Cope with pain.

I want enough time
To see my kids grow
To play hide and seek
And say heck with the chores

I want enough mercy
For when I do wrong
Enough smiles to give one
To all that have none.

And come to think of it
Just consider a moment
How much more beautiful
The world would be
If everyone said,
“All I want is enough.”

All I want is…

All I want is your hand
To hold in my own
The warmth
I feel
Renews me,
Gives me strength
Until I can stand alone

All that I Want Is

To connect to Jesus
Clay to Potter
Branch to Vine
Chick to Hen
Sheep to Shepherd
Servant to Master
Student to Teacher
Daughter to Father
Sister to Brother
Friend to Friend
Lover to Lover
Bride to groom

Brian Hager - you touch me so deeply and I send you a co-poetic kiss. Best wishes!

All I Want Is What I Have
April 17


To feel your heartbeat in its nest
of pliant forming ribs and rest
against the weigh scale of my palm
and make my startled heart grow warm.
My pale skin flush with sudden fire
a yearning somewhat like desire
while inside a little voice
tells me change involves a choice.
I think of you for days and days
your wagging tail and tender gaze
yet know I’ve grown too tired for this
though spell-bound by your puppy kiss.
I’ve had of love my proper measure
a ton of work and tons of pleasure.

Hugh

All I want is a Phone Call

Just before you
go to bed,
telling me
everything is fine,
and yes, mom,
I took my medicine.

Then I’ll know
you’re safe
and sound
in mind and body
and I can sleep
in peace.

All I want is to know myself,
to know who I am, to know my place-
Where do I belong? Why am I here?
All I want is some answers,
for this emptiness to go away.
All I want is peace of mind,
and peace of soul.

All I Want Is That Baby

Little man, your skin
is showing. I see
you see. Your tough
old man’s jitter-
walk across difficult carpeting,
victory lap for this mostly childless
crowd—-how you defy us hopefuls,
our curious arms extended, choosing
the juicy smile of that mother of several
mothers. We watch her prop you ex-
pertly upon her knee. Miniature Macy’s
Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon,
your cheeks vinyl baubles the red
of the ravenous on cool evenings
such as this, when the fire is host
after the elaborate potluck, guests (calmly
melodramatic) seeking cushions
and a fool (one, at least) to sway
repercussions of food, of drink—
you step into your grown-
up swagger, fresh bottle in hand,
run, bowlegged cowboy drunk
on a blown week’s wage, lunge

for the open door, gateway to flimsy decking
thrust above a ravine of snarls and boulders,
smokestacks of thunderheads looming, backlit
by orange dusk—-running, now—oh so quick—-
oh our fault—-but already you don’t listen!—no,
I will never have children, small thieves of heart-
beats, princes, brats, tiny celebrities, running
for dangerous edges, to peril. Look! You re-
turn in triumph, with a pinecone
in your fingers, armed in the woman
with the permanently harrassed smile
who gathers your things, whisks you away.

I want you back, little man, your curls,
your new skin showing. I sip my after-
feast tea, listening to the fool manipulating
guitar strings, gazing at flushed flames,
rich canyon dark. I want you
to stay.

All I want is all I have

By Ian Phillips

All I want is all I have.
My children to remind me of my good parts.
A lover to patiently mop my ego.
The promise of tomorrow,
without the pain of yesterday.
A silent moment of recollection,
the holding back of a tear.
An acceptance of who I am
And not who I was,
All I want is all you have.

All I want is to have long, straight hair
Down my back just like Cher
All I want is to be thin and rich
Not so much they call me a bitch
All I want is an SUV
Really big but drives gas-free
All I want is my inheritance back
In my account, not lost in the cracks
All I want is to have a career
Instead of resurrecting again this year
All I want is time and space
Enough to slow down from this race
All I want is a cold root beer
Quiet afternoon, my dog right near
All I want is to glow after sex
Not thinking of what's coming next
All I want is to know for certain
What’s my purpose before it’s curtains
All I want is one best friend
Who’ll stand beside me until the end
All I want is to do my best
Love each moment, trust the rest

SHOUT OUTS:

Earl Parsons: Thank you! Me, too!

RJ Clarken: I hear you! I think you really captured the spirit. Closure and simplicity are so wonderful.

Letter2V: I really related to this because I'm an adjunct in a Creative Writing department at a middle school for the arts.

All I Want Is a Pet Lobster

Like Nerval, who walked little Thibault
in the gardens of the Palais-Royal on a long
blue ribbon and wrote, "All things feel!,"
I appreciate the lobster’s tranquility.
They don’t bark or whine, a positive
quality in a writer’s pet. Lobsters know
the sea’s secrets and predict the weather.
They pilgrimage to deep water just before
hurricanes begin to raze their coral homes.
Tucking single-file into each other’s slipstreams,
they help one another cover many miles in one day,
and return the same way to feed and mate
once the storms are done. "Honor in each
creature the spirit which moves it," wrote Nerval.
We think we are masters of the earth because
we are powerful. All I want is for us to see
life in all things, the generous crustaceans,
the patient stones and waters, all breathing.


The quotes should be italicized (rather than having quotation marks), but I can't do that here.

ALL I WANT IS...

...to strike the image of my father's
1972 Plymouth Satellite Wagon
from my memory.

As far as I'm concerned,
only one good thing
came out of that car.
Me, in one piece.
It was behind the wheel
of this Hunter Green tank
that I learned to drive.
(Okay, and it had a sweet
8-track tape player -
I know what you're thinking,
Dad was cutting edge!)

But the wagon was everything
a dedicated family man needed to:
... pick up lumber for his endless projects.
... transport the six of us kids EVERYWHERE.
... take my Mother shopping.
... get him to and from work daily.
... oh, yeah, be a potentially
deadly weapon when a Friday pay day
turned into an Inebriated Demolition Derby.

And that wagon was nothing
a know-it-all sixteen year old wanted
in the parking lot where
the girls could see it.
The Satellite was NOT a "chick magnet".
It did nothing for
my hormonally charged self-esteem.
But it did make me more "appealing"
to my mother's friends who had
shopping carts full of groceries,
and no way to transport them home.
I was always a "good" boy.
I was always their "white night".
"Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?"
I didn't think so.

"Don't tell my mother."

I was always letting those damn hormones open their big mouths!

All I want is Time

But don’t I have enough of that?
Isn’t it really that I want time
without anyone wanting any of it
from me?
without the need to trade time
for things
Even though I still want all of the things
and more?
If the universe was re-organized so that
each day had more of it,
would I hoard those extra hours?
And what would I do with them
that I am not doing now?
It’s true I do pretty much what I want.
I’m pretty good at saying ‘no’
and not answering the phone
or replying to messages
when I’m not in the mood.
Do I want the need to make these choices cease?
But then would I sit here alone all day without
anyone caring?
“I have time for you!”
I might shout
But would anyone have time to hear?

ALL I REALLY WANT TO DO IS GIGGLE
By: Hannah Bowles

It starts in your core
some where, emerges at
your throat gasping for
air. Leaves you rocking
back and forth, clutching
your cheeks for they hurt.
Causes you to spill your
drink on your shirt, and
sometimes a little pee will
squirt. Its those times when
you are supposed to be quiet
that you break into a holy o'
riot fit of laughter, coloring
your face with a red that no one
could master. The teacher will glare
but you really don't care, because after
all laughter is good for the soul, that's
what my Grammy told me. Not to mention it's
one of the only free things in life, so work
up a great belly laugh and rid yourself of strife.

All I Want Is To Touch

Your face
Your hand
Your heart
Your soul
The very depths of Love

All I want is to touch

The essence
The scent
The taste
The texture
Of life with you

All I want is my Children to be Happy


All I want is my children to be Happy
and to have peace
And to smile in adversity
And know that Love
Is there for Them
And that one day
The right person will Come along
To share their amazing
Fortunate Lives
And to be kind
And to be loving
And to be a friend
And to enjoy each Moment
Of their lives
That is all I really want
Oh and maybe a Grandbaby

(I think I'd like to try again)

All I want is to get it right

Chaos, Trickster, Murphy's Law.
I've read too many tales.
Give me a wish,
and my mind goes straight to what can go wrong.
So, I refuse to choose, not
and have my good will mocked.
Still.
It might be wise
to consider that Life can be
unpredictably
Good.

ALL I WANT IS THE BELL TO RING

With its sound comes breath,
a moment to remind me
that I am still here.

All I Want is Dancing Feet

By Therese Haberman

Wind in my face
Sun on my golden tresses
Colorful and sparkly dresses
With wild, dancing feet.

Covers on a cold morning
Coffee with some cream
Perchance, maybe a dream
To ignite my dancing feet.

Fields of shiny clover
Can you please come over?
What a day to meet
Fly free my dancing feet!

Attend to this Moment

For most of us there is only the unattended
moment, the moment in and out of time

T.S.Eliot

In the Paris train station the billboard clicks
another moment gone, great hammer bearers in
Piazza San Marco patiently ring the hours lost
as you are watching all but seeing nothing.
Look again with new eyes.
All I want is to attend to this moment,
attend to the light from the candle illuminating
your face, to the detail of the body.
All I want is in this moment, not then or when.
All I want is the coveted now.

All I want is (blank)

blank is the best thing in the world
blank is better than whatever you have
blank is what will make my world a better place
blank could save the human race
blank can finally make me feel

we all have a blank we want
and it won't do what we think it will

All I want are Irish Facts
By R. Chazz Chute

I hide in my basement because of stories like this,
only eight and ten days amiss.
Incompetent police run scary ground searches
hoping a faceless kidnapper stifles dark urges.
Psychics say little Tori will be okay
so they get a little media play today.
Parents pray and beg and plead
while we shrug and tend to our own little needs.
I’ve got an Irish memory, perfect for all bad news
and Irish facts are lies that should be true.
Here’s my fact, I hope it will become the case:
Tori will be back, found safe, free after a little chase,
a Disney ending with a happy family reunited,
perpetrators caught, punished and ignited.
Till then, there’s not much I can do,
maybe cancel the newspapers to improve my mood.
Will we ever know the end of Tori’s tale
once reporters lose interest, judge this tragedy stale?
All I want is vengeance and safety.
to face the world head on and bravely.
But I’ve got a little girl and a precious boy, too.
I know my Irish memory too often proves true.
If Tori were mine I’d be going insane,
angry and terrified and searching through pain
but there is no meaning and, so far, no Tori.
That’s the real evil of this true life story.
Regular fact, no Irish spin.
When the world’s this mean, where do we begin?

Day 17 All I Want Is

I really hope I sleep tonight,
perchance to dream or not.
A dreamless sleep is much deeper
especially when I'm so hot.

I'm going through the change of life,
they say it gets better.
Post menopausal zest will mean
that I will become much fitter.

There's a certain blessed freedom
in being past the years
when an unwanted pregnancy
was the very worst of my fears.

They tell me that when it's over
my brain cells will return
to the places where they started
and I will be able to learn.

But now that I am grey and old
I don't want a lover.
All I really desire is sleep,
beneath my favorite cover.

[I imagine today's offering will only make sense to readers of a certain age who remember the little ditty upon which it is based. So be it. I read the prompt. The Muse spoke. What can you do?]


All I Want For Christmas

What? Did the kid have abusive parents?
Or some bully on the street shaking him down?
Surely it wasn’t meth or malnutrition.
And what a tragic irony, losing teeth at Christmas.
I wonder if that presented a problem singing carols
Or saying the lines at the Christmas pageant.
They probably made him be a shepherd:
It wouldn’t do to have a Magus bearing incense
While lisping to Herod about following a star.

On the other hand, it was bonanza time
When the tooth fairy flew in. Tootherbell
Had to pay up on a two-fer,
Two quarters under the pillow.
That’s like ten Sugar Daddys,
Or five fudgesicles.

© 2009 Chuck Puckett
17 April 2009

All I want is this shyness gone
by Diana R. Wilson

Standing in the wash and spray, that
is the tide of human kind, I feel
obliterated. Transparent, I slip
through the masses, tipping my
face up, sunflower like, towards
their sun. Towards those flowing
around me in a flood. Those drones, all
of them. All of you! March along
various gangplanks, internally
important, externally oblivious.

It’s me. Gray as a seagull, or
salt-spray. My heart rattling within
my brittle driftwood ribs. My tongue
is too thick behind my teeth, locked
behind rusted lips. Prisoner to my
doubt. Sand-burned at the edge of this
warf, terrified of jumping in. This
is a beach party. This
should be fun, everyone
else wears smiles on
their sleeves.

I remember what happens when
I try to talk. When
I open my mouth, my strange
sound comes out, squeaky and
simpering. I can feel the frosted
eyes swivel to me. Size, weight,
judge, rate, categorize, convict
me in a single, slow blink. Even before
the brief exchange is over, my output
is tucked into a file.

I do not want to care about
this. I hate the scratching
fear, like crab legs skittering down
my spine. If only I were not me
and I could stretch up tall and
proud. Instead of dull, fish-picked
eyes, those looks would be filled
of azure interest glinting in the sun.

If only I were not this
shy girl. Stubbing my toe
on life. All I want is this
shyness gone.

All I want is to be able to discuss my characters
with lots of interested people
Those who are harassers of heroines
All I want is to be able to discuss my characters
Those marauders who get under the skin
Let me regale you with their tale
All I want is to be able to discuss my characters
With lots of interested people

“All I Want Is To Be Me”

All I want is to be able to embrace this moment
Freedom, that sense of everlasting light
To be someone I know that is hiding deep inside
Waiting for me to just open the skin
Open the eyes, open the hand
Here, take it and this moment
Drink too much, laugh too loud
Sing, dance, make love
Every afternoon, every hour
Until my voice and body shatters

All I want is to unleash that hidden face
For people to look upon a visage and gape
Because who knew that such a face was beneath mine?
The mouth, the chin, the nose
They are all the same
Yet so much more
Finally my own

All I Want

All I want
is to wake
in the morning
And stretch
comfortably
in my own mind
and own skin

All I want is _________

All I want is the freedom from debt
Try as I might, it ain't happened yet!

All I want is a good future for my son

When the sands of time bury my son's childhood
When he is deep in adulthood
Roaming the earth without me
Raising children of his own
All I want is for him to get a chance
To dream with a lovely life partner
of a good life
and to get that good life
whether they are rich or poor
to trust each other
to have enough to get by
on the wandering ship of relation
and the wandering ship of friend
to the hood of parent
I want them to have what they want
I want my son to not be alone
because he loves to be surrounded
by people
and to laugh
I want him to have all the Pokemon in the world
and all the sunny days
ending with sunset at the beach
in Newport, Rhode Island
Where his father
asked for me to spread his ashes
because it was on those beaches
he had the happiest times of his life.

All she wants is love
to find her she doesn't move
but waits immobile.

All I Want Is

a fistful of jacks and the willingness to scatter them in a jingle on the concrete in July under a laughing blue sky, the asphalt melting, fire hydrants open, and coins in my pocket for the ice cream man.

accept this one please...

All she wants is love
to find her sincerely
she waits immobile.

17

All I want is never to be 17 again,
to feel the fear, see the gun,
watch his eyes, know I'm done, I'm gone,
I'm dead. No, not again. Never 17.

YOU ALL ARE WONDERFUL AS ALWAYS, WRITE ON!

D.J.- Really vivid mental piicture,great texture!

J.B.- Thanks for the blessing, right back at you!

Carol Bachofner-"Knowing My Ancestors," was very zen, I enjoyed it very much, reminded me to do my yoga.

Rachel Green- "All I Want is Time," had a very matrix esche style to it really slowed down time to the moment. Nice one!

All I Want is a Playbook

That imperious order, “you must play by the rules”
Bombards our child brains, sinks into our youthful souls
With archaic rules failing to keep pace with contemporary life
Existing rules make us competitors
In seeking career fulfillment, peer approval and love

Not one person seems to be exempt
Celebrities and powerbrokers apologize for errors in judgment
Politicians present images their constituents expect
And must explain when they fail to do so
Everyone believes in the anonymous censor, a majority judgment

We self-restrict striving for an image of perfection
Fear of failure prevents us from trying
Knowing risks have become necessary for achievement
Effort overcomes changing environments, self imposed limits and burn-out
We bury our dreams to fulfill external expectations

No single rule applies to all situations and all individuals
We can never be the embodiment of human super-perfection
And in time learn to accept the rules that we can
Attempting to change the rules we cannot
Through negotiation or outright defiance

Winning at life requires prudent reasoning
Mistakes do happen and other people do notice
We begin again or make a mid-play correction
We need to follow through from that point
If there be rules, let the rules be appropriate to the situation

All I Want is Time



people scurrying about
each in a hurry to get to where they have to be
droplets of blood trickling through their veins
like the sands in an hour glass
a cronic disorder
a condition of competition
for which no prescription
could cure

deadlines pressing against their temples
they forget what they've come to do
And when the day is over they take the winding road home
sanction for only a brief moment
before they bow to the illusion of time
the only god they fear

The Read Steamroller

All I want
is a red
steam
roller to

roll over
that fucking
wheelbarrow

so I can frame
it and hang
it on
my wall

All I Want - A Birthday Poem

All I want
For my 30th Birthday
(which is today)
Is to put on a dress reminiscent of
Sophia Loren and Elizabeth Taylor
Sway my hips as I walk in
Really high heels
Let my hair down in voluptuous curls
Wear red lipstick and
Indulge in being a woman
For its own sake

The way they did back in
Mae West’s day when
Curves were coveted and
The sport of being
A woman
Was played by dames
Who made the rules
(And then some)

I understand
That there is a fine line between
Relishing in the exploits of being a woman
And being exploited as one
Especially in this era of
Sex sells everything and
Video vixens
That make me want to
Simultaneously
Shrink myself to conform
Yet, cover up my curves
In shame and scorn

But I’ve decided that
Going into my 30s
It’s more important than ever
To re-claim my womanhood
In all of its splendor
In spite of and
To spite
The misogynistic images I’m force-fed

A friend said it best when he said:
“Be the woman you want to be
Despite perceptions
Don’t worry about being seen as that woman
No matter what that means
Because you’re limiting your potential
As a woman when you do that”

So tonight,
I will do just what I described
For no other reason than because
It’s a vision that I defined
And the essence of who I am
Lies in my ability to be
A full-bodied and self-assured
WOMAN

That holds her head high
And does not apologize
For it.

All I want is...

A day off
A day in
A little fun
A little sin

ALL I WANT IS MY HAIR TO GROW BACK


You think me shallow because in a world
of things I should want I point to my head
and say I want my hair to grow back
You would expect me to say millions
of dollars or youth or Clark-Gable looks
or Methusaleh’s secret to very long life,
But I want the hair on my head to grow back.
It’s a simple request: to restart those follicles
that for years remain dormant or dead
beneath the surface of a pink skull
stubbled with fine white hairs you could count,
a white billiard ball smooth as a baby’s behind,
a head bald as a baseball concealed under a baseball cap.
All I want is my hair to grow back,
to wake up and see reflected in the bathroom mirror
a new man with a shock of thick hair––
the color doesn’t matter!––a new man with hair shoots,
like stalks of wheat come harvest time in Kansas,
a new man who can throw his hat away,
feel young again, live forever in the hairy moment,
feel richer than a king, stronger than Sampson
before Deliah snipped his––all I want is my hair
my hair my hair my hair my hair to miraculously
GROW BACK!

#

All I want is the sunshine

warmth on my face
making the flowers grow
a sign of summer to come
lifting the gloom of winter
watching a beautiful sunset

All I want is
more
More what
my mother asked her mother
who had dementia
Do you want more lunch
head shake no
More what
she asked again
I want more
Can you tell me
Yes
You want more what
I want more Rebel
Surprising
Rebel
my father
was deceased but
she did not know
had not been told
to save her the grief
in her lucid times
He was
as his name implied
a Rebel
but he loved her
my mother's mother
and she knew that
and wanted more
Now
along with my father
my mother's mother
and my mother
are also gone
And I want more.

All I Want is to Win Something

I see their names listed, and I picture how it goes,
The plain cardboard box being prepped for shipping,
The inspectors giving it one last, longing look before
it disappears into the bowels of the truck, hidden away
among the other boxes, similar in color, only the address
distinguishing them from their fellow travelers. I imagine
the trucks at the mail center, waltzing back and forth, a
perfect symphony of efficiency. I glimpse the postal worker
struggling to balance the box with the other mail, wrapped in
rubber bands so it does fall away like petals into water. Placed
on the doorstep, it now waits patiently, desiring to be opened,
expectant for the look of surprised delight and I know,
despite how many entries I submit, I will never see
something waiting for me, waiting for that look of joy
on my face. But that doesn’t stop me from trying.

All I Want is Value

My drawer held a pair
of size seven jeans
that would not go on
for three years
regardless of the jumping
and tugging
and sucking it in.

But you can’t throw away
seventy-five dollar jeans
so I kept them until
my treadmill
earned its keep
and blessed today
they fit.

In celebration
I went to the movies
paying eight-fifty for
a loving comedy
with pencil thin actresses
that would also fit
in these expensive jeans
and there was a gloating sort
of comfort in that.

Until in the darkness
a couple’s giggles
crossed the theater
and I looked to see
extra large lovers
snuggled side by side
overflowing
their chairs’ capacities

He gently licking
salty butter from her fingers
she noisily sucking pop
and then his cheek
both sinking low
into the flesh that they grew

And I suddenly lonely
in my size seven jeans
spent five more dollars
for a extra large bucket
salty popcorn spilling over
and all I want now
is for the butter to last
to the bottom

All I want is a Laptop

All I want is a laptop
so I can write night and day.
It would always be with me
even when I go away.

No, it's not a lap dog,
I have one of those.
A story can't be created
from a licker lying on my toes.

My 'puter is old and falling apart,
the novel I'm writing half done.
Contests to get one I never win,
I just want to write the big one!

With a laptop, I could go to the park
with my lap dog peaceful at my feet.
That novel would move ever so quickly.
I'd get published, won't that be neat?

All I Want is a House in the South of Spain



With thick shutters, to block out the
heat. Walls of concrete, or clay, three
feet thick. A terrace with a grape arbour,
tendrils of hair plastered damp to my
nape. Tinto rojo in a tall glass, aceitas
in a bowl. View of neighbouring hills,
and a drive to the market once a week.
Cafė con leche from the local bar, fresh
squeezed naranjas. Water from the town
fountain, clear and fresh, carried in a jug
back to my kitchen, where copper pots
hang from a beam and I cook arroz con
lentillas, carnes, serve queso con pan on
a large ceramic plate, fired in the tradition
of the artistas. Your hand on my leg after
supper. A window. A bed.

sorry, there's supposed to be italics in my poem above--all Spanish words should be italicized as the word "serve" especially gets lost between carnes and queso...

All I want is...

Before I met you
I made a list:
Always kind, genuine,
open minded,
vacuums, shovels,
knows how to fix things.
Sane, not full of himself,
kids ok, but only
if he is all of the above.
Doesn't have to sing,
doesn't have to dance,
green eyes would be nice.
Eclectic taste in music,
appreciates punk, jazz,
soul, r & b, rock n roll,
not a country fan.
Has good relationship
with his parents.
Has nice parents.
Makes me laugh,
deep inside where it counts.
Encourages me to do
what I want to do.
All I want is
what I have in you.

Lori Desrosiers

All I want at this moment...

Kids and family, school and work,
lots of things drive me berserk.
Ringing phones, salesmen at the door,
Great! spilled juice! Must scrub the floor.

Lots of laundry, there's another stain,
How did that happen? what a pain.
What's for dinner? Can we eat soon?
Mommy do you like my painting of the moon?

Time for homework, baths' before bed.
I'm so exhausted I almost feel dead.
But with hugs and cuddles I feel my bliss,
All I want at this moment is my child's kiss.

all i want is

all i want is not to
feel scared all the time
not to feel the black hole
which is in my guts and my heart
expanding slowly but surely
as i try to get through the day.

all i want is not to feel
a despair so huge i cannot name
it
every time i try to do something
i care about:
write
make love
teach
run
meet strangers
go to a party
talk to my in-laws.

all i want i say
is to feel safe most of the time
and not have to medicate
my way, talking cure my way
out of the latest crisis.

is that so much to ask?

April PAD Challenge
Linda Robertson
© April 17, 2009

ALL I WANT IS A ROOMFUL OF ROCKING CHAIRS

All I want is a roomful of rocking chairs –
some wooden,
some with padding,
others with high backs
and wide arms.

Rocking chairs
with overstuffed pillows
to comfort my back,
lace doilies
on which to rest my head.

Rocking chairs
with big curved gliders
so every movement is effortless.

All I want is a roomful of rocking chairs
to gently sway my granddaughter
into her sweet,
peaceful dreamland.

All I Want is to Experience the World

As much of it as can possibly be seen
in what I have left of a lifetime
This world that God created
in all it's beauty and bounty
The seas and the meadows
The mountains and the rivers
The falls and the puddles left by rain
All that God made without assistance from man
And all that God assisted man in creating
The skyscrapers and the landscapes
Towers of glass and castles of stone
Shells and trees and flowers and bees
Art in museum and art in the street
And let's not forget the greatest creations
Man, He created to take care of it!
I'd like to give them all a hug...
each and every one.

all i want is

all i want is not to
feel scared all the time
not to feel the black hole
which is in my guts and my heart
expanding slowly but surely
as i try to get through the day.

all i want is not to feel
a despair so huge i cannot name
it
every time i try to do something
i care about:
write
make love
teach
run
meet strangers
go to a party
talk to my in-laws.

all i want i say
is to feel safe most of the time
and not have to medicate
my way, talking cure my way
out of the latest crisis.

is that so much to ask?

ALL I WANT IS...

... to be a poet.

I would like to reach deep into my soul,
and gently re-arrange the heaped up feelings
and pent up frustrations that reside there,
and in doing so, use those same emotions
to touch the hearts and souls of others.

I want to be able to convey a sense of love,
or longing, or beauty
with nothing more than my blank page as my canvas
and my words as the most
fantastic medium I could ever imagine.

And I'd like my work to be read by my peers,
and be the provocation of thought,
or the springboard to other ideas.
I'd settle, very nicely thank you,
for the support and respect of those same "friends"

All I want is...hey, wait a minute.
I've got that right here!

Never mind!

All I want is happily live,
Wake up in the morning fresh,
Smiling to the sun’s knock at
Window pane; feel like going
To toil on plowing words, then
Throw them as a dice, afterwards
Collect them as a car so that
I could drive it. I need this,
Whether you love me or not.
If you are next to me supporting,
The way is passed easily indeed.
There is a sense in breathing,
Point in teasing, then, in living!

All I Want is the Muses Art
© Richard-Merlin Atwater April 17, 2009
All I want is to understand Calliope's eloquence,
That I might write an "Epic Poem" like Homer in a trance!

I want to know Euterpe's sound on flute or harpsichord,
Make "Lyric Poetry" come to life, and sing it to the Lord!

I want to feel Erato's love in poetry and in song,
Emotional, deep seated thought, of loved one's all day long.

I want to pine Polyhymnia, to do it in a hymn,
A sacred poem with oratory, and never make it dim.

All I want for history's sake is to know of Clio's time,
To put it in an Epic Poem: like 'Iliad and Odyssey' to rhyme.

And when I'm sad Melpomene's style will overcome my mood,
For tragedy surrounds us all, and leaves us feeling nude!

But ‘happy days’ do always come to spring us back to life,
When comedy of Thalia is found within my laughing wife!

While Terpsichore would have me dance, and chorale songs-- do sing:
From Bolshoi ballet, and Julliard-- around the circled ring.

And even on a starry night, astronomy---my look!
Urania would have me see the rings of Saturn's rook.

So if you’re thinking thoughts so deep as any poet should,
“The Muses life” inspires us all to follow ‘Robin Hood’!
Poet’s Note: In Greek mythology the nine patron goddesses of the arts (daughters of ZEUS and Mnemosyne---a Titan who personified memory)---They were:
Calliope (epic poetry and eloquence); Euterpe (music and lyric poetry); Erato (love poetry); Poyhymnia (oratory and sacred poetry); Clio (history); Melpomene (tragedy); Thalia (comedy); Terpsichore (choral song and dance); and Urania (astronomy)---Collectively they are referred to as the “Muses”.
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Footnote: On ‘Robin Hood’ herein is a ‘poetic license’ in reference to Robert Lee Brewer as the “King of Prompt’s” in control of Poetry ASIDES—“from the mind” from Writer’s Digest fame!
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Jane Beal, PhD, Professor of “Literature” at Wheaton College---our fellow poet on these prompts who inspired me to write this caption after reading her posted poem today on Calliope! Check out her post at--- www.sanctuarypoet.net
Salute---Sir Richard-Merlin Atwater, Esquire
www.3swanspublishers.com
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All I Want Is Major Healing

All I want is the end to our ailments,
as she stands screaming and says the pain is so
simple to her. I stand head pounding, in moods reeling. All I want is for it to stop, these complications. Long ago I lost sight of love, in face of tragedy. She hasn't grown to her full age yet, and I'm forever stuck in the mentality of adolescence. Days go by anyway, and people stare at us in judgment, our minds are missing but nor our limbs. Looking healthy, are wounds are beneath the surface. I wonder if it would be different if they could see. I know they hurt too, and try to reach out with a wrenched heart. For them, for her, for me, all I want is major healing.

by: Natasha Gruss

All I want is…
real Southern fried chicken
mashed potatoes and gravy
crunchy multilayered biscuits soft inside with sunny butter
green beans boiled to salty fervor with ham
black eyed peas with murky, thick tan pot liquor
red jello with fruit cocktail
perched on a tiny lettuce leaf
and peach pie a la mode
with luscious crust folded over the edge
and tart-sweet golden peaches
running to meet my tongue.

All I want is a Diet Coke

I love Diet Coke
I love the caffeine, the bubbles, and the artificial goodness of it all.

Wanting

Needing

A Diet Coke this early in the morning,
Makes this weird girl do strange things
Post a random jumble of nonsense and pretend it’s a poem
Admit that my brain worms love Diet Coke almost as much as I do
State that I am pretty sure…
Diet Coke will bring about the zombie apocalypse.
My senses tingle at the thought
A Diet Coke

Right here

Right now

Foamy mouth and glassy eyes
I CANNOT function like this!
All I want is a DIET COKE, DAMN IT!!!


~2
running to the store... brb

All I want is one perfect day

No work to go to.
No deadlines to meet.
No schedules to keep.
No reasons to cry.

A soft warm sun
caressing a gentle breeze.
My cat on my lap.
A book by my side.
Nowhere to go
and nothing to do
but just be me.

Gosh all kinds of lovely "wants" this morning. Special shout-out to

Hannah Bowles - "All I want to do is blog poetry" - I SO feel your pain! Thank you for putting the feeling into words :)

Marie-Elizabeth Mali - I like all your poems, but this one...a lobster! marvelous and amazing

to Earl Parsons - You said it "all".

All I Want Is

Running through a meadow
Wild flowers and tall grass
Swaying in the breeze
All I want is that one day

The dog nipping at my heels
My brothers and sisters
Calling out to me
All I want is that one day

Under the big oak tree
A picnic like no other
Simple and yet elegant
All I want is one day

Memories of years far gone
Mom and dad together
The family laughing and loving
All I want is one day

“All I want is men’s pajamas”
she said, looking longingly out the glass
to feel as if I’m normal, said she
not one of the upper class.

To walk around the fountain clear
dance slowly on an open pier
eat ice cream with him very near
kiss whom I want without a fear.

All I want is men’s pajamas
she said, blue striped of cotton made
to cut my hair and see the town
all my jewels I’d trade.

To walk around the fountain clear
dance slowly on an open pier
eat ice cream with him very near
kiss whom I want without a fear.

All I want is men’s pajamas
she said, in that lovely Dutch tone
no interviews or meetings, said she
I just want to be alone

To walk around the fountain clear
dance slowly on an open pier
eat ice cream with him very near
kiss whom I want without a fear.

All I want is men’s pajamas
she said, I’d wear them all my days
and never take them off for fear
I’d get lost in the haze

Of walking round the fountain clear
dancing slowly on an open pier
eating ice cream with him very near
kissing whom I want without a fear.

All I Want Is The Seventeenth Century

with its extravagant,
elaborate dress,
uncomfortable clothes,
the meta-physical poets,
my favorite Donne
and Andrew Marvell,—
Shakespeare too; royalty/
monarchy/absolutism:
religious refuge and witch-
craft all in a days work.

Final footnote on Calliope ('the Muse' of long winded eloquence): My "Epic Poem" of 1,004 lines is posted on Prompt Day 1 of "Origins" as the last post placed there last night 16 April

ALL I WANT IS ONE MORE

Dropped off your radar, got the shakes again
can't feel that bloodstream underneath my skin
won't watch the television stare back at me,
need just one more hit
and then i'll be free.

Lost my life somewhere in the heat and the sand
(someday this'll all make sense and they'll understand),
got this bag for twenty, this spike for ten,
don't have a compass,
just the shakes again.

Desert night rubs up on me like broken glass,
whispering what i want to come to pass;
in the rust-red rock of this dark empty land,
can't feel my bloodstream,
the heat, or the sand.

Shot up, closed my eyes, started to feel like me
(want one last hit, and then I know I'll be free).

All I Want is To Go Home Again

but conventional wisdom says
I can’t—like a chambered nautilus,
I have outgrown my previous dwellings.

Such is progress, they tell me—
perhaps I should be on the lookout for
a functional pair of ruby slippers instead.

All I Want Is Coffee
It is my wake up call
from a night
of sleepless slumber.

It is always near me
in the morning
as I read my e-mails.

It is what I need
to remind me
that I shouldn't
make it so strong.

All I Want is Land

All I want is land,
Not to own, for all the land I want
Rightfully belongs to the hawk and the sparrow,
The lion and the field mouse,
The dragon and the silly little lizard
Who paid a visit to my kitchen yesterday,
And the leviathan and the anchovy.

All I want is land beneath my feet,
And streams and lakes for a refreshing splash
On a sultry summer's day,
And flowers for me to paint,
Though I may not capture their true beauty
Which you must see for yourself.

All I want is land -
The snow-capped mountains,
The rocky mystical desert,
And the wild untamed sea,
And though I've only seen them in pictures,
That harshly wondrous ice to the north
And ice to the south.

All I want is to walk through Sherwood Forest
As Robin Hood and Maid Marian once did,
Or to someday swim in the sea of Galilee
Not only in awe of Jesus and St. Peter,
But also simply for the fun that any water shenanigans bring,
For play, too, can be sacred.

And all I want is to troop through the very hillsides
And paddle in the very streams
I first knew and loved long ago
As a seven-year-old Brownie Girl Scout.

All I want is land
Not to own,
But to cherish
And to have cherished
Forever.

(A homeless person's dream)

All I want is a home

All I want is a home. It's something I've never known.
I just want to have my own place, not to be a disgrace.
I want a place to call mine. I want a place I can dine.
I want a roof over my head, and to have my own bed.
It's all I want, is that too much to ask? Getting a
home is such a big task. :-(

09-0417

All I want is pancakes for breakfast
And sausage with a bit of the syrup
accidentally
on it.

All I want is pancakes for breakfast
And blueberries in them
bleeding purple
juice.

All I want is pancakes for breakfast
and a rose on the table
wafting that flower
scent.

All I want is pancakes for breakfast
and you sitting there
eating them
with me.

All I Want Is This

To be a true partner and friend.
To see us all live in peace.
To see the earth start to recover from us.
To leave behind many guitars.
To be a real musician.
To see more of this world.
To catch a fly ball at a Rangers game,
without missing a beat,
bare handed and casual,
whilst sipping an icy cold Rahr’s.
To have Cuban Crime of Passion
STOP running through my head.
That’s not asking too much,
is it?

All I Want Is To Find a Treasure

Stop at garage, jumble, or estate sales,
scout flea market aisles,
dig through chipped architectural salvage,
old frames and baseball cards,
sift through Depression ware, yellowware,
carnival glass and splatterware,
plates, ecru linen, and jadeite dishes.
purple sun glass bottles and faded quilts,
rusted tools, weathered garden sculptures
McCoy pottery, silverware and candlesticks.
Purchase requirement—
I fall in love.

all I want is to play

a shadow falls across Abigail's face
the skull on her brow brightens
in expectation
her mouth fades away
only one eye
bright and gleaming
allows my will
to wander

play with me, will you?
okay
I can do this too

I turn her brow to stone
brittle cracked
till the skull desiccates
and falls to the ground

Abigail frowns
needs to speak
commands the shadow to retreat

I've won.

All I Want is a Change of Heart

If my heart ever gives out
Would you do the honor,
Be a donor?
Yours without a doubt
Is boundless and devout

With your permission,
A millimeter section
Of tissue so delicate,
A will to replicate
Inside a petri dish
Labeled for this Tish—

A cultivated bloom,
Harvested heart
Ne're to ever part
Once fitted in the waiting room—

All I Want

All I want is to be left alone –
Don’t interrupt my evening meal.
Keep all the beggars off my phone;
all I want is to be left alone.
I hardly ever leave my home,
so spare me the shady timeshare spiel.
All I want is to be left alone –
Don’t interrupt my evening meal.

All I Want

The nameless grebe sighs
And mildly wakes the shutters--
The Dream feels cool air on it's face
And expands like a bladder,
As the populace starkly observes
The ritual movements of young girls
And Wisdom, that toothless wolf,
Drinking Spring's delight, holding the cup
Delicately with both feathered hands--
The Sun rues the irretrievable shadows
And the swollen streams burn
Screaming with fullness--
O Jakob!
The Angel is stirring.

Richard,
Only a man man with Merlin in his name could pen the magic of "EVERYTHING GOOD". I know the Christian in me thanks you deeply, and Him even more for injecting you and Marie into my life at this right time. If it doesn't reflect in my craft now, both of your influences will help bring it around. Thank you again!

Correction: per Robert's prompt rule, my poem should be titled, "All I Want Is To Be Left Alone".

All I Want is a Bigger Penis
(Thank you Spam Mail & trying out a ‘Found’ Poem)

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All I want is a Garden

All I want is a Garden
To dig my fingers in
And feel the dirt beneath them
Cool and wet upon my skin
All I want is a garden
To till and toil over
And let my sweat and inspiration
fall like sweet rain upon clover
All I want is a garden
To pray and fuss about-
When I see my labor’s first blossom
I’ll squander all my doubt.
All I want is a garden
To strengthen belief that when
Things seem most likely that they cannot-
That is precisely, when they can.

All I want is sunshine,
soft and warm on my
shoulder, lighting me
from the outside in.

All I want is sunshine,
bright and golden on my
face, igniting me
from the outside in.

All I want is you,
soft, bright, warm, golden,
lighting me
from the outside in.

All I want is my kids

Is it too much to ask?
I just want my boys to come home.
I want them to live here forever.

I want to hold them and
I want them to need me.

I beleive this is too much to ask.
They now have their own lives.
Their own tasks to accomplish.

All I want now is to allow my boys
to have their own lives but...
to need me,
sometimes!

All I want

is you and me
the baby
a cool blue day
autumn trees
warming fire
and an endless supply
of kisses
Hershey's
without gaining a pound

plus
health
long life and
laughter

Donald R. Anderson
All I Want is a Million Laptops

All I want is a million people
on a million laptops
typing, clicking, putting out
that positive expression
to create the revolution of ideas.
All I want is a war of words
to combat all physical wars.
All I want is a tentative proposal
for a Department of Peace
that was suggested
to make it to fruition into law
so that we are represented
for our taxes
and no longer just stooges
to serve an oppressive regime
(though not as bad as many others).
All I want is
people to look at things
in proper perspective
and note hypocrisy
that needs correcting
in our policies and behavior,
and to set positive example,
and to make a stand
for what is right and ethical.
All I want
is for a miracle
of people who weren't fed up before
to finally be motivated
to speak out
despite the depression that surrounds us.

ALL I WANT IS A MOMENT

your hands
locked in mine
feeling my heartbeat
rise at the tingling
of your breath
on my skin
all i want
is to be with you.

All I Want Is To Be Warm

All I want is to be warm
to sit in the sun like a lizard
or a cat, too content to move.

To wake to sunshine instead of rain,
a day that does not require
a coat, umbrella, or boots.

To move through time
flouting the laws of this dimension
like masked revelers with open containers.

To be back in November
warm and in bed, to build that tent
again, stronger than before.

To move forward naked,
unmasked and honest, warm
and at home in this body, alone.

Hmmm...disappeared again!


All I Want is time…

to see the sunsets not yet set
to read the poems not read yet

to publish my words in a book
to wonder at the time it took

to stay again at Ocean Isle
to walk the sand in barefoot style

to count the endless grains of sand
to circumnavigate Newfoundland

to fly around the world again
to see the Middle East and then

to sift through pictures, reminisce
to say I’ve had a life like this

to count my decades on all fingers
to know in old age love still lingers

to live to ninety and
to know I still have many years
to go.


Carol A. Stephen
April 17, 2009
PAD Challenge Poem

All I Want

All I want is time to read a book.
Lounge in pj's or nothing at all.
Track a poem to its source,
and let it breathe. Release it
to the wild things of head and heart.

(Day 17) April 17, 2009


All I want is to write a book
-----------------------------

All I want is to read a book.
A fiction book.
A children's book.
I'm not out to change the world.
Just entertain the ones in it.

All I want is to have a chance.
Take a stab.
Have people read.
My fiction stories are not so bad.
Did Stephen King have to plead?

This was a difficult challenge for me today--so I really half-assed it. Hopefully one day it will evolve into something fabulous!

All I Want Is Feathery Feelings, April 17th, 2009

All I want is feathery feelings
The kind that come from butterfly kisses
Or faces full of jam
Little dimply hands that touch your lips
And then shyly go back to their own

Feathery feelings come mainly from babes
But also from innocents throughout
Those that are gifted and those that are special
Also from lovely persons I meet on the way
Persons who look on all with love and joy

Feathery comes from those who, fearing not
Are not ashamed to be a Polyanna
A person to stand out with kindness
Not afraid to be called names by those
Who are not as brave and not as kind

Feathery as a little ones ballet dress
All ready for a first recital with pretty shoes
As apple blossoms upon the trees of fruit
Soon to be full of the tasty goodness of fall
And oh so many other sights and sounds

The best of feathery feelings is what comes
To the heart of all who are not blind to see them
A pitter patter, a fluttering of joy
A fluttering of heart and soul for the whole world
To see and for the world to rejoice with in love

"All I Want"

To be with my family
To not worry
where the money
will come from.
To feel secure
Not worrying
the baby will
be sick or worse
Or that we will
end up destitute
poor
and uncared for.

All I Want Is the Perfect Agent
By Diana J. Baker


All I want… well, maybe not entirely all… but certainly an important part of all…
Is the perfect agent to help me become the published writer I desire to become.
An agent who is well equipped and knowledgeable… and willing, excited, and dedicated
To opening doors for me and the words I have penned.

Someone who will gladly read what I have diligently written;
Who will recognize that I have poured countless hours into creative thought,
And have written for days and days and edited for hours and hours
To complete the best manuscripts I could possibly create.

Someone who is willing to give careful time an attention
To every minute detail of everything I have written,
And who will honestly point out my weaknesses and strengths
And will advise me in how to improve each poem, story, article, and book.

Someone with the knowledge and expertise to answer my questions;
Who can direct me in where to send each manuscript;
Who can show me how to present myself and my writing in the best possible way;
And who will encourage me and cheer me on in the waiting process.

Yes, I know this is quite a tall order and perhaps only wishful thinking,
Since there are countless other great writers with these same needs and desires.
But maybe, just maybe, one day this desire of my heart will be granted
And my “all I want is the perfect agent” will become a reality.

“All I want is to matter”

I want the world to somehow notice me
Like the tallest oak tree
I don’t want to sit quiet and wait
For life to happen
I want to live it now
I want to grow and give
Like the deepest river
I want someone to matter to me
I want to shine
Like the sun and the moon
I want to be more than I am now
Leave my mark on the earth somehow
Be a footprint in history

All I Want Is To Take This Poem for a Walk

I’ve tried night after night to write
this poem, let it sit on my chest,
nuzzle my neck, infest my dreams,
send me sick of it to the bathroom,
head over the toilet, the poem
holding my hair, and still, nothing
seems right. I’m done with it.
I want to put it away. I want
to take it to the work site, where men
wear hard hats and laugh at the poem,
throw fruit from lunch boxes, chunks
of mortar, half-eaten tuna fish sandwiches,
down to the waterfront, the hobo yard,
the soup kitchen where schizophrenics
curse me, call me Son, Calyou,
Sam Ham, pat my back
and say, It’s okay, until
the poem has finally had enough,
wrenches free, refusing to be held,
breaks loose from the page,
throws off the orthodox notebook
and runs screaming, naked
out the door, into the day
shouting, Why have you forsaken me,
transforming everything it touches.

( all I want )

***
all I want
***

I have.

this longing
for Eve’s
childhood.

All I want by Lynn Potter

The warm air, the birds chirp
the breeze moves through my hair,
a place of solitude.

The brook flows with melodic sound,
peace surrounds me.

Can I touch her, embrace her,
make her my own?

In this world of confusion,
uncertainty, and hectic living,

Peace… come to me like a river,
all I want is You.

All I want

To say to hell with
equations
calculations
accounting
finance and
supply
chain
crap

Move on to real education
A seven story bonfire
With nymphs dancing 'round
Muses dragging their poets
To workshops with
Authors who know it; who
do nothing else

A giant magical eraser
To backspace my student loans

All I Want Is a Book

to show me how to piece
this telescope together,
or perhaps a different book
to show me how to read
these directions packaged
from Italy.
The sooner the better,
because as each day goes,
your spirit grows more distant
in the heavens, invisible
to my naked eyes.

“All I Want is a Good Prequel”

Why?
Why must this world be so cruel?
Even with some epic duals
George Lucas still ruined
A franchise so fluid.
He took everything I loved
And crushed it with his pen;
His ink seeped in
And destroyed movies so grand.

I can’t believe I was excited
When I heard the news.
I can’t believe I wanted
These prequels to brew.

Only his stubbornness
Could have caused this pain.
With characters like Maul and Qui-Gon
I figured a great trilogy
Wasn’t too far gone.
But no, Mr. Lucas had other plans.
He thought he would write the script
And direct it too.
He didn’t seem to notice
The monstrosity that came through.

Well, sure there were some positives,
Like a wicked three person dual.
And sure Obi-Wan was sweet,
Throughout the trilogy,
And while the Pod-Race was awesome,
The good couldn’t make up
For all the awful parts:
Jar-Jar Binks;
Anakin Stinks;
Padme cries;
Darth Maul dies;
George can’t direct;
No tie intercepts;
Mace’s bad fall;
The Jedi’s downfall;
No sets required;
Much to be desired;
Boba’s young days;
Anakin’s screaming ways;
Shmi’s beaten body;
Padme’s whiny folly;
Grievous’s last fight;
Yoda’s lack of sight;
Droids having conversation;
Gungans’ poor representation;
Vader hardly seen;
Anakin not too keen;
CGI galore;
The Senate’s a bore;
Anakin’s turn;
Padme’s concern;
Disgusting love affairs;
Third trilogy beware.

He ruined a world which I loved
And I fear a good prequel
Is never to become.

All I Want is World Peace


All I want is World Peace,
Not only in the Middle East.
The fighting that is taking place
Is nothing but a true disgrace.
All across the U S A,
Banners, posters on display;
Teabag tricks and anti-gays.
People never cease to amaze
With lack of love and disrespect,
Ill will so intent to infect
Children who are born color blind
Who need no one to twist their minds.
Holy men promoting war…
Is this what your god has asked you for?
To pillage, kill, rape and burn
Innocents you don’t discern;
Ethnic cleansing you deploy
Armies made of brainwashed boys.
Pirates taking ships at sea
Coming from a rogue country;
Where just to have a different name
Is cause to incite and inflame.
Walls on borders, guns in schools?
What a lot of silly fools;
Is it so hard to get along?
Always finding blame and wrong?
Your fellow man is just like you;
He too is someone who
Was born with a clean slate
Until he was taught to hate.
Words are words and only meant
To let one helpless poet vent;
All I want is World Peace.
This war and bloodshed needs to cease.

All I Want Is... You


I close my eyes and feel your lips

I reach out my hands and hear your voice

Memories linger like

Tenuous, beads of crystal dew on

Silk-strand cobwebs.

Our love is the concentric ripples

Of pebbles lobbed into a pond

Each grain of sand shimmering

In the sun on a halcyon day is

A precious, moment we have shared,

Basking in Forever.

My love for you is infinite as the horizon

My wishes, hopes, and dreams

Are sunbeams swirling and darting

Amidst spun sugar clouds in

The aquamarine reflections in the sea

You are all my tomorrows.

All I want is you.

Penny Henderson - all i want is more books...wonderful! i couldn't agree more.

All I Want

All I want
I could have lived without
Had the television set
And a fleet of advertisements
Not told me
I was missing it.

CLA

All I Want Is Just One Moment

All I want is just one moment
of being
heartbreakingly
stunningly
jaw droppingly
gorgeous

I want that moment
when all my drinks
are free
and men veer off
the road into
shrubs and curbs
just for me

I want that moment
when all the guys
wear drool bibs
and preen and
fight to wow
me with the size
of their cribs

I want that moment
when all the boys
vie to buy me
diamond rings
and I am on the
A-lists of both
plumbers and kings

All I want is just one moment
in a place
where no one shuts
a door in my face

all i want is...
to be able to read every poem, every day on this site!
i am in mourning every day for the lack of time...THANK YOU, all of you, for sharing your hearts - and such amazing words. You inspire me!

All I want is a Bunch of Bananas

Gemini rising, bipolar stars crossed the heavens
Over this debutant drop-out in jeans, dressed to the sevens
Because the nines are too expensive to maintain.
In a bunch of bananas, I’m the plantain
Trying real hard, but short of the mold
Making polite conversation but being too bold.
I’ve got my Cat Stevens soul in the back pocket
of my paint-stained black dress slacks; and a locket
made from the silver spoon given to me at birth,
inscribed: “whatever way the wind blows, brings mirth”
The crone works within the body of the mother
Having left behind the maiden, completely, for another
memory of lifetimes past, as the Christian authority
drums his fingers in annoyed passivity.
“This skin does not fit me,” I complain, “or maybe not the times”
So I pack my bag and wait for time machines and more accepting climes.

All I want is to not want things
that are pointless or painful to want
especially given how much I possess
that I thought I’d wanted, and do, but look
at how little I’ve done with it, and at
the feasts at hand I’ve not yet fully savored
so why my fool heart still covets more crumbs
of unearned idolatry, unsolicited joys,
and unconditional connections -- I want
such senseless cravings to cease.
…………………………………………………… And yet
all that I do not want to become
stays my hands from straying toward
the things that are not mine, no matter
the depth of my damnation -- these days
through which I dogpaddle past
the siren serenade of desires I cannot shed,
gasping instead of grasping

All I want is to not want things
that are pointless or painful to want
especially given how much I possess
that I thought I’d wanted, and do, but look
at how little I’ve done with it, and at
the feasts at hand I’ve not yet fully savored
so why my fool heart still covets more crumbs
of unearned idolatry, unsolicited joys,
and unconditional connections -- I want
such senseless cravings to cease.
…………………………………………………… And yet
all that I do not want to become
stays my hands from straying toward
the things that are not mine, no matter
the depth of my damnation -- these days
through which I dogpaddle past
the siren serenades and the hollow gifts,
‘til my self-churned waves cast me upon
the shore of a story with a happy ending,
one in which I don’t find myself wanting.

All I Want Is An Exciting Life

All I want is an exciting life,
not one that is full of strife.

I want adventure and fun,
spending hours in the sun.

I want to go to the ocean,
watch the waves in motion.

Excitement is what I crave,
for once I refuse to behave.

Scott Owens: All I Want Is To Take This Poem for a Walk
Wonderful! "refusing to be held..."

Blue

The sun aches
In the azure sky.
Beneath it the hills
Are aquamarine
I feel the color blue
Coming out of the sockets
Of the world,
Shouting on the horizon.


All I Want Is Sleep

The fish lip the water.
The sky is blue.
Each ache I feel
Is a little different than the last.
I want to stop,
I want to rest.
My life is spilling
Out of my hands.
All I want is sleep--

Whoops, belay that last comment. (That's what I get for "Selecting All" from my working draft rather than the finished part.) Trying again...

All I Want Is Not To Want

All I want is not to want things
that are pointless or painful to want
especially given how much I possess
that I thought I’d wanted, and do, but look
at how little I’ve done with it, and at
the feasts at hand I’ve not yet fully savored
so why my fool heart still covets more crumbs
of unearned idolatry, unsolicited joys,
and unconditional connections -- I want
such senseless cravings to cease.
…………………………………………………… And yet
all that I do not want to become
stays my hands from straying toward
the things that are not mine, no matter
the depth of my damnation -- these days
through which I dogpaddle past
the siren serenades and the hollow gifts,
‘til my self-churned waves cast me upon
the shore of a story with a happy ending,
one in which I don’t find myself wanting.

All I want is to be left alone
In the void of insanity
In the chasm of despair
Far from that light of hope
that ray of deceptive optimism
That semblance of goodness
Tearing my reality to shreds

All I Want is to be Outdoors

All I want is to be outdoors.
To smell the ocean and chase the waves
To hear the sea gulls cry their refrain
Fish off the jetty near the sea lion caves.
Climb to the top of Bridal Veil Falls
Pack a picnic and walk the trails.
Catch the osprey in his lofty flight
Watch him feed his young on the craggy heights.
Dig for clams at the next low tide,
Bake them in coals along the oceanside.

All I Want is to be Outdoors

All I want is to be outdoors.
To smell the ocean and chase the waves
To hear the sea gulls cry their refrain
Fish off the jetty near the sea lion caves.
Climb to the top of Bridal Veil Falls
Pack a picnic and walk the trails.
Catch the osprey in his lofty flight
Watch him feed his young on the craggy heights.
Dig for clams at the next low tide,
Bake them in coals along the oceanside.

Lonesomeness

All I want is to be left alone
In the void of insanity
In the chasm of despair
Far from that light of hope
That ray of deceptive optimism
That semblance of goodness
Tearing my reality to shreds

Indydave

All I Want is Peace

All I want is peace;
Peace within myself
To not feel so alone.

All I want is peace;
Peace within myself
To not feel so angry when somebody crosses me.

All I want is peace;
Peace within myself
To not feel bitter over little things.

All I want is peace;
Peace within myself
To be satisfied with all that I am blessed with.

All I want is peace…

I’ll get back to y’all later (or even tomorrow morning) with something a little more profound but for now…


All I Want Is A Long Cold Beer

Eight and a half hours in the car
Including three short breaks
Crazy truck drivers
Mad Frenchmen
Don’t even get me started on the Portuguese!
Queues at the toll gates
Never the right change
Motorway restaurant food
Finally my destination…
… one and a half hours in Barcelona’s rush hour traffic
Half an hour more to park
And the charge by the minute!!!!
Humping luggage from the car to the apartment
I’m worn ragged
Frazzled round the edges
So right now
All I want is
A long cold beer
(or two!)


Iain

ALL I WANT…

…is a DeLorean!

All I want is a DeLorean,
A stainless steel dream,
With doors that swung up from the roof,
The coolest car I had seen.
Her lines were sleek and stylish,
It cuts a handsome swatch,
And I would try to catch the eye
Of anyone who would watch.
I’d find a lonely stretch of road
and stage it at one end,
I’ll take that baby, make it fly,
It’d piss off all my friends.
And as this vehicle starts to move,
I’ll be feeling rather great,
But, then I’ll notice the MPH’s
Were climbing up on eighty-eight.
So as panic sets in, I’ll be thinking,
I’m an idiot…no, I’m a jerk,
What the hell is the “space-time continuum”?
And how’s a “flux capacitor” work?
I guess it won’t matter, I’ll be traversing time,
I’ll be heading straight back to my past.
My “time circuit” setting’s for ’74,
I just hope that I’ll have enough “gas”.
Now I’ll be finding myself in my old backyard,
feeling more ballsy than Custer.
ditching the DeLorean behind my house,
setting off with my seventy-two Duster.
The color, a genteel, soft Baby Blue
with significant patches of primer,
when I get my first car back to the future,
I’ll drive around, one happy rhymer.
I say don’t be concerned for that stainless steel dream,
Don’t make it the cause for your banter.
Because if you knew my mom back in ’74,
She’ll prob’ly use it as a planter.

I Have All I Want...

and all I want now
is for my mother to tell me how
it felt when she became
my mother
to tell me how the world will now become
a new place to explore through a girl's eyes
a magical realm of horses and plum-polished nails
and strange words in books
I want my mother's friends
to roll their eyes every time the granddaughter pictures come out
I want my mother to
spoil her with dresses and kisses
take her to tea
fill her head with mountain trail stories
and incompatible aspirations
All I want is for my mother
to hear this joy
and tell me she remembers

"All I Want Is Now"

What could be more perfect
than this everymoment
sunlight
painiting
rainbows on the wall

Your sleepy smile
as you lift back the sheets

Coffee can wait

(c) m.u.

PAD prompt All I Want Is ____________

all I want

is some time
for myself

not abandoned
like an unwanted child
nor marooned
like Crusoe
not exiled
like Napoleon
shunned
like a leper
just left alone

without your needs
or his or hers
or theirs
for a little while

All I Want is to Stop Wanting

To slide beneath the cool dark surface,
leaving behind black waves pounding
my head.

To sleep underneath red fleece blankets,
calming urgent radio signals buzzing
my nervous system.

To disconnect the copper wires and plugs,
draining the battery life the supports
my diaphragm.

To step away from this dim, dilapidated room,
dancing in golden light, not stubbing
my toes.

all I want is to be free

you think
that you are so splendid
but I have another opinion
I don’t want to continue this relationship
let’s end it



Bozena Intrator

All I Want is a Simple Solution


and you offer me:

N = R* x fp x ne x fl x fi x fc x L

in an attempt to quantify the uncertainties of our existence
with a string of variables.

Thusly:

If N is the number of times you have wanted to call me
and R* is the average rate of calls made in our city
and fp is the fraction of those calls that have been made to me
and ne is the average number of calls that you have made to me
that have had the potential to change my life
and fl is the fraction of the above that have lasted longer than sixty seconds
and fi is the fraction of the above that have gone on to develop intelligently
and fc is the fraction of civilized intelligent conversations that have developed
a capacity to release detectible signs of a potential to actually say what we mean
and L is the length of time such a civilized conversation might go on until one
or the other of us gets bored, or interrupted by call waiting, or loses the signal --

then you have made this more complicated than it ought to be.

ALL I WANT IS TO BE IN THE GARDEN

After the appointment, we drive away in silence.
You worry for what your future might still be.
I give thanks for medicine through my sadness.
At the school, I watch your blond head disappear
into the sea of young teens passing between classes.
All I want is to go home to my garden
where I pull away last season’s debris,
push aside the dry broken leaves
and crumbling spent stalks, make way
for the tender green of new life.
My fingers curl around a clump of dirt,
squeeze as if I can revive any seeds sleeping there.
If only parenthood were this simple,
my hands brushing away your brokenness,
my fingers extracting illness from your body,
and my love salve enough
to make you thrive always.

All I want is nothing,

but maybe a sunbeam meteor,
a hawk drifting on an updraft,
ebony chocolat noir 70% cocoa,
a decanted cabernet sauvignon,
the scent of freshly cut lavender,
a frothy double shot cappuccino,
Bruce, Pearl Jam, U2, Vivaldi,
a slow kiss that lingers, tongues
entwined, smelling and tasting
each other’s something melting
dreams of dandelion wishes
into

All I Want is a Shout Out to my poem.. lol... no seriously (ahem),

All I Want is the World

All I want is the world. Is that so much to ask?
...golden comfort, cash to spare, a diamond studded flask...
All I want is freedom, to do whatever I please
...work an hour, sleep for two, adorn myself with cheese
All I want is glory, to be praised for what I do
...write a novel, change a diaper, freshly scrub the loo
All I want is everything, and every pleasure too
...but BLISS! I have discovered, that all I need is You.

“All I want is World Peace” By: Melinda Elmore

Looking at the world
Torn from violence and war

What will become
Of our soldiers of war

They show courage
They show faith
When the ultimate sacrifice
Is what they face

The war continues
It never ends

A mother’s cries
From deep within

A father’s grief
Never ends

What’s the answer
To all our sins?

Stop all violence
Stop all wars

All nations
Join together
For World Peace
Is at our door

By: Melinda Elmore

Dear Moosehead,
All I want is to forget
last night’s debacle. What a
nightmare… tonight has to be
better! I don’t really care what
those crazy women in your family
do. I don’t even really care how
those cursed Mets get on. All I want
is for the Yankees to win the World
Series this year.
Meet me there at seven.

Yours ever hopeful

Ringo the Howler

very nice Kathleen... hugs. Nothing worse than a child with sickness... my heart is stirred by your poem

I altered the title requirement a little in order to accommodate my first attempt at a rondeau. Here it is:

Two Birds in a Bush

All I want is two birds in a bush
fussing and chirping when there’s nothing much
stirring in the heart’s dry core—
no waves lapping or clouds’ shifting lore.
All I want

is passion’s arousal or conflict’s stiff push
toward old tangled woods and orchards lush
with sweet and sour fruits whose juices store
all I want.

Or what I knew before your touch
awakened in my garden such a furious rush
of wings and mesh of stalks and leaves, more
glinting light and shadow, honey bees galore.
The lilt of breeze and dragonflies can hush
all I want.

Steve King, All I want is to stop wanting, is SO brilliant.

all i want is...

what i need
to get by in the remaining
time allotted
when i figure out the specifics
we'll both know
but the list if you insist
would include just that:
time
to read all those unread books
to write those unwritten poems
to find a lost lover
and maybe some cash for food and shelter

...to read, write and love

My poem in memory of our beloved Harry Kalas, Voice of the Phillies, was posted earlier. I should add that football fans may remember Harry also as the voice of NFL Films. He did some work for the NBA on occasion as well.

All I Want is Freedom

All I want is work to do,
and the strength and the will to do it,
the work of my own hands and mind,
not what someone else tells me
is important.

I want to ride outside
from dawn to deep blue dusk
as colors leach toward gray.
I want to write at night
in a pool of candlelight
by a blazing fire.

I want to sink into your arms
exhausted and exhilerated,
free to do it all again
tomorrow and tomorrow
and for all the days
we have left before us.

That's exhilarated, in case you're wondering! :)

All I Want Is To Win Today's Mega Million

a house for my daughter and her husband
baby on the way makes three
they could both stay home
financially worry free
to raise their little family

sock away a nest egg
the next generation needs care
along with the old folks
come on it's only fair
there will be plenty to spare

time to go a traveling pack up
Quiet Vinnie and Cody the dog
We would live like Gyprsies
Visit Ireland or a British fog
be wild tourists all agog

i would certainly quit my day job
follow each of my passions
write paint picture take
create some trendy fashions
there would be no more rations

there would be lots of good deeds
like giving some money away
for now though I am dreaming
give my imagination it's way
and just let me have today.


Poem by Vanessa V. Kilmer © April 17, 2009

"Rub a Dub Lamp"

All I want is to be
good,
kind,
and thoughtful.
That’s three wishes.
Too bad I don’t have the lamp.

Too much wanting for just one poem....

ALL I WANT IS TO SEE

the blue oak leafing out again
this spring, its limbs reaching into sky

with last year’s hawk nest
coming alive again with wings,

and wild turkeys leading their chicks
down to creekbed, and

a young buck pausing to watch us
like intruders, but giving

us leave to stay, if only
for another season.


ALL I WANT

is to breathe light in and out
like sky

find a poem
under every rock

a vision
in the great blue heron lifting

walk out of my name
and the shape of my shadow

Here's a correction to my rondeau posted a few minutes ago. It makes more sense of the third stanza.

Two Birds in a Bush

All I want is two birds in a bush
fussing and chirping when there’s nothing much
stirring in the heart’s dry core—
no waves lapping or clouds’ shifting lore.
All I want

is passion’s arousal or conflict’s stiff push
toward old tangled woods and orchards lush
with sweet and sour fruits whose juices store
all I want.

Or what I thought I’d want when your touch
awakened in my garden such a furious rush
of wings and mesh of stalks and leaves, more
glinting light and shadow, honey bees galore.
The lilt of breeze and dragonflies can hush
all I want.

All I Want is to Run

Pound the black paved drum with my two rubber mallets
Heal-toe, heal-toe, heal-toe
Rhythm in sync with my breathing machine
Two steps-in, two steps-out, two steps-in

all i want is me,
and even that can wait.
the stuff i have or ever could
is not worth love nor hate.

all i want is me
and one day, it'll come.
or maybe not, and why'd i care
when the making's so much fun?

all i want is me.
i hope you feel the same because
there's nothing i could ever wish for,
nothing i could name

that ever could or ever would
be perfect like i will.
i am all i ever need,
there's nothing to fulfil.

All I want is to tear off these socks & shoes!

Damned cold mornings
Lie to you about the rest of the day
Forcing you cover them up wholly
Not even making it through lunch
Before wanting to tear them all off –
Those Friday-casual socks and shoes

All I Want…

All I want is for him to be there, sitting next to me on the living room chair
All I want is for him to be able to hold me, in those beautiful arms that every day I see
All I want is for him to look into my eye; his mesmerize gaze just melts me inside
All I want is for him to kiss me, such soft lips; my God I could just image this
All I want is for him to smile; he brightens my day with his seductive charm
All I want is for him to…

All I Want are Directions

All I want are directions
To bypass the blight of menopause.
The hot and cold. The endless reflections.
All I want are directions
To escape these vacillating affections.
Just show me the way because
All I want are directions
To bypass the blight of menopause

 All I Want is Time

All I want is time
More then I have now
Life commits the ultimate crime
Steals the ultimate cash cow

All I want is time
time to live
Time to write my rhyme’s
Time to give

It seems there is so much
That we give to others
Commitment, responsibility and such
With so little to give to one another

What of Responsibility
It’s so overrated,
yet it must be
Certainly outdated

All I want is time
Time to be with you
Time that is all mine
To choose what I want to do

As our live’s slowly ebb by
the great minds seek way to live longer
Though many of them never know why
They just fight to make our body’s stronger
In an effort to defy
Mother Nature’s plan
While at the same time seeking to understand
If they were to succeed
The time I would receive
The world would find a way to impede
From responsibility there is no reprieve

All I want is time
all the while watching as life takes mine
As my days grow ever shorter
I helplessly participate
Though, I don’t fight if, I give no quarter
I just watch and wait. . .

©Ralph J. Fitcher, April 17, 2009, “All I want ... “ Poem.

All I want is a white
couch, white enough
to make dizzy, a white

that looks hard but hints
at down feathers and a
suffocating softness
and blank, blank—
not even the faint tint
of gesso,

not canvas, which has potential.

This is a couch where
nothing happens or will
happen, nothing
but the loss of everything

All I Want is a Hook

"See this hook on the back of my neck."
This was your stock answer when asked
where something was; a pair of shoes,
a jumper left somewhere on the stairs.

This hook held all the missing things,
those items scattered round the house
that moved themselves, wandered off
and hid under beds or behind the fridge

They were attracted to you and attached
themselves as you hurried past, your eyes
scanning the kitchen horizon for scissors
mislaid when someone wrapped a present.

Once you produced the black sequined top
I wore six years ago at an all night party
and tucked behind a sofa. It found its way
to you across three county lines and time.

As you lay there, I could not retrieve enough
to make you real again. You were quiet, still,
festooned in wires and tubes as if they too
were misplaced items drawn here to you.

I searched your face to know where you were,
where I was now; all I heard was your voice,
yelling up the stairs to a younger me,
"See this bloody hook on the back of my neck."

All I want is to dream

As wander here and there
Strolling happily without a care
The sky is blue above
I can hear the coo of a dove
The stream ripples by
How I wish I could fly
What a treat it would be
Oh look what I see
The trees are far below
high above the sun does glow
I'm soaring through the air
Smiling without a care
The view starts to shake
I dont' want to be awake
Changing at an alarming pace
to the view of my sleeping place
Making me want to scream
ALL I WANT TO DO IS DREAM

Prompt: All I Want is.....

All I want is that mouse to die

He has been eating the food that I set out for my dog

Stupid dog, will not kill the mouse

Wish I had a cat

Stupid dog lets it eat his food

I think they are friends

I go to the store, they have built better mousetraps

At least that is what the shelves say

So many options but what will work

What can I buy that will get the mouse and not my dog

Not poison, no, the dog will find the poisoned mouse and eat it

It would eat a poison mouse for sure, stupid dog

So a trap then, but I can see him now running around the house

Yelping with a trap on his nose, stupid dog

Glue? Stick little mouse feet to a pad of glue

Could work, should work, but then the dog

His face glued down with the mouse side by side

Little black eye staring into large brown one

Live traps, little cages, but then what?

Release him out into the wild or the neighbor’s yard

Throw it into some water the package reads

I have visions of little bubbles escaping a cute pink nose

Time to buy a cat.

All I want is an Esalen hot bath

To soak in the heat
smell the sulfur and pine
and look out to the
rushing waves
against the rocks.
So I can dream my dreams
and compose poems in a quiet mind.

Britney’s Litany

All I want is
Velcro strapped
Hands clapped
Lover at the door

All I want is
Diamonds on the finger
Observers that linger
Paparazzi tripped on the floor

All I want is
Everything mine
Sugar and wine
Give me all the more

All I want is
A gold toilet for my rear
Ritz crackers and Gruyère
My boyfriend’s such a bore

All I want is
Another party to shake breasts at
Another girl to kiss who isn’t fat
A day like today, come tomorrow

All I want is a Beer

Not that I'm supposed to have alcohol. Not that it ever stopped me before.
But things have changed.
The old med made me lose words. I could not stand that.
They would be back there, those words, somewhere, in corners.
Recognizable when heard or seen, but in hiding.
I worked around that for a while and no one noticed, because I was good with synonyms, and with rephrasing myself in mid-sentence.
It had the effect of one striving for precision.
But that grew old.
I changed my style and asked for help.
Knowing the right word, the only one that would work,
I would ask for it.
I would give the definition, and some times the first letter or last.
And sometimes where it fit in the dictionary.
And I could give you the shape of the word,
Make a sentence with a hole to plug the right one into.
A hole in the sentence and tears of frustration.
When there were too many holes and too many tears,
Although I was well-controlled on my old med,
The golden goal,
They put me on this new one
Which doesn't hide my words
But makes anything with bubbles taste like pewter.

Nope...still not getting it

All I want


Is to strut up the street out front
Not have people stare
Always eyeing my outfit
Wondering the cost

I’d like a little privacy
Close a curtain, shut the blinds
Remove my painted smile
Look inside for once

Instead of always out
I’d like a soft place to sit
A nimble kitten purring beside
A book to read

A watch to set
A place to go when I’m tired
My joints are stiff
Could use some exercise

Like to stretch my fingers
Scratch my head and
Wonder
If all I want will ever live

Until then I’ll stand tall
There is no alternative
A pole is there; You Know Where
Said the storefront mannequin

I must be hitting a prolific streak - here's my second prompt response of the day. This is a form I just made up, I think - not even sure what to call it. It's basically iambic rhyming couplets, but each line increases by one syllable, from 8 to 13, and then back down again. It was fun, but I'm not sure if it was wholly successful. Anyway:

All I Want Is the Ants to Go Away

Where I spilt the ginger ale,
is the end of their marching trail.
Into the kitchen they like to swarm
each spring as soon as the weather gets warm.
I don’t dare leave a cookie crumb on the floor
or I’ll get more ants than I ever bargained for.
Sometimes I combat them myself with aerosol spray;
sometimes an exterminator makes them go away.
I really don’t mean to be inhuman or cruel,
but “no ants in the house” is always my rule.
So if you are black and less than inch
and have six legs, don’t get in a pinch.
Run from my house, or you will be
damned by my ant-ipathy.

Hmm. Scanned it again. Maybe it's not so iambic after all.

Robert, I love your poem for today! Thanks for sharing it.

All I Want is All I Want
By Stephanie Miller

All I want is a clean, quiet corner to call my own
And the love of a woman with a good strong back
And shelter from storm, wind and sun
And a soft, smooth bed with crisp white sheets
And a simple meal of crusty bread, soft cheese and a sweet pink apple

All I want is few good books
And the light to read by
And a friend to listen
And a comfortable place for us to sit

All I want is enough water to drink
And an aspirin, and a bandaid
And a few matches to start a fire
And a deep bathtub to soak off the dirt

All I want is warm, wool coat
A pair of sturdy shoes
And thick leather gloves lined with white wool
And a homemade scarf around my neck

All I want is a picture of my momma
And a phone to call her
And a mailbox to get letters addressed only to me

All I want is to walk among you
And to stand up straight
And have someone besides a doctor or policeman ask my name
And to be proud to say it
That is all I want

All I Want Is Enlightenment

I'd kill
For a chance to be enlightened
To be able to turn around
And walk away
From all the losers, jerks and morons
Yeah, shed all that heavy ego
I'd be so cool
I could walk amongst the stars
Hang out with all the other
Ascended beings
Soaking up all that brilliance
And giving them just a bit of mine
They would love me
Just love me
I know it
I can already feel myself
Shuttling off my mortal coil
I know
I'm amazing
Better than Buddha
Cooler than Christ
More than Mohammed
I don't want any followers, though
Couldn't deal
With all that extra responsibility
Being enlightened
It's hard work
You know?
No, of course you don't

“All I want is to play outside!”

“Climb me,” called the bark of the flowered tree.
“I’ve made a seat just for you.”
Pink and white blossoms grazed her head,
silken petals trying to lure her.
“I don’t know about this,” she whispered,
torn between logic and lust.
“You’re so high and I’m so small.”
Her fingers rubbed the bark,
discovering its bumps and imperfections.
“What do you have to lose? I’m just a seat,” it teased.
Her leg answered, lifting itself
into the crevice of the trunk.
Birds sang a sweet melody.
“Sing with us, sing with us!” they cried.
The rest of her body gave into temptation,
hoisting her qualms and insecurities into the air
as she joined the birds and flowers.
The tree wrapped its branches around her,
holding her as she disappeared into a trance.
Springtime warmth covered the girl’s body as she smiled.
“Good work,” said the breeze to the tree.
“We get them every time,” the tree laughed as
the breeze grew into a gust
and knocked the girl to the ground.
“Climb me…”

All I Want is a Career

Truly, I want a career
Something I’m good at
Something I love
Something I’m passionate about.

I want to teach
To be a teacher
To mold young minds
And help them realize the path
They should be dreaming for
And realizing
With each passing moment.

It’s interesting to say that you want something
When truly
The way to say it
Is that you need something.

I need a career
So I can shape myself
Into something more than I am
And remember all that I ever was
Yet have grown to be.

I need some structure
Something that stays the same
Without constant upheaval.

A career provides these things
Encompasses these things
Allows for these things.

All I want is a career.

All I want is…
Simple
Sweet love
From a baby’s breath
From my lover’s rush
To be with me
Adoring puppy eyes
And butterflies
Cardinal wings and
Nature sings
A tune from before
We walked this earth
And dew sits
On my fevered brow
As I lie with you
Plain and simple
Sweet love
From a stranger’s smile
From a grateful glance
A strange hello
In a lonely land
A summer star
A ragtime band
Uncomplicated
Natural and free
Sweet love
The Holy Spirit
That lives in me and graces me
With liberty
To be who and what
I was created to be
Love
To give to live
To be to do
All I want
Simple
Sweet love
In you I am
In me you
Love

All I want is to let go


Unclench the sweaty fist,
let wilted daisy drop
among the petals: Loves me. Not.
Throw down the sword,
confess I’d rather
stand atop the refuse heap,
waving surrender.

Day 17 PAD
prompt

“All I want is ______

Once it was easy things;
Now, all I want gone is my
bunion and the pain it brings.

It seems a simple request
and to have it granted
Would be the best!

Carole

"All I want is a hammer"

a hammer,
both woman and man,

a head for destruction
but with restraining claw

humping holes into drywall
or calmly stabilizing studs

our books and buildings recall
that keystones are masculine, but

for every bulging tool handing out screws,
I want a marriage of genders, a hammer

All I Want is a Vacation

Spring break:
Drive to Monterey
For the Next Generation
Jazz Festival,
Watch a performance and
Competition,
Drive to LA,
Check out UCLA
And USC,
Fit in two music
Lessons each day,
Drive to Fresno,
Just in time for the
Team dinner,
Eat breakfast, pack,
Check out,
Watch the final
Game of the
Baseball tournament,
Drive home,
Pick up the dog,
Drop off son at his
Friend’s house,
Have lunch with the
Older son’s girlfriend;

The filing is piling up,
The mail left unopened,
Clothes wait to be folded
On top of the washer,
There are dishes to be
Loaded from breakfast,
The newspapers need
Recycling,
Did I water the plants?

The carpet could use
Another vacuuming,
I noticed some dust
Accumulating on the
Picture frames in the
Hallway,
The kids need to shelve
Their books or the
Pisa-like tower is sure
To fall over soon,

Hundreds of emails
Need to be deleted from
My computer and phone,
Calls need to be made,
Volunteer work demanding,
Forms for the field trip
Must be filled and sent back,

3 baseball games,
3 baseball practices,
1 missed rehearsal,
1 lesson,
2 concerts,
2 band competitions,
this week;

husband packing for a trip,
better pick up the cleaning,
doctor’s appointment,
jury duty,
meals to be made,
shopping to be done,
more laundry;

drop offs,
pick ups,
don’t forget your instrument,
are the glasses ready yet?
do you have your baseball socks?

But you aren’t working
Full time,
Why do You need
A vacation?

All I Want is to Silence Sartre and Thoreau

A life I want, frittered away
in detail, confusing play
with love; love with eternity.
Confusing facile enmity
held in many smile’s display

for trust, believing right of way
of heart trumps any dossier.
Becalmed without fraternity.
A life I want:

God in your eyes. The Milky Way.
Grave and glorious disarray
of masks unveiled, pure amity.
No soul inured. An open soiree
of one beloved, swept away.
A life, I want.

All I Want To Be Is...

(C) Richard-Merlin Atwater April 17, 2009

All I want to be is America's greatest living poet,
And one who doesn't know it,
So I can be as humble as a "Bumble Bee".
And not a member of "The Dead Poet's Society".

To write the feelings of my heart,
Right from the very start,
And lift "the world" beyond the drudgery,
Of all its' commonality, of what used to be.

To lend a helping hand to all my fellowmen,
By useage of the flaming pen,
And beat "the swords" to plough-shares,
And "spears" to pruning hooks of useful wares.

All I want to do is write, then sing to you,
Of love, and tapestry of everything that's new,
For inspirations call, to lift you when you fall,
And make a brighter day, in everything I say; my call---

To be a servant true of "the Master" and "His ways",
For bright and sunny days; another phase
Of knowing what to do, and who to be,
In charity, humility, and righteousness; you see

All I want to be is God's earthly living poet.

All I Want is a Multi-purpose Poem

Two days after income tax day and I need some chicken noodle soup

either that or a hug from everyone in the group

For seventeen days I’ve been writing poetry

sitting around underneath the flowering plum tree

I think I have bats in the belfry for taking this on

The Salamander Sisters to the art festival have gone

They entered in a contest to jump rope in a group

while singing the song loopity loop

They’re sipping some organic tea

and singing to a wench who looks like me

(ugly woman)

She and her lover have joined a book club

they each brought a book and some Dutch Treat grub

She wore diamond earrings

and tigers on pins for bling blings

The cow jumped over the moon was the name of the book

they’ve read the prefix – it is about a paragon of virtue who was a crook.
Now they are finished with dinner and the book
This week's duties I did not shirk.

All I Want is IS

So when a friend asks of another
How is he, they say "He is."
And when I ask the doctor
"Is it gone," he says "It is."
And when my brother asks
"Is that boy working?"
I can say "He is."
And when my wife is asked
By nosy neighbors "Is your
daughter happy in her marriage?"
She can say, "She is."
And when I'm asked if I am happy
In my marriage, I can say
"She is."

All I Want is to be Carefree like Schoolboys on Bikes

Look how they hop off
and let them fall--they don't

kickstand them or lean them or
lock them up.

They are young and on
April vacation, pit stopping

at gas stations to fill up
their pockets with sweets,

then it's back on the road
that belongs to them--look how

they ride and wheelie
in the middle.

They take chances.
They ride with no hands.

They look back at pretty girls
hanging out in front yards.

They dart in front of cars, believing
death won't catch them.


(Because of this prompt, I keep singing the start of Leona Naess' song "All I Want" -- All I want is the king of stone that's got me sprung and then thrown...")

All I Want Is You

Here I am in April sunshine
heedlessly downing the Veuve Cliquot
I am drinking too much because we are
no longer young and madly in love—

(It’s the madly part I always miss.)
I shouldn’t cry, it would alarm our guests.
Our friend Donna, recently engaged—
reveling in new domesticity—

has by the mixing and sifting of ingredients
made us a pineapple upside down cake.
With each sugary and acid bite I know
My life with you is all I ever asked.

There really is nothing more I want—
Youth is a stupid thing to grieve.
For as long as we can be together
I will be happy with this life.

All I Want is to Cancel the Flight


What was I thinking?
Oh.... I was not.

Unpack my bags
Tear up my ticket
Cancel the limo

I don't want to get on and screech,

What was I thinking
I want to get off!

Keep my money
Toss my passport
Send me home

All I want is to cancel the flight

Marcia McLees Bogaert
04/17/09

"All I want is health"

All I want is
nothing more,
nothing less
than to move
without thinking
than to be
without blinking
than to do
without sinking.

All I Want Is You

Here I am in April sunshine
heedlessly downing the Veuve Cliquot
I am drinking too much because we are
no longer young and madly in love—

(It’s the madly part I always miss.)
I shouldn’t cry, it would alarm our guests.
Our friend Donna, recently engaged—
reveling in new domesticity—

has by the mixing and sifting of ingredients
made us a pineapple upside down cake.
With each sugary and acid bite I know
My life with you is all I ever asked.

There really is nothing more I want—
Youth is a stupid thing to grieve.
For as long as we can be together
I will be happy with this life.

A Simple Wish

All I want
Is for heaven to be
Real
So I can stop
Worrying
About how
Short
Life is.

All I Want

is a glass of water,
or maybe a bottle of Southern Comfort —
yes, let's say a bottle of Southern Comfort,
one we can pass back and forth,
wiping the top before taking a swig,
and a bench by the sea,
say that bench down on Prospect Ave
that overlooks the pelicans
cliff-diving as the light fades,
catching a last few fish
before swooping back up
to their bony nests,
and perhaps a book —
not to read, but to sit between us,
not talked about,
a reason to have gotten together,
to have met on this bench —
oh yes,
and you,
holding the bottle,
not dead,
sitting beside me.

Theresa Cavicchio

I love your poem. I've never heard of Harry the K. I'm a West Coast girl, orginally and now live out of country. But I know the feeling of that familiar voice and being in touch with a broadcaster's personal sense of humor. Dave Niehaus is the Voice of the Mariners and can't imagine ever listening to a game when I am in Seattle and not being able to hear him go "MY, OH, MY" at a great base hit or a home run.

You should send this to a local paper.

Rest in peace, Harry.

ALL I WANT IS TO GO TO THE PIRATES GAME
By: Nikki Markle

Wish I was in the 'burgh
To see Jack Flash
Turn a double play to
Freddy and watch Nate
Round the bases.
To watch that crazy parrot
Shoot t-shirts out of a cannon,
See the pirate ship battle
On the Jumbotron, and
Laugh at a pierogie race.
To eat my weight
In Quaker Steak wings and
Get my Doumit bobble head.
To wear black and gold and
“Be familee” again.

ALL I WANT IS TO BE “THAT GIRL”
BY: NIKKI MARKLE

All I want is to be “that girl.”
You know the one,
A tall and beautiful size 2,
34C’s that defy gravity and
More curves than a Shelby Mustang.
Long, perfect hair immune to frizz and
A face that never needs a speck of makeup.
Closets full of clothes that fit and
Always has just the right thing for every occasion.
Nice to kids, spray animals, and old people.
Gives to charity and is always on time.
Smart, stunning, and with a steady cash flow.
I want to be the girl everyone wants to be.

All I wanted

When I was a little girl
all I wanted was a horse,
but we lived in San Francisco,
in a rundown third-story flat.
So my mother bought me a white rat
with beady bright red eyes.
She said, 'You can call him Silver
and pretend to ride him around,
with a fancy tooled leather saddle,
and chaps the color of dawn."
I tried to explain it wasn't the same,
that she had failed sorely.
But now I see her true gift to me
was a vivid imagination.

“All I Want is Working Parts”

For these hands to have bendable
fingers, unswollen joints, knees

with the proper fluid, toes
that don’t piggy out one another,

eyes able to find a speck on the horizon
and know from a functioning imagination

the speck is a pink-winged pelican
inbound from Coronado’s Olympus,

for sunsets to rise up in apricot
orchards of light and waves to ebb

into continuations of magic, sonatas
of sound in working ears at daylight

and dusk: buzz of mosquitoes, the bite
and the bead of a bloodspeck on skin.

ALL I WANT IS A SUPERPOWER

Reading minds,
Racing trains,
Seeing through walls, and
Saving the day!

Time travel,
Teleporting,
Telekinesis;
Any ol’ superpower would do!

All I Want is A Good Old Peace March

So they came to me all fired up, with that look in their eyes
That I remember so well, that I haven’t seen in mine for years
And their words spilled out on top of each other as they fair
Bubbled over with excitement as they contemplated this new idea
They had – well they weren’t quite that naive – they knew it wasn’t
Really brand new but they also knew it hadn’t been done on a large
Scale for some time and they think they’ve figured
out a way to do it big
And when they said big, they meant huge – they said,
we want to march
For Peace, oh and Non-Violence too, if we’re going to do it
– let’s do it

So we put the kettle on and some of us opened wine or beer,
and I settled
Back and started listening, then started reading
their material; then
After a very short while, I picked up my phone
and called a few close friends
Told them they better get on over to my house,
the peace train was about
To run again and we needed to get on board I thought,
but I wanted more
Than just a second opinion, I wanted a third,
a fourth and more, if you please
And I don’t think I imagined it, the ripple of excitement
I heard, just behind
The first “mmmhmms?” that were definitely tinged
with years of scepticism
Bred of cynicism and age, in my view,
perfectly understandable, having come
From there myself – however, when I started tossing
out numbers and names
Of some of those, already signed on,
there were these little pockets of silence
And then, inevitably, the acquiesces -
the agreeing to come over for just a bit;
In less than thirty minutes, even those that lived
the furthest away, had arrived.

As is true of many a fine idea, this one was simple at its core
A World March for Peace and Non-Violence, that would
kick off in New Zealand
On the anniversary of Ghandi’s birth, October 2 –
and after wending its way
From and continent to continent, and country to country
– the march would end
On January 2, at the base of the Andes Mountains in Argentina
When I asked how many people would actually march all those places,
They told me, it would be a symbolic core group
of between 20 and 100 people
Then, one of them took out his laptop and showed me the map
With all the countries signed on and explained how marches
Will take place along the way every single day
Of the three months between October and January
Every day, somewhere in the world, sometimes more than one place
There will be a march or a sporting event
Or a country fair or the opening of an art gallery
And each time one of these things happens,
it will be done in the name of this march
Then, he showed me their newsletters and more people
already endorsing the march
Admittedly, I was impressed – it’s not every day
you see the Dalai Lama,and the President of Chile,
Yoko Ono and Desmond Tutu
Cheek by jowl with Viggo Mortensen, Art Garfunkel and Amnesty International...

So - obvious question – what do you need with me
– it seems this is going well
Well indeed, they nodded, but not so much
in this part of our country
Besides, we’ve heard stories about – back in the day
My friends are exchanging knowing looks a few chuckles
I wonder who’s sold me out; decide it might’ve been my kids
Anyway, they continue, we don’t want to be left behind,
we want to mobilize, do our part, you know?
Of course I know – remember well, living
at the other end of this country
And travelling to New York at times to march,
although Toronto wasn’t bad for protests
In the 60’s and 70’s and it looks like it’s going to be holding
its own again this go round
But, I agree, there is no reason the capital city of this fair province cannot lead the way
For the west – not B.C. of course – they probably know more about parades then the rest of us
Put together – but for the prairies to the mountains –
we will pull it together
We will overcome, whatever there is to overcome, and we will march in the name of peace
Ahh – and I thought being a grandma was going to be exciting
...who knew this other was coming?

All I Want is One More Tea Party

Each of us should have one more chance
to talk to our loved ones after they die.
It doesn’t seem too much to ask---
just one more talk, maybe over tea.

I’d ask Mom what she saw when her eyes
widened with wonder before they finally closed.
I’d ask if she knows how much we miss her
and does she watch over us every day?

I’d ask Grandma Lane if she knew her ring
fit me perfectly without resizing
and if she approved of having her 5th husband’s urn
buried with her in the grave next to her 4th husband.

I’d ask Grandma Nix if she was proud
of the way her family honored her at her funeral
and did she get to hook up with Grandpa again
and to tell me once more how to make biscuits like hers.

I’d ask Diana if she knows I’m her sister
even though she didn’t live long enough
to know me on earth. And I’d ask
if she and Mom hang out together now.

Let’s get this tea party started.

All I want is a quiet life
To be able to sit at a cafe
Alone
To read a book
To be invisible
To just be a watcher as the world goes by
Not all the time
But sometimes
I’m happy when I come home and no one has called
I don’t want demands on my time
I want my actions to be of my own choosing and mine
Alone
A quiet life is all I want

ALL I WANT IS A MOTHER (PAD April 17, 2009 - All I Want Is ........)


All I want is a mother
I know I am lucky as can be
to have a father and brother
I know it's selfish of me
to cry and complain
Telling everyone who will listen
of my heartache and pain
I know it's wrong to whine
But I want a mother whose mine

I cannot see
why it should be
such a bother
for me to have a mother
as well as a father
Everyone usually has one
at least, I think
So why do I feel undone
Why am I missing a link

It would fulfill my hearts desire
if only a mother I could acquire
To want one isn't so bizarre
Could anyone spare
a mother for me to share
Doesn't anyone care
I promise, I swear
there isn't much I require
but for a mother I aspire

A mother isn't a lot to ask
Not really such a big task
I've been pretty good
Done all my chores
just like I should
Oh I know I can be a pain
but just the same
I'll plead once again
hear my plaintive refrain

"All I Want is You and You and All of You"

Today
I have been thinking
of you and you and all of you
who have made my life into what it is.
Who have written the book
the chapters and pages,
precisely as they are.
And now,
as I think
of you and you and all of you,
I feel deserted.
I feel as though this book
has been shoved upon a shelf
gathering dust.
Pick me up! Dust me off!
I need you
and you
and all of you -
to see your faces,
to hear your words,
to have you with me.
I want each chapter to swirl around me
madly,
breathe the life into me
that was taken from me,
when you and you and all of you
went your ways
to draw your pictures
and write your words
upon the pages of another book.

All I Want To Be is Happy

For once in my life, all I want to be is happy,
As my sadness overcomes me like a wave,
When things go the way I want them to be,
Not by others, as I'll cut those puppet strings.

Tired of being jerked around, like a sad marionette,
My independence is way and long past overdue,
As an adult, there's an adventure waiting for me now,
Though I can't spread my wings and fly at home too.

What really would make my day are to achieve my own dreams,
Like a balloon, they float to the sky and to the heavens,
And if anyone busted my bubbles, they break and pop at the seams,
For I should be on my own accord to experience freedom.

To drive in my own car and live on my own in peace and quiet,
To find someone who wants me for who I am in appreciation,
I'll go the distance, above and beyond, to make it all happen,
My own way to achieve a best-seller novel and have liberation.

Prompt: All I want…
Day 17;
April 17, 2009

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All I want is to …

by Faye E. Arcand


stop wishing time away.
Time that can
never
be recaptured.

It’s
not lived or enjoyed
merely
tolerated for being.

It should be embraced as
precious
because
a dream could’ve come true.

[I'm posting again because I don't think it went through the first time.]

All I want is an Esalen hot bath

Oh, to soak in the heat
smell the sulfur and pine
and look out to the
rushing waves against the rocks.
So I can dream my dreams
and compose poems
in a quiet mind.

All I Want Is Peace

Peace of mind
Peace within the family
Peace around the world

God grant me long life
So that I may see that peace
And praise Thy Name!

That’s All I Want

All I want are signs of spring,
flowering pear, daffodils ringed
around the rocks on my front lawn
when I awake to greet the dawn.
I want to see green growing things.

To spy a robin on the wing,
to watch a tiny spider swing
and weave her web, to glimpse a fawn
.....that’s all I want.

I want to shed the cold and fling
off winter like a coat and sing
a song, for I have undergone
a change of heart, and I am drawn
into a world that April brings
.....that’s all I want.

Abdication

All I want is a fairy god-secretary
to wave her magic wand
and say “Papers, be gone!”
and lo, my desk is clear
files filed, papers graded,
grunt work done.

All I want is a fairy god-groomer
to remove unwanted hair (even there)
to paint my nails Sweet-Pea Pink
dye my roots, airbrush my body,
sculpt off that extra twenty,
and say, “Don’t you look pretty!”

All I want fairy god-therapy
to make me utter No
to crappy commitments
ambivalent relationships
and chocolate chip
cookie dough.

O.K., so I keep the ice cream
after all
there's no need to be fanatical.

All I want is a beach house

All I want is a house on the beach
sand in my bed at night
shells arranged in a bowl
resting quietly on the living room table

This is my beach house now -
torn pages from magazines
overflowing from a folder
and tucked away on a shelf

The ocean beckons my man and me
to sit on the evening sand
smelling sea air
ruffling our hair
listening to the waves surge
in and out on the night shore

All I want is a house on the beach
The ocean beckons my man and me

ALL I WANT IS A PAIR OF WINGS

I wish that I could hover ‘round the roses like the bees.
They put their earthbound relatives behind them with such ease
and sail past shade and shadow on the merest breath of breeze.
I have a small petition for my birthday, if you please:
A pair of wings to flee the earth and live among the trees.

“All I want is the cessation of desire.”


And the poem would end
there if the claim weren’t bullshit.

Why does a guitar string
quiver like that when you pluck it--

rushing to and fro so fast
that it makes a sound?

Surcease is not something I want
as I want deep closeness,

or if not that then sex,
or if not that then ice cream.

The caesura is what I’ll get,
certain as air in living lungs;

and yes, the peace will be nice,
but since there is no doubt,

there can be no want. Thus,
while I’m here, all I want is

all.



DA

All that I want
Isn't really for me.
I want it for others
and for my family.
So they can pay their bills
in this tough economy
to be free from all ills and
feeling sure, of their security.

Considering how my life is now
and how it used to be,
There's nothing that I need or want,
to feel happy; safe and free.
Yet we know, life can be cut short.
All we want, cannot be bought.
We may have enough, but then have nought:
So!! As this is merely fantasy
All I want, after all, is really for me!
I know! I want to win the Lottery!

All I want is a decent night’s sleep

What I think this means is a decent amount
Of uninterrupted sleep. But what exactly
would that be?--maybe 6 hours (heaven),
8 hours (be still my racing heart), how about
10 hours (HEY, I’m not a teenager, I doubt
I could sleep that long even with a sleeping pill).
But seriously,
There are some nights that I re-evaluate
The two normally docile, quiet dogs
We own “for security” and other purposes
That wake me with barking at two am
At just plain nothing, then wake me again
As they scratch the door for an outing
At four am, and then wake me for good
By jumping on the bed asking for breakfast
At 6:30 am. All I want sometimes
Is a loaded 45 under my pillow.

Lyn Sedwick

PAM WINTERS, Your Pillowcase Poem deserves some recognition. I really like it.

LETTER2V, Yours was very short but very good. Sometimes it doesn't take much to get the point across. I love it.

CHRISTINE KEPHART, love your poem.

SANDY SENAY-ELLEFSON, those are great imgages. Grea poem.

CARA, ruby slippers. I really liked this. Wonderful poetry.

two attempts--neither a fabulous approach, but fun all the same! First attempt is a Fibonacci and the second is a Roundabout.

All I want Is

All
I
Want is
To Figure
Out the why behind
Heaven and Hell, respectively.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All I Want Is To Understand God

All I want is to understand God,
What does God offer for someone like me?
Will I be adrift if I don’t believe?
Will I walk in the shadow of Eve
After she plucked the fruit from the tree?

Heaven speaks of one being free.
I envision an offer of reprieve
Until shackles bind me to the past;
A portrait so grim, it would leave you aghast,
Never imagining evil ways that I deceive.

Oh, how God must view me as naïve.
I must cause anger as I cast
My faithlessness without fear of the rod,
Nor the incineration of my lifeless bod
Into a repressive heat --a promised blast

Offering only pain for a self-proclaimed outcast.
I arrogantly kept aloof, not seeking your nod,
Keeping my driftwood platform afloat at sea
With an occasional cry out, then demand, of Thee,
Saying, I will not anchor until I understand God.

SHOUT OUT---Hi Everyone! I’ve never “shouted” before and in fact had never heard the term until reading through the blog.
I am not sure of the etiquette for such yelling but just want everyone to know how much I’m enjoying their poems.
I am a writer…but not of poetry…this has been a very humbling experience.
It takes a lot of courage to post here everyday.
It’s like walking into a conference where it seems like other people already know each other and you just sorta stand there…hat in hand, waiting…to be recognized (or not)…

Soooooo….yesterday, when “Walt” (I have no idea who you are but I’ve see your artistry on a daily basis and am impressed…you also seem to be part of the ‘core’ group who all know each other…);
Anyway, when Walt added me to his box of Crayolas…I was so honoured because someone else had actually seen my name! And it was “Walt”!
Wowzers! Thanks for that.

So this is also a Shout Out to…RACHEL L. !! never, ever hurts to ask eh?! And also to Diana L. Wilson…that took balls—good luck in getting what you want.

A SIMPLE WISH

All I want
is to sit in the sun
and feel the world
revolve around me
instead of me
revolving around it
as I tend to do

All I want
is to feel the most
ancient of gods
kissing my cheeks
and smiling from above
like an old lover
who has waited for me here

waited for me
to just sit

All I want..

All I want is to take a nap.
A time I shunned when I was four
Is now the only thing I’m longing for…
If we only knew as a child of four
That a nap is not OK in the middle of the day
When your boss has their office next door,
Then we would gratefully take all the naps that we could
Since they disappear upon entry into adulthood!

All I want is Ocean

Fog layering over the shore, buoys sounding
Out, gulls crying and salt-spray. You saying,
I am still here, still breathing,
Still making light
Where there is none.
There are rumors of you
In caves, at the bottom of the ocean
Where you have been talking with
Blind creatures, talking them into
Coming up, changing, feeling solid on the earth.

In the real world, so many things disappear
from the world, each day,
You’d hardly believe it.

It is 1975: you and I
Walk into a store, pretend
To be blind, we stumble around,
eyes shut, we thought we were fooling
Everyone, thought we were funny
and interesting, stumbling around
the aisles, the streets, making trouble.

We saw differently then,
we weren't afraid,
Felt light and earth differently,
Dove into Pacific waters blind, head-first, not wanting
To leave, not wanting anything,
Not knowing about loss,
How the waters would change.

All I Want is a Pixie

She’ll have translucent skin
traced with a fan of blue veins.

The jellied knuckles of her hands
will click and roll as she riffles

through the stacks of papers on my desk,
filing and shredding during the long

tunnel of my sleep, yet she is no dream.
Like the Shoemaker, in the morning

I’ll find the laundry folded,
smelling of lavender and wind,

a loaf of cinnamon bread on the counter
next to a pot of French roast coffee.

She wants nothing for herself,
but she’ll take delight in the tiny

spring dress I’ll make for her
out of dandelions and jasmine.

Corrected version:

All I want is to be content
to not think in terms of
more or better
need to's
want to's
or wish I had's
All I want is to savor the flavor
of each and every moment
and to know when good enough
really is
just that

All I Want Is Pepsi

Really, that’s all I want, Pepsi.
Not Coke or Sprite. Why can’t you see
That I don’t like any of those drinks?
I know what everyone must think,
But the little bubbles fill me with glee!

I’m an addict to the caffeine…
I’m a mess without it, like Charlie Sheen
(Please remember, that’s said with a wink)!
That’s all I want,

That perfect extra large sodie-
Pop! I’m thrilled to find refills are free
Until my appetite starts to shrink
And I need to pour the rest down the sink.
That’s it, I’m done…and I need to pee!
That’s all I want…

#17 ALL I WANT...

All I want is to be forty pounds thinner
Cosmetic dentistry
Botox and my own plastic surgeon
Hairdresser and make-up artist
Nail technician
Lasix surgery

All I want is my own theater and orchestra
With complete artistic control
A printing press awaiting my every word
And bookstores for distribution
Oh right! and my own gallery to
Sell my wonderful paintings and jewelry
To people with their own following
Of paparazzi

All I want is my own villa in southern Spain
And a slip for my three-decker yacht
With a crew awaiting orders for the next destination
When I leave my cocktail lounge after eating
Dinner in my five-star restaurant

NEVER MIND!!!!
All I want is right here
My smiling spouse
Family
A well-stocked kitchen
and warm home
good friends
meaningful work
Anything else is just gravy

Robert, I really love your poem, so spare and perfect. A moment captured. Everyone else is amazing--I could have spend the afternoon just reading everyone's poems!


All I Want Is A Pity Party

My favorite goose
My pet, my daily joy
Ripped to shreds
In the night
If only, if only, if only
Running circles in my head

My writing group
Could not bear the
Strain of life changes
Now who will read
And lead me
To clarity?

Two teenage boys
‘nuff said,

The economy
Sinking, less income
More fear

There was a time
Where I was focused
On positive
The walk with
A good friend
The peace in
A jasmine bloom
The release of
Writing a poem
But too many bits
Of sadness and anxiety
Have overwhelmed me
I want a comforter
To burrow in
A glass of zin
And “Michael”
To escape in