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Through the Winter Cold he Rode

By  the  moonlight,  night's  pearly  softness  glowed,
In  their  slumber  deep,  fog  skirted  knolls  shoaled;
Through  the  winter  cold,  clipp'ty  clop  he  rode.

Down  the  twisted  alleys  and  to  highroad,
Flew  out  in  wind  his  fluttering  hair  gold;
By  the  moonlight,  night's  pearly  softness  glowed.

In  the  silence  bare  as  the  mist  bellowed
O'er  the  turrets  enshrouded  in  their  fold;
Through  the  winter  cold,  clipp'ty  clop  he  rode.

His  shadow  tossed  on  the  water  that  flowed,
As  galloped  o'er  the  bridge, ' twixt  moorlands  old;
By  the  moonlight,  night's  pearly  softness  glowed.

Meet  his  bonnie  lassie  her  chin  furrowed
'neath  her  cherry  lips  in  his  hands  to  hold;
Through  the  winter  cold,  clipp'ty  clop  he  rode.

Her  dark  eyes  under  green  eaves  that  mellowed,
Where  blushes  of  their  love  in  whispers  told
By  the  moonlight,  night's  pearly  softness  glowed;
Through  the  winter  cold,  clipp'ty  clop  he  rode.


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5/23/2011


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Date Night (and the day after)

Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth L. Schwartz


This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny.  So the story goes.

We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose.  (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.

We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky.  So the story goes.

We sip our red wine.  Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem.  For all our tomatoes

Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards.  (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy.  So the story goes.

We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente.  So our story goes.


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Darling, you dragged me in too deep

Darling, you dragged me in too deep 
And abandoned me like an anchor in a lonely sea. 
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep. 

I was doomed once suspicion began to creep 
As it swam in your words that lacked in honesty.
Darling, you dragged me in too deep. 

Please tell me, did you lose an inch of sleep 
Making empty promises and cheating on me?
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep. 

I should've listened to doubt upon taking a leap, 
Love should carry no doubt; certainty is key. 
Darling, you dragged me in too deep, 

This torturously lonely sea does weep 
That you could ever reach such a cold degree. 
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep, 

But apparently I'm a promise not worth keeping; 
If you want to call this love, I'll say it can't be. 
Darling, you dragged me in too deep,
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep.

By Anne Currin 


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Chance Meeting

We met by chance and are happy that we met
For our love is blossoming and getting stronger 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

The whole world is against us and doesn't care, I bet
We struggled for love and affection, did anyone bother
We met by chance and are happy that we met

We grabbed the chance happily, let’s not now fret
We need time to get into a rhythm with each other
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

Chance is an opportunity, a lucky and a brave does get
Let us convert it into love and not more do we rancor
We met by chance and are happy that we met

If united we stood, we could meet with any threat 
The world becomes a friend, enemies remain no longer 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

We are certain to succeed, unlike in a game of roulette
Where gamblers risk happiness that depends on another 
We met by chance and are happy that we met
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set


Date: 3.8.2014 
Form: Villanelle


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Bewitched

Ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing,
butterflies flutter within the begin
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

Let the trailing flow of sweet kisses sting.
Pain so close to passion, adrenaline,
ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing.

Nipping ear and throat so breathtaking,
as we fall and roll on the white bear skin
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

Peacock feathers trace the grace amazing,
flames dance high on the walls of the cabin
ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing.

Double backed, we ride through the heat lightning.
in the firelight her eyes are fetchin’
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

My wife, my life, my so happy ending,
who but thee could there be so bewitchin’?
Ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing,
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.


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MY VILLANELLE

I want to learn to live before I die
To glimpse the light that makes my vision clear
To see the truth that lies within the lie.

I freely put the questions ‘how?’ and ‘why?’
And seek the face unknown in darkest fear.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The days and years stream swiftly swiftly by
In shimmering illusions cherished dear
Despite the truth that lies within the lie.

I found my hand in yours, so you and I
Gave each our vows, impassioned, young, sincere.
I want to learn to live before I die.

The teachers teach, the prophets prophesy
But miss the mystic rhythms of the sphere
Nor see the truth that lies within the lie;

Pure-hearted self; I sense a higher cry
To never leave the far yet love the near.
I want to learn to live before I die
To see the truth that lies within the lie.


– Harley White

(March – 1994)


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Powerless

I look for your magic in the moonlight
Listening for the secrets you will tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I do not know if it is wrong or right
You leave me powerless under your spell
I look for your magic in the moonlight

Take control of me I do not wish to fight
You even mesmorize me with your smell 
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I wish to fly on your string like a kite
Tethered to you I am secure and well
I look for your magic in the moonlight

So I travel with you into the night
Nothing compares to the stories you tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

You my lover with your eyes shining bright
You lifted me up whenever I fell
I look for your magic in the moonlight
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

Anne's favorite poetry form contest.
Be gentle Anne it is my first time trying this form.


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Our Eternal Wedding House

Even death could not cause our love to part,
This promise has always sounded so right,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

When they found his body, tears did not start,
Through this strong shock, I continued to fight,
Even death could not cause our love to part.

Stole to his fresh grave with a garden cart,
Our wedding vows I began to recite;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

I dug with fervor, my body did smart,
yet never ceased digging all through the night.
Even death could not cause our love to part.

To our wedding house we arrived, stalwart,
Just as the porch was kissed by morning light;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

Blue and cold, he remained a work of art, 
From my opened wrists flowed the crimson, bright.
Even death could not cause our love to part,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.


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In Silence I Stood

In silence I stood your unkindness to hear
Barbs that tore deep into my soul,
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

You preach that my love was never sincere
And fall prey to the evil bent lies that you're told.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear.

So long since love and trust held me near,
Replaced with words that belittle and scold.
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

You call my love and my words insincere.
Here, all alone, I feel helpless and cold.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear.

I stand and wring my hands and I fear
That the warmth in your heart to the devil's been sold.
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

Of my life I've given the best of my years.
In your eyes I prayed I'd never grow old.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear,
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.


In honor of Isaiah's contest.


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Between the Stingers

Trust, like a pitiless whore-master, grins
as between the sheets and at my breasts, he suckles.
Though Cupid lauds' the joy, I feel only stings.

The manic moon shivers to shriek-like violins
as trusting seed is split and son-less my knees buckle
mother-less street urchin blanched, impatient, sin.

In sympathy the sun pales night's mood swings
seeking to caress and hold with a fractured chuckle
love's exhausted, and misspent, ripened lingerings 

To the dying day and I, cry of might-have-beens
ivory white my ice hands, my bleeding knuckles
Trust like a pitiless whore-master grins
Though Cupid lauds' the joy, I feel only stings.
 



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Bliss State

When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take to wings.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile...

There is no emotion more versatile 
bringing happiness to squires and King's
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

See the faultless features which beguile
and join your woven fingers with a ring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..

You found a pairing more than mercantile
to such joy may your two hearts ever cling
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

To Bride and Groom a toast to love nubile
and all the bliss that loving lips can bring.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.


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The Ivy and The Brick

It must have felt like love at first,
The clinging of the ivy vines,
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her tendrils slaked an ancient thirst,
The tender touch for which he pined.
It must have felt like love at first.

Too guileless to suspect the worst,
She speared him with her soft green tines.
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her coils so patiently she pursed,
He never guessed at her design.
It must have felt like love at first.

Crazed with cracks, its strength dispersed,
From end to end the wall declines
Until his rich red heart had burst.

So new to love, so poorly versed
In joy, so baffled by her signs,
It must have felt like love at first.
Until his rich red heart had burst.


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Initials on a Tree

I sign your initials on an old tree And surround it with a heart of desire I want the world out there to come and see The world needs to see our heart completely That’s been put on this tree with love and fire I sign your initials on an old tree People want to view this tree tenderly It’s not like the tree sits on any mire I want the world out there to come and see Heart is formed with love eventually The tree should never be placed on a pyre I sign your initials on an old tree Formed are letters of our names perfectly All the letters put on smoothly not dire I want the world out there to come and see The world can see our kind heart lovingly Our love together shall never expire I sign your initials on an old tree I want the world out there to come and see
Russell Sivey Entered into Anne Currin's "Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)" contest 3/24/2013


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Her Tears of Sorrow

Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Tenderly I stroke her hair in my fingers Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong She hurts by the world’s events and its throng The pain she holds seems to always linger Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along I offer her my shoulder for to cry on This thing in her life sure presents a zinger Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong I hate to see crying, I hold her hours long I’m always here for her, she’s a real ringer Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along In my heart each tear surely collects upon Her soul comes out for she is the bringer Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong If you think we’re not meant to be, you're wrong Our love is two harmonious believers Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong
Russell Sivey


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The Mission Trip To Please

On mission trip overseas
At least one week will do
Hold babies gently squeeze

Whether in cold where freeze
In rain forest where view 
On mission trip overseas

My hearts desire will please
Feed hungry babies stew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Give up my life of ease
Place on feet needed shoes
On mission trip overseas

Help babies who cough wheeze
For mothers good tea brew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Perfect week just do these
Open heart my love grew
On mission trip overseas
Hold babies gently squeeze


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UNTIL TOMORROW, FEEL SAFE IN MY WARM EMBRACE

Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.


We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


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Here I Lie Dreaming of You

Here I lie dreaming of you,
Taken from me so many years ago,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.

Your glistening eyes of cobalt blue,
Illuminates the night of fallen snow.  
Here I lie dreaming of you,

Velvety hair shimmering through  
Moonlit forest, a golden glow,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.	

Why did you break my heart in two?  
And why did you have to go? 
Here I lie dreaming of you,

My eyes shut and I suddenly knew,	
We’ll soon rejoin in the eternal flow, 
It’s the only thing I have left to do.	

My time has passed, and my life through, 
Angels take me to our final plateau.
Here I lie dreaming of you,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.


Lost Love 
Written by: Greg Stanley
January 12, 2012


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Castle Rock Influence

Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
I screw the cork from the Castle Rock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

The feelings linger, but yet can’t be found
My heart still hasn't learned to walk
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Someday I’m going to drive to her town
I’m gonna’ go up to her door and knock
And here I go again, scribbling words down

I’m wasted and my mind is nowhere around
The ticks and tocks are falling from the clock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown

Dylan’s music was her perfect sound
She wrote all his lyrics down with chalk
And here I go again, scribbling words down

She was always my dearest proper noun
But she threw away the only key to her lock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
And here I go again, scribbling words down

(Written for Anne's Villanelle contest, never wrote one of these before. I like this form!)


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CYANIDE




I drank cyanide from your lying lips,
Just for one touch, I’ve embraced rusted nails,
Pain remains, but all reason slowly slips.

The world has disappeared, a full eclipse,
Hanging trees reach out with their branches frail,
I drank cyanide from your lying lips.

Each curl you kissed is gone, quick, little snips,
Flames ate our letters in a blackened pail,
Pain remains, but all reason slowly slips.

Mail piles on the wet floor while the tap drips,
Walls pull me to corners that clutch and wail, 
I drank cyanide from your lying lips.

Numbly like a ghost, our photos I rip,
But your eyes cremate and your smile impales, 
Pain remains, but all reason slowly slips.

Love is weak, it beseeches, crawls then nips,
Yet your train left on sturdy, silent rails,
I drank cyanide from your lying lips,
Pain remains, but all reason slowly slips.



*Written January 12, 2012 for Francine Roberts’ 4 Forms, 4 Themes contest
**Theme chosen: Lost love (and lost mind)


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Wept Beneath A Tree

So sure of love and all that it can be
This kiss to celebrate the moment met 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

There all the world if only eyes could see
Was placed there at their feet without regret
So sure of love and all that it can be

Their promises exchanged so preciously
That even passing clouds became beset 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Secure in trust they let their hearts fly free
Unknowing that the clouds weren’t finished yet 
So sure of love and all that it can be

Love’s passions grew and joined the cloudy spree
Into this torrent destiny was set 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

And with each storm they loved more carefully
Their memories will not let them forget 
So sure of love and all that it can be 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree


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Eternal Love

God loves us without end;
His grace continues forever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Not only to befriend,
To protect us is His endeavor.
God loves us without end.

No matter where me He sends,
My attachment to Him will not sever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Our greatest evils off he will fend.
Whether we are foolish or clever,
God loves us without end.

Our life is his to lend,
His way offers life without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

All of us he will mend.
We will be His forever.
God loves us without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.


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Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







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Silent Love

She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
During the day, she walks the cobblestone path
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

The market’s her design to see what she can find
Clickty-clack, the men on horses bustling past her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

The beggars she offers food because she is kind
People shouting and yelling selling their goods
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

She tries to find a way to her home but becomes intertwined
Trumpets blare, knights emerge, and jugglers perform
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind

Onto his horse he swiftly lifts her, and she feels divine
From the streets he has saved her, the face she remembers 
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind
 
Her lover she has found, finally she is defined
In his arms he holds her, his love he tells of her
She seeks the noise but no sound reaches her mind
The frustration of silence she wants to leave behind

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012

I followed the format of Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night." 


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First signs of Love

What is this feeling that resides in me
I’ve felt it before, but not quiet the same
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee

When did Cupid pass that I did not see
Certainly in this matter I have no shame
What is this feeling that resides in me

A nervousness I feel, coupled with glee
I am smiling a lot, but am not to blame
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee

The experience makes me feel very free
But this moth has not eluded the flame
What is this feeling that resides in me

Something tells me, that I must decree
Inside there’s a wildness I can’t tame
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee
 
I’ve felt some joy, but not of this degree
It must be real, yet it feels like a game
What is this feeling that resides in me
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee


Written by Wayland Bunch on 1/31/2013 for Valentine contest.


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Image of Love

I see your face, I look into your eyes,
And I fall apart, can no longer even try.
Though I know beauty can be full of lies,

Nothing could alter your image for me.
If they could part the sands from the sea,
They never could part my love from me.

Here, there is nothing but rocks and stones,
No friendly souls or angels to guide you home.
Here, you are so, so very alone,

But I have seen your heart, know your words.
They tell me that my vision is blurred,
That my thoughts are slow, my words slurred.

Even love cannot look beyond an evil face;
It can't be missed, not a trace.
No, you're an image of pure grace.

True, beautiful perfection is what you are,
I look in your eyes and I can see the stars.
I'll always come to you, no matter how far.


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A Kiss Goodnight


Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight!
Gentle breezes in my face leave me weak.
Whistling words of love hold me 'til dawn's light...

Summer winds soften starry skies once bright.
I climb rustling trees. Love, windblown, I seek.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight!

Love's worth the battle. Through gusts, I shall fight!
Tho' whispering winds bring love soft and meek.
Whistling, words of love hold me 'til dawn's light...

Come forth again! The silence is my plight.
In the wind's absence, tomorrow seems bleak.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight! 

Gentle breezes raise romance to new height.
The warm southwinds soothe. Enamoured, I speak.
Whistling words of love, hold me 'til dawn's light...

Stay, my dear friend, you lift me like a kite.
Carry my soul higher than mountain peaks.
Oh, how the wind's song gives a kiss goodnight...
Whistling words of love, hold me 'til dawn's light!





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Fire

The heat of his passion  was like a fire
for one whose beauty was beyond compare
She was his one and only desire

Their love was one that could inspire
with sweet caresses and tender loving care
The heat of his passion was like a fire

A love that kept getting higher and higher
from the precious  bond they shared
She was his one and only desire

A love from which he would never tire
Even through their golden years
The heat of his passion was like a fire

Love that  many  did indeed  admire
that sweet and tender love so dear
She was his one and only desire

Affection and warmth did conspire
that true and enduring love affair
The heat of his passion was like a fire
She was his one and only desire


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The Potency of Words

Potent words can move the soul to be still Writers’ pens may look frail, or so they seem The hands may never touch, but the hearts will Handle with care, words can be volatile Lambasting love and life, deflating dreams Potent words can move the soul to be still Seeds of thoughts grow into wisdom’s tendrils Reaching deep within, bursting the heart’s seams The hands may never touch, but the hearts will Sometimes the simplest words, without the frills are those that capture hearts, that make them gleam Potent words can move the soul to be still Words easily pass through mountains and hills, Friendships formed, faith restored, and love redeemed The hands may never touch, but the hearts will A wealth of words touch beyond writers’ quills Ink from within have warmed lives like sunbeams Potent words can move the soul to be still The hands may never touch, but the hearts will ** June 17, 2010-- written for Dr. Ram’s Villanelle Me contest :)


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Is it a fantasy

If I give my love to you
And this is no fantasy
Promise me you will be true

Darling why are you so blue
Don’t deny your ecstasy
When I give my love to you

After all that we’ve been thru
Don’t give up so easily
Promise me you will be true

Our love we can renew
Cast away your misery
When I give my love to you

Sometimes we may go askew
But our ship will sail this sea
If we both will remain true

Friends and lovers are too few
But this is no fantasy
If I give my love to you
Promise me you will be true

Someone tell me
If it’s easy being
A lover and a friend?

This is a villanelle with a questionku.


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The Lovers

They came together in passion
their love was without ration
it was so full of loving tension

Their love was one in a million
they shared only one vision
they came together in passion

They walked together in union
as if they had taken a potion
it was so full of loving tension

Dreams shared without ration
together they shared a pillow
they came together in passion

No bars here, just love's prison
their love they did not question
it was so full of loving tension

They shared just one notion
to always love with no ration
they came together in passion
it was so full of loving tension

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

written 05/19/2013


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I Was So Very Happy

I was so very happy those days ago,
The sunny days and moon filled nights;
How beautiful you were, I loved you so.

Sparkling blue eyes with a radiant glow,
Your gentle touch fueled such delights;
I was so very happy those days ago.

In dreams our love becomes a picture show
Like Hollywood stars under the lights;
How beautiful you were, I loved you so.

I remember our kiss beneath the mistletoe,
With your moist lips, oh how it excites,
I was so very happy those days ago.

Our love was alive and began to grow,
It felt like it would reach endless heights;
How beautiful you were, I loved you so.

Then suddenly there came a turbulent flow
Like a dying star or one that ignites;
I was so very happy those days ago.
How beautiful you were, I loved you so.	


February 2, 2014
Greg Stanley


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Head vs. Heart

Today is the day my heart has to take a stand
Against the agony and anguish of being alone.
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That it has unequivocally had the upper hand.
It’s a prudent proposition, the evidence has shown;
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.

How can you hold on to this hollow strand
Holding this overly oppressive weight of stone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That forever is but a forgotten fire never fanned
By the fervor of two fevered souls never grown.
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand.

Hasn’t the bullying, bullfighting, butting and
Beating been enough to burst every single bone?
Hopefully today, my head can make it understand

That war is definitely warranted and I command!
Love has become loathsome liar we must disown!
Today is the day my heart has to take a stand,
Today, my head will make it understand.


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A Valentine Poem

He gave her a bunch of roses
deep red and highly scented
sweetly he romanticizes

With loving heart, her, he teases
with his love before her casted
he gave her a bunch of roses

Some may think he needs new lenses
for with comeliness not gifted
sweetly he romanticizes

With all her sweetness she cleanses
a pure soul she had been granted
he gave her a bunch of roses

Her sense of fun amuses 
with her he is so enchanted
sweetly he romanticizes

Over which ring he agonizes
choosing one that could be flaunted
he gave her a bunch of roses
sweetly he romanticizes

I wrote this for a reading I am doing on Valentine's Day yet it is also for all lovers everywhere


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Your Door

Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.
A free spirit in chains, cold on my feet,
Aching  for answers, my back on your floor!

Words,you said, only complicate things more,
Yet secrets slipped while gripping the sheets.
Once,  I stood naked,sweet fool at your door.

Lips whispered I was unique to explore.
I blushed under the rhythm of your beat,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

Two hearts racing like never before,
On fire, you shook, writhing in my  heat!
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.

The love in your eyes was hell to ignore.
 As you were leaving our tears were discrete, 
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

It's my fault you don'n sleep there anymore!
I knew better, still, I crept down your street.
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door,
Aching for answers my back on your floor!

-Tiffany Dawn 2010


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Purple Majesty

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand


We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.


We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil, 
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.

We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.

We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.


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What was His Name

Pondering past loves in the dim light of age,
the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged.
The sound of the harmonica swept all around.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged,
I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound.  
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed  
like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze
in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. 
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

 


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Torn Apart

Days and days have passed no new introspection
Nothing to search for, the clock moves so slow
Looking into my eyes reveals an empty reflection

At times anger coursed through me like an infection
Guilt turned to blame and like a cancer it did grow
Days and days have passed no new instropection

The reasons why not found, I search every direction
Such powerful emotion and feeling, I had to let go
Looking into my eyes reveals an empty reflection

Hearing words like these you raised your objection
Over the time I know my patience has been low
Days and days have passed now new introspection

Facing the fading will of time there is no protection
Patience from above required, sadly I live here below
Looking into my eyes reveals an empty reflection

A new foundation in the midst, awaiting erection
Imprisoned by uncertainty, emotion cannot flow
Days and days have passed no new introspection
Looking into my eyes reveals an empty reflection



Written By Wayland Bunch II on 1/6/2014
Inspired by Love will tear us apart by Joy Division
Lyrics below from lyricsmode.com


Love Will Tear us Apart-Joy Division

When routine bites hard,
And ambitions are low.
And resentment rides high,
But emotions won't grow.
And we're changing our ways,
Taking different roads.

Then love,
Love will tear us apart again...
Love,
Love will tear us apart again...
And love,
Love will tear us apart again...
Love,
Love will tear us apart again...

Why is the bedroom so cold?
You've turned away on your side.
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect runs so dry.
Yet there's still this appeal,
That we've kept through our lives.

Then love,
Love will tear us apart again...
Love,
Love will tear us apart again...
And love,
Love will tear us apart again...
Love,
Love will tear us apart again...

You cry out in your sleep,
All my feelings exposed
And there's a taste in my mouth,
As desperation takes hold.
Is it something so good,
Just can't function no more.

Then love,
Love will tear us apart again...
Love,
Love will tear us apart again...
And love,
Love will tear us apart again...
Love,
Love will tear us apart again...


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Love's Display

Palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed
our fates are mapped for all to see, believe or be denied,  
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.

Closed eyes will not belay the coming, I'm afraid,
nor opened eyes change an outcome gone awry
palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed.

Anger, sadness, fortitude, love that's been betrayed
can all be read upon palm, the future revealed, espied,
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.

Within the carnival, behind the draped tent's arcade 
the gypsy fortune teller sits, her foresight on your hand applied,
palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed.

Lines short or long, cut or curved, choice seems but charade
the hands tell all, the time of birth, of death, all they do confide,
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.

So hold your hands above your heart let your love be laid,
lead the best life that you can, let goodness be your guide,
palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.


Contest: Rhyme Battle Round 4


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mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!


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Do you know what is the best part of being with you

Do you know what is
the best part of
being with you?
To feel your warm
deep inside even
without holding your
hands.

Do you know what is
the worst part of
being with you?
To talk foolishly
about everything in
our every
convesation not
saying the word
running in my head "
I love you".

Do you know what is
the most exciting
part of being with
you?
To think same things
in the same time and
cry and laugh.
To miss you crazily
even you are here..

Do you know what is
the most painful
part of being with
you?
To share you with
many people even I
don't know
To envy childishly
everyone beside you,
talk with you.

Do you know what is
the happiest part of
being with you?
To walk with you
side by side on the
streets with the
doubtfulness of to
encounter a familiar
face
To get wet under the
rain persist of the
umbrella in my hand.
To wait for you with
a wild flower in my
hand..
To eat the same food
in the same place.

Do you what is the
most romantic part
of being with you?
to find you in every
page of books
To tell things to
the moon and stars
at nights I can't
tell you..
To find you in every
pages of book I
read, lyrics of
songs and poems.

Do you what is the
hardest part of
being with you?
To imprison my
indescribable
feelings that I felt
for the first time
into a boat in the
middle of the hope
sea cos of the fear
of losing you.
To accomplish being
friends not lovers
for years. To walk
barefoot on the
sharpest side of the
knife. Put my
eyedrops not salt on
my bleeding heart.

Do you what is the
only side affect to
be with you?

How can you know?

You were never with
me.

If you were with me
my hands would had
yours..

I wouldn't make up
my mind..

Wouldn't miss you
when you were by
me..

Wouldn't envy..

Wouldn't scare of
walking in streets..

Wouldn't get wet
under rains..

Wouldn't pour out my
problems to the moon
and stars, so drunk
in every song..

Wouldn't afraid of
losing you, would
jump from the boat
to the sea with my
bleeding feet..

And in each strike I
would scream your
name..

But you were never
with me..

YOUR MIND WAS NOT
WITH US OR YOUR
HEART


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Fugitive Spirit

This is the last of us you'll ever see.
You've executed that initial thrill.
With this goodbye, at last you're free of me.

Though you might miss the way we used to be,
Of recent suffering, you've had your fill;
This is the last of us you'll ever see.

Resist arrest, no penitentiary
Can hold an edgy soul against its will.
With this goodbye, at last you're free of me.

Be agile and elude captivity.  
Embrace no fondness that you wouldn’t kill.
This is the last of us you'll ever see.

You'll live a life now as an escapee
Concealing yourself with uncanny skill
With this goodbye, at last you're free of me.

Accept the fact however you did flee
You have emerged a harder person still.
This is the last of us you'll ever see.
With this goodbye, at last you're free of me.


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Newness of Life

In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin,  their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Love comes courting in ecstasy
the fashion this year is redheads
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

The ladies are so full of moxie
lead men on but no maidenhead
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Fluttering eyelids so saucy
men their passions this time unfed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy


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Dance of Love

They swayed together in the dance of love
strangers that were captured by a hot glance
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

Hand in hand they strolled around the cove
promised that  they would return to this place
they swayed together in the dance of love

walking through the glen filled with foxglove
then tenderly he led her to his place
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

They stood talking, air full of scent of clove
the room was lit by candles and fireplace
they swayed together in the dance of love

Time passed soon they moved to the staircase
he helped her climb up to the bed space
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

They were married in a white olive grove
spending their honeymoon at his birthplace
they swayed together in the dance of love
watched with joyfulness by a white dove 


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Her Eyes

I'd travel many hours to make her mine
There's something about her that draws me in
Her twinkling eye gets to me every time

I'd like to make her my partner in crime
Each day with her gives me a big ole grin
I'd travel many hours to make her mine

Her moonlit strolls make cars stop on a dime
Can't wait for my life with her to begin
Her twinkling eye gets me every time

The beauty that surrounds her is sublime
Every day I am with her is a win
I'd travel many hours to make her mine

We can seek out mountains that we can climb
I long to be near her radiant skin
Her twinkling eye gets me every time

This woman of my daydreams sure is prime
I have searched all over where has she been
I'd travel many hours to make her mine
Her twinkling eye gets me every time





for Juli-Michelle
Rhyme Battle: Round 4


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An Island Refuge

on a deserted island drenched in light sparkling waves dance and lovers softly sigh a refuge for romance caressed by night lovers amorously swoon at the sight of the glowing orb, breathtakingly nigh on a deserted island drenched in light bathed in a full moon, young lovers shine bright balmy breezes blow, a tropical high a refuge for romance caressed by night the moon hypnotizes from sunken height as passion spreads wings from heavenly sky on a deserted island drenched in light whispers from the sand, a new song to write on a bended knee, their tears of joy cry a refuge for romance caressed by night the beach shares their dreams, the future invites a love eternal, they cannot deny on a deserted island drenched in light a refuge for romance caressed by night By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 10, 2012 for A Tropical Theme Under the Moonlight contest (Gail Doyle) third place


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Reflections Of You

When Whip-Poor-Wills call evening is nigh
My reflections turn to good memories. 
And you still choose me_  the apple of your eye
To be your love even though soon we will die
Come let abiding love fill our treasuries.
When Whip-Poor-Wills call evening is nigh
Many men run saying their last good-bye
Leaving the love of their youth with emery.
And you still choose me _ the apple of your eye
To be your love, even when life goes awry.
This last of life we're on our journey.
When Whip-Poor-Wills call evening is nigh
I want to rush to you my ally
Where once again recharging energy.
And you still choose me_ the apple of your eye
Even though old, gray, aging_apron strings untie
Like years ago when youthful~twenty
When Whip-Poor-Wills call evening is nigh
And you still choose me_ the apple of your eye  


Inspired by: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Reflections Of You
Finis'
Written May 10, 2013


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Raven Undone

I

Take a step back, your Muse will die this night
          Curse echoing loudly in Raven's ear:
                        Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           How can it be? Her Life looking so bright?
           Plunged into darkness, imprisoned by fear
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night

Envious witch acting out of sheer spite,
black-haired beauty's bane, which way shall she steer?
              Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           No clear-cut choice for troubled Raven's plight,
           should Muse be killed to save a love so dear?
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night

Double-edged sword where iron wills fight
A split she contemplates, she sheds lone tear
              Take a step forward, your Muse will find light

           Tear gives birth to rain, she weighs what is right
           Lover and Muse helpless as Death loomed near
Take a step back, your Muse will die this night
                        Take a step forward, your Muse will find light


II

Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below
Ink rain mars sky, as deep flood waters rise
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

T e e t e r ing, unsure…but her fear doesn’t show
Blood in her veins stop flowing, crimson ice
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below

Pen plunges deep, heart dealt with harsh blow 
Her survival, is what she would surmise
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

Winds lash, thunder crashes, but embers glow
Hope buried in soul lights fire in eyes
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below

Heart bursting at seams, but ink stops its flow 
Raven wonders whether love would suffice
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know

Raven’s undone, doesn’t know where to go
Step back, step forward…she stands still as ice
Flash of lightning above, earth quakes below
Lover…Muse… Raven-- only Death will know


***
--nikko :) 
for Constance's Among the Dead contest 







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Eruptions of Fire

They bring passion into their eyes of light Love that is brought from hearts along the way Romance entertains their souls through the night Life that has their lives intertwined by might Keeps their minds delight within bright of day They bring passion into their eyes of light Colors fill their hearts, enlightenment bright Timeless feelings jump, lust wavers away Romance entertains their souls through the night Love is inside themselves, soft palate sight Can’t curb their desires, they do what they may They bring passion into their eyes of light Fire erupts with passion beyond eyesight Hot embers burn with love right where they lay Romance entertains their souls through the night Their hearts so very real, soon will take flight Souls light up tonight as they’re in the hay They bring passion into their eyes of light Romance entertains their souls through the night
Russell Sivey Contest: ANY OLD POEM WILL DO Sponsor: SKAT A.C.E. 1/31/2013


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CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

What better gift for me in all the 
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby 
girl.

Hand in hand around the room we 
twirl, 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl. 








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Thank you for loving me

Thank you, my dearest, for loving me
and being there for me in times of need
and embracing me completely

with your whole being, and so tenderly
my desires with great kindness feed;
therefore I thank you for loving me.

Your love has brought me a potpourri
of pure delights, and through word and deed
you embrace my being completely.

Your love fills my soul with harmony
that I can with joy on life's way proceed;
therefore I thank you for loving me.

Your affection, with  grace and beauty,
has made my life wholesome and sweet,
embracing my being completely.

From loneliness you set me free
and my heart will these words always beat:
Thank you, my dearest, for loving me
and embracing me completely!
	


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Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


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What My Dark Knight Wrought

My love for him I’d finally abjure. My grief was brief ; he was a heartless fake. But what my dark knight wrought will long endure. He flew in on a steed, a soul cocksure, A vision that I even now can’t shake. My love for him I’d finally abjure. No humble cavalier, but saboteur, He bore a two-edged blade and was a rake. But what my dark knight wrought will long endure. A grin, black eyes that burned me through - his lure. And when he spoke, I felt my body quake. My love for him I’d finally abjure. My sense of what was right, though grown obscure, I managed to maintain and not forsake. But what my dark knight wrought will long endure. Could passion that he breathed have been my cure? Unlikely. . . but I reveled in the ache. My love for him I’d finally abjure, But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.


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Advice for Falling Angels

As angels descending, bring from above, 
Heavenly Father’s reminders so grand,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Ere in a tight spot; if sin comes to shove,
Listen to father; obey God’s command.
As angels descending, bring from above.

His beautiful message that fights Satan’s glove,
Faith to continue and strength to withstand,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Heralding wisdom from hopes sweetest dove.
A branch of the olive clinched in faith’s hand.
As angels descending, bring from above.

Love everlasting, which Jesus taught of.
Righteous salvation, which for us was planned,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Enticement seems sweet, like deadly foxglove.
Succumbing brings darkness into a bright land.
As angels descending, bring from above,
Prized echoes of mercy, whispers of love-

By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 16, 2012

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ~ Fallen Angel ~ 	 
Sponsored by: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver

NOTE:  Includes this Fanny J. Crosby quote within the villanelle form,
“~ Angels descending, bring from above, 
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love ~”


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DEATH RESEMBLES A FADING SUNSET

Death resembles a fading sunset,
another beginning awaits anyone who believes;
the damned curse it, the blessed accept it.


Shedding tears is admitting guilt,
and isn't truth the reason that make them fall?
Death resembles a fading sunset.


Even godless men are transformed by faith,
nothing they regret and that includes their pride;
the damned curse it, the blessed accept it.


Humility keeps righteousness intact;   
aren't proud hearts raged by this beautiful virtue?
The damned curse it, the blessed accept it.    


If goodness is shared, evil won't persist; 
let love triumph over the deeds of wickedness.
The damned curse it, the blessed accept it.


We stare at graves, and still feel hate:
our enemies are powerless and can't harm us.
Death resembles a fading sunset;
the damned curse it, the blessed accept it.


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VIGNETTES



I crave for them in weaves of light And scan life’s vignettes on my mind Their charmed love wraps me day and night By the porch, his guitar sings bright Relieving heart’s joys so entwined I crave for them in weaves of light My grandma's laughter soft and sprite My grandpa's brown eyes, firm yet kind Their charmed love wraps me day and night Bedtime tales inspire fancy’s flight Hide-and- seek thrills, now hard to find I crave for them in weaves of light They taught me to win, lose with might Till frail trees sobbed with old age grind Their charmed love wraps me day and night Legacy of my heroes' blessed rite Find me weaving past years all timed I crave for them in weaves of light Their charmed love wraps me day or night (c) *villanelle: 8 syllable count For Janette Fisher's By nette onclaud


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IF ONCE

If once you ever loved me, let me know.
For pipe dreams in the sky do fade away.
Before I leave your life, please tell me so.

Though past mistakes we made have brought us woe,
the hope that once we shared is here to stay.
If once you ever loved me, let me know.

Years on straddle fences take its toll.
Too deep for wounded hearts to ever say.
Before I leave your life, please tell me so.

I miss the crisp moonlight romantic stroll,
and stolen passion moments of the day.
If once you ever loved me, let me know.

Your eyes, your smile, your kiss that makes me glow.
Are now too high a price for me to pay
I hate to leave your life, I love you so.

I cry deep tears of sorrow as I go,
and pray that we find us again some day.
If once you ever loved me, let me know
before I leave your life, please tell me so.

Copyright ©2007 TEG 


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Looking for you

I got lost, looking for you
Searching deep within a soul
Now, I’ve lost myself too!

I looked in many faces, only a few
I searched the clouds above that roll
I got lost, looking for you

Rolling around in morning dew
So alone and in the cold
Now, I’ve lost myself too!

Have I shut love out, became a shrew
Fleeting youth as I grow old
I got lost, looking for you

My love once soared, passion flew
Delicate whispers not to be told
Now, I’ve lost myself too!

Did I miss the sign, ignore the cue
Pass the bridge, forget the toll
I got lost, looking for you
Now I’ve lost myself too!


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The Ending Yet Not

The time has came to an end,
My heart is beating fast,
I want to embrace you,
For ever you shall be mine.

Why is love so hard?
My tears fall and fall,
Memories will remain in my mind,
I don't like this ending,
I wanted happy ending.

All I wanted is a small house,
With a happy family,
I wanted to be what I didn't,
See with my parents.

God why is he fading off,
He is everything I got!
I searched hard,
To find the one I want.

I feel rushed to obtain my mind,
The words just keep on,
Coming in rush,
As if you are leaving,
At this moment and on,

I want to talk to my best friend,
To look in your eyes is hard,
My emotions run,
My tears cant stop!

To say goodbye is hard,
To have no one to turn to,
When I am happy and sad,
When you are alone,
I want to be by your side,
Every where you go,
I want to be there with,

My heart has the deepest cut,
I want you to be close to me,
Like we were before,
I feel angry with God!!
Why are you leaving me?

This isn't the vision I had in mind,
Best friends and lovers forever apart,
I wanted you to be the one,
To hold my hand and get married.


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BEAUTY IN LIFE SPONTANEITY

Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Experiences uncovers blues and rhymes one couldn't find
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Culture, law, ethics and education; man learns and understand
Defining, refining and reminding they try to do to mankind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined

Attempt to break traditions,"outside tries", don't be confined
Falling and committing mistakes will not leave anyone behind
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Reach for something in the distance, consider a wise stand
Drench without inhibitions, "LA VITA E BELLA" bear in mind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined

Anxieties, fear, poverty and inferiority they can blind
Yet, live! live! embrace whole life! don't ever decline! 
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Remember! NOT everyone can be given a fair second chance
Affectionate at heart and sagacious mind, manage to combine 
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned


BY:
olive_eloi
2:14 am
03/28/2014

CONTEST: Rhyme Battle: Round 4 Free Poetry Contest Details
SPONSOR: JULI - MICHELLE
6TH PLACE


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As The Mist That Rides The Waves

As mist that rides the waves
My love clings to just You
Only your love I crave

You the only who saves
Constant  your love as dew
As mist that rides the waves

Telling your love in phrase
Day by day to a few
Only your love I crave

For each day on his stave
My musical notes drew
As the mist rides the waves

My right to hell did waive
The sentence he totally threw
Only your love I crave

For you did call me from grave
Transformation I flew
As the mist rides the waves
Only your love I crave


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The Flames Of Love

I feel the flames of love ignite, Burning me to my very core, As it blazes on into the night; Deep in my heart I know it’s right, I’ve never felt like this before; I feel the flames of love ignite; Sweat glistens in the fire light, And my senses tingle for what’s in store, As it blazes on into the night; Your kisses on my skin, alight; It leaves me begging for more and more, I feel the flames of love ignite; My passion drives me to my height, And in fervor we explore, As it blazes on into the night; We can’t hold back now anymore, In unison our bodies soar; I feel the flames of love ignite, As it blazes on into the night.
~ For Catie's Villanelle Me Contest~


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Passion's Embrace

In passion's embrace I lay
held tightly to my lover's chest
watching as the night turns to day

beams of sunshine light up the bay
as I play with my lover's vest
in passion's embrace I lay

In his hair my fingers do stray
his kiss lingering with love's zest
watching as the night turns to day

My laughter rings out oh so gay
as teasing he nips me in jest
in passion's embrace I lay

Now in my heart loves tunes do play
we dance my head against his chest
watching as the night turns to day

To the musical notes we sway
ever together in love's quest
in passion's embrace I lay
watching as the night turns to day


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Two Wolves Played

Two wolves played together courting 
gently the male licked and nuzzled
romped together enjoying

Now bonded they were so loving
for eternity they joined
two wolves played together courting

In great fun each other chasing
until they together swirled
romped together enjoying

Like all lovers closely bonding
unlike us they never battled
two wolves played together courting

They raise their cubs with good teaching
the cubs before them grovelled
romped together enjoying

Full cycle their lives swinging
yet still with each other dazzled
two wolves played together courting 
romped together enjoying


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Embrace me

Embrace me like there is no other one
Time flies, we get old, changes will come
Life is short and you'll need one

Hold me deep, and as if you have won
I return to touch you now. Please..
Embrace me like there is no other one

To hold you and to keep you before you run
And if you feel there is no time
Life is short and you'll need one

Keep me close to your heart for fun
As the love I feel will keep you strong 
Embrace me like there is no other one

That will kiss you and stay for the long run
Even with cloudy skies and dark nights
Life is short and you'll need one

To love you, to make you smile and scream 
That I am here to stay, and all you need is
Embrace me like there is no other one
Life is short and you'll need one...

                                         ...Person to love!


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A Lasting Love

A lasting love securely sustains dreams.
Respect and adoration, the hallmark,
Our hearts united cherish loves esteems.

Meandering as one beneath moonbeams.
Souls unified and strengthened on love's ark
A lasting love securely sustains dreams.

Enduring love remembers, so it seems.
To join hurt-selves together, brighten dark.
Our hearts united cherish loves esteems.

The sparkle in each soul reflects sunbeams.
Consideration bound to each remark.
A lasting love securely sustains dreams.

Although at times our senses meet extremes,
An angry word will seldom find its spark.
Our hearts united cherish loves esteems.

In concert, we are wandering life's streams.
Together, firmly trussed through life's embark.
A lasting love securely sustains dreams.
Our hearts united cherish loves esteems.

© January, 23, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:   4 forms, 4 themes 	
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts  TOPIC: Lasting Love


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A whisper into the night

Whisper not into the night these words I can not hear.
For I'am but a vision, Tell me while I'm near.

Whisper not into the night these words I long to hear,
But tell me them in your voice, and place them upon my ear.

Whisper not a remenise of which I can not see,
But show me what it is by heart, of which you want it to be.
For we are in a vision of the night, And here I will always be.

Whisper not into the night. A wish of disregret. For I'am but 
a vision, stuck in side your head. Till the end of time I shall 
always be. For you are but a part of my soul. 

Not just a whisper in the night.


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When Two Worlds Collide

What happens when two worlds collide?
Will there by earthquakes, hurricanes, or tsunamis
When combining something that should stay divided?

It's like a scientist's experiment 
Will it work, or will it not?
What happens when two worlds collide?

Will everything co-exist in perfect harmony like dew on a flower after a rain shower?
Or erupt like a landslide during a volcano? 
When combining something that should stay divided?

And will love come through as strong as ever to seal the deal
Or crash and burn on the dreams of tomorrow? 
What happens when two worlds collide?

When all seems lost and hope is scarce; will it re-ignite into yesterday's flame
And light the world with burning desire,
When combining something that should stay divided?

Even though I try no to remember you and the love we once shared, I can't help but wonder
Why, why...
Did our two worlds collide when they should have stayed divided?


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A Damsel Longed for a Knight

A damsel longed for a knight
a man to fight to fight for her causes
with whom she could love and unite

To be with for eternity
to kiss him under the arches
a damsel longed for a knight

A fine brave warrior to fight
protect her from evil witches
with whom she could love and unite

Dance a few reels with tonight
wearing  a dress with fine  brooches
a damsel longed for a  knight

A knight to help her feel safer
a man who would spare her farces
with whom she could love and unite

At last she met her shining knight
together alone she blushes
a damsel longed for a knight
with whom she could love and unite


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Yesterday's Joys

Yesterday's joys come flooding back,
memories that stir the senses
that leave me bereft for their lack.

Yet still their joy punches a whack,
that set a stir in my pulses.
Yesterday's joys come flooding back.

And so I gather up my sack,
full to brim with loving senses
that leave me bereft for their lack.

Joyous feeling my heart do rack
once more loving without lapses.
Yesterday's joys come flooding back.

No longer dressed in dark black,
I, now leave behind all senses
that leave me bereft for their lack.

Stuffed full of joyful glimpses,
my sack holds passionate senses.
Yesterday's joys come flooding back
that leave me bereft for their lack.

written 11/02/2014

contest: pick a title

I chose Yesterday's Joys


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I Don't Want to Loose Her

Here I sit, staring at the wall,
- trying to figure out what to do. 
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
I pick up the phone and try to call,
- but I feel so cold, so down, so blue. 
Here I sit, staring at the wall. 
*
With out her here I can not walk, only crawl.
- Always just one, but soon we'll be two. 
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
My eyes tear up, I begin to bawl.
- She would say, "Together forever, me and you." 
Here I sit, staring at the wall.
*
If I loose her I'll have nothing, nothing at all! 
- I will be lost, and without a clue. 
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
Constantly pacing up and down the hall,
- but she's stuck to my heart with the strongest of glue. 
Here I sit staring at the wall, 
Hoping our love won't fall.
---
JE 


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The Curse of Eros - Revised and Recited

Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late,
Young Eros takes aim, pulling tight his bow.
True Lovers discover eternal fate.

Grinning as tension is released and straight
Flies the deeply piercing crimson arrow.
Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late.

Knowing his prey may never consummate
While bound by promises. Steeped in sorrow
True Lovers discover eternal fate.

His indifference to joy and pain innate,
He fills with pleasure the wounds we hallow,
Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late.

They, bleeding passions once dormant, fixate.
Their future once sure, now lost in shadow.
True Lovers discover eternal fate.

Love holds no promises of tomorrow.
When blind Eros strikes, full hearts turn fallow.
True Lovers discover eternal fate
Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late.

Michael F. Lewis
4/14/2013

Recited:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JepmRbt5MY


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Fallen Angel Serenade

Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy, Whispers of love, God's cherub strum a song on high Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Serenade me with blessings into His arms, I plea In your celestial presence, my soul caresses the sky Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Whispers of love, please envelop me for I am weary I embrace the loving touch of God you personify Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Messengers of God carry His love on wings of glory Soaring to new heights, I hear heavenly harps as I fly Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Whispers of love, angels spread God's true love story Often their whispers are like sacred shouts from nigh Spirit lit in His holiness share a new song with me Singing joyful song, lull me in praise to God gently Shield me from the wickedness of the world, I cry Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy Spirit lit in His holiness; share a new song with me
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 9, 2012 For Fallen Angel contest 5th place


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Abigail Smith Adams Lady Of Letters

Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
Miles between her and husband John, circuit lawyer
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

She oversaw the jobs at home_even the builders
Remarkable lady who taught their children
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

People would come to her during war who were bearers
Of terrible news, she was strong with faith_hope
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

Abigail's letters were strong, witty filled answers
Her letters also told of her loneliness
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters

Abigail and John of this country's leaders were beginners
Their idealism and strength set this country apart
She let not distance stop their love_be barriers

At last of life when they were no longer beginners
They got to spend retirement at Quincy their home
Abigail Smith Adams, lady of letters
She let not distance stop their love _be barriers


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The Scent of Your Soul

Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
And inhale the aroma of life’s bouquet.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Together forever savoring our stroll,
Remaining chaste, surviving, living God’s way.
Always I will savor the scent of your soul.

Strength of mind makes a human whole
Our spirits and natures soar beyond Earth’s clay.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
There is plenty of time to laugh, love, and play.
The epitome of joy, two hearts made whole.

We can build our marriage on Heavens knoll
Hope building a haven with courage, God’s way.
Always I will savor the scent of your soul.
Your fragrant love binds our eternal goal.

Copyright 10-13-2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Scent of Your Soul Sponsor Anthony Slausen	


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My Love, I Have Missed You Since You Have Been Gone

My love, I have missed you since you have been gone. Into my memory is burned that infamous day. I have lost you, but I must carry on. Overcome with sleeplessness, I can’t help each yawn. What was sunny is now cloudy since you went away. My love, I have missed you since you have been gone. A king has been devalued to nothing but a pawn. You ignored each plea I submitted for your stay. I have lost you, but I must carry on. The morning dew still beads across the lawn. The tiny rainbows in each one went astray. My love, I have missed you since you have been gone. I am forever hopeful new love will spawn. However, each hope seems to fade and decay. I have lost you, but I must carry on. Darkness still holds an advantage over the dawn. All the colors in the prism have turned to gray. My love, I have missed you since you have been gone. I have lost you, but I must carry on. Written January 12, 2012 for Francine's contest theme of "lost love"


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Hopeless Chemistry

Into your heart, a hopeless race.
Do you feel what I feel within?
Our chemistry could blow this wretched place.

Every time I see your face,
My broken dreams come easy then.
Into your heart a hopeless race.

Its closing in, I have no space.
The look on your face, that grin.
Our chemistry could blow this wretched place.

Fingers tied together like lace,
Our love would be the perfect sin.
Into your heart, a hopeless race.

A heart of love I’d trace,
Just so your love I’d win.
Our chemistry could blow this wretched place.

I don’t want to be second place,
Or a could have been.
Into your heart a hopeless race,
Our chemistry could blow this wretched place.


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To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh

What is my hope in this life?
Without You, under the skies, there’s only hell.
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Rejections, taunts, helplessness, all kinds of strife,
People, homes, values, all things in peril,
What is my hope in this life?

You expose my heart to tempests; I cry
In deep anguish, I beseech and kneel -
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Stir my heart to seek You; let not my spirit dry,
For with your absence in this tough duel -
What is my hope in this life?

My little mind cannot equal your wisdom so high,
Amid confusion I am a wondering, wandering fool,
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!

Helping grace and love you will abundantly supply;
Under the heavens - will be glory eternal.
What is my hope in this life -
To You, O Lord, I beg and sigh!


6/17/14
**Inspiration from Romans 8:35-39 "...Nothing can separate us from the Love 
of God..."

This poem is offered to the people of Iraq ( the Yazidis and other minorities) 
going through persecution. Let us pray  that they may have the strength to 
face all the adversities confronting them as God envelops them with His 
immense love and mercy.


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Our Twenty-Nine

Our Twenty-Nine
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

You have been my darling for twenty-nine
Traveling state to state, place to place
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

We’ve had and held on in good times or bad
We’re not rich, nor poor, but our house is full
You have been my darling for twenty-nine.

You brought forth three children into our home
Two have moved away, one remains with us
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

Daring to believe we pursued the wind
We chased dreams, some saw light and some faded 
You have been my darling for twenty-nine.

Faith, hope, love, and adventure paved our path
The call to service has been our highway
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

We have known joy and we have known sorrow
But our journey has brought satisfaction
You have been my darling for twenty-nine
My partner, my lover, my valentine.


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Open Up Oh Withered Heart

Open up oh, withered heart
Oh, soul to flow true
For my love is unbeknown
and I'm lying awake
wondering what to do
The best things in life are yet to come
Oh Lord, I know they will appear
The days have passed; the days of young
now with wisdom I recognize a heart so dear
Hail, to the new found awareness
Behold, the truth that reigns
Let forevermore live on a caring humanity
Oh woe, shut the eyes that stain
Open up oh, withered heart
Oh, soul to flow true
Only to my demise
My love, my love for you....


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Husband Yet She Knew Him Not

Villanelle – Husband yet She Knew Him Not


Husband yet she knew him not
Life was just a living hell
Their wedding vows he had forgot

He loved a little, she loved a lot
His heart was just an empty shell
Husband yet she knew him not

He did not take rejection well
The physical abuse he would not stop
Their wedding vows he had forgot

No bed for him, he got the cot
Divorce attorneys she did tell
Husband yet she knew him not

Peeved abuser began to plot
Although his ruthless efforts failed
Their wedding vows he had forgot

Life with him she tried to blot
He went to jail, no chance of bail
Husband yet she knew him not
Their wedding vows he had forgot


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The Meaning of Most of My Words- first possible entry of Anne's contest

I sit and hardly have to ponder what words I write
There is more trouble keeping these feelings at bay
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

Since our departure life has been a struggle, a fight
I have been forever devastated, looking for my way
I sit and hardly have to think of the words to write

I sometimes get angry at you and show some spite
I express here, but in person don’t know what to say
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

I now view myself as a soul living by moonlight
Really, I’m sad, although I find the words to play
I sit and hardly have to ponder what words I write

Always there is someone telling me this is not right
Have they even ever really felt love, even one day
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

The journey has been long and suffering is my plight
I am a lost soul of the night, riveted and left to sway
I sit and hardly have to think of the words I write
Sometimes I live in the day, but mostly it’s at night

penned 3/22/2013 by Wayland Bunch for Anne's favorite poetry form: Villanelle contest

Repetition, no not of form, that is forced, repetition of ideas, maybe even of some phrases is sadly unavoidable, without having to read all of my poems again. It is not intended and I may take further time to develop a better Villanelle, in fact I probably will, but I want to get this contest started lol.


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My Love

My Love, although we were so very young
And happy as two children in their play,
Our voices blended in the songs we sung.

Our eyes had sought each other out among
The many varied flavors of the day,
My Love, although we were so very young.

The spring-times of our lives were barely sprung,
When God sent angels to take you away,
Our voices stilling in the songs we sung.

We had but reached life’s ladder’s lowest rung,
When we were told you could no longer stay,
My Love, although we were so very young.

Strands of our lives can never be restrung,
They fall about my feet in disarray.
Our voices stilling in the songs we sung.

Far from our grasp our dearest dreams were flung.
The sunlight hidden by dark clouds of gray.
My Love, although we were so very young
Our voices blended in the songs we sung. 

By Joyce Johnson 01/12/12
Written for Francine's contest: "4 Forms, 4 Themes' contest

My theme "Lost Love,  villanelle form


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Vision In White

Standing in front of the altar, mesmerized by a vision in white
On the arm of another man, paternal pride across his face
This woman I fell in love with, within the hour to be my wife.

I fell deeply in love forever, the first time she came into sight
Immediately knowing then and there I would come to this holy place
 Standing in front of the altar, mesmerized by a vision in white.

Our love flourished over the years, preparing us for this flight
Into matrimonial union with a ballet duet dancer’s grace
 This woman I fell in love with, within the hour to be my wife.

Soon to pledge our vows in a church full of candle light
I see her beautiful smile beaming through the veil of lace
Standing in front of the altar, mesmerized by a vision in white.

In front of our friends as witness, voicing a commitment that is so right
Ready to share eternity, completely void of any disgrace
This woman I fell in love with, within the hour to be my wife.

The flower girl having laid your journey with a feeling so contrite
I wait patiently for the moment the two of us embrace
Standing in front of the altar, mesmerized by a vision in white
This woman I fell in love with, within the hour to be my wife.


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The Helper

Do not leave me alone in this darkness.
We rave and rant in suffering, who won’t?
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.

Men of the world know better than this, bliss!
Take pleasure from life, and that’s it! But, don’t!
Do not leave me alone in this darkness.

Knowledge and power is world’s raw justice.
Without a reason is simply a taunt.
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.

Wealth is the key to health and happiness.
Life is a reverie, money can paint.
Do not leave me alone in this darkness.

Self-contentment is utter completeness.
There isn’t any need for You. A feint!
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this.

You are my Helper in this somberness;
Incompleteness becomes liberating.
Do not leave me alone in this darkness;
Dwell in me and come help me to bear this. 


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Oh Vulnerable Woman

What a beauty you are!
In this very life, my life!
Oh vulnerable woman!

In your fertile womb,
Precious little life,
What a beauty you are!

Lovely soul takes life bids,
Without hesitation,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Without your weakness,
You would not offer love,
What a beauty you are!

Selfless is your existence;
Yielding self to a small one,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Your delicate body gifted life,
And life gives peace as price,
What a beauty you are!
Oh vulnerable woman!


8/11/14

** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all 
her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true 
beauty!!


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Decorates

The conch shell decorates the chest
With the ocean resounding in its soul
As the distinguished maestro plays his best

Soft, low, and inviting just to test
Which music touches the soul
The conch shell decorates the chest

While the cobalt blue waters of the ocean crest
The violin gently held and bow softly pulled
As the distinguished maestro plays his best

The gray hair and beard show his years stressed
But his love only sees his great gift while
The conch shell decorates the chest

That under the open window sits at rest
Sun shining on that bay as the violin music drifts astray
As the distinguished maestro plays his best

While his love just a room away dances and sways
To the music that touches her soul this day
The conch shell decorates the chest
As the distinguished maestro plays his best

(This is written from  a picture that is on James Fraser's web site.  I have his permission to 
use the picture for my write.   Thanks James.)

(The word maestro here means: a master of any art.)


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In wonder's winters' wistful wrings

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings 

 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
Windmills wait for their windstorm's day;
Worldly wreath and wrath of kings 
Writhe in wrong and wrought old rings,
While stars of happy green, in woe they pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
My love is rowing, and angels white it brings.
A whiff white of dreams and air beings,
While whirlwind whets the winter's whip gray. 
But who is there, where my heart sings? 
The seasons gathered to meet The Milky Way…
 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
Whispers of love enlighten the things:
Sweet serenity of green in the light's way; 
From Father Chrisman, the blessed rainbow sings  
The same new written poem with white wings…
All we became a tree in no time's amber, I pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
With our seasons, with happy angels we play.


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A morning's bright, dry rain

Morning comes. Wake up. Wake up
to the sound of bright, dry rain
falling. Hearts cannot stop.

Your memories always develop
In photographs I keep.-- can't keep sane.
Morning comes. Wake up! wake up!


I miss you... Your smell, the way your makeup
Stains my pillow every time. (Irrevocable pain
Falling, yet hearts cannot stop.)



Your mother hates me; "What a trollop
you've become! My poor daughter." She disdains.
Morning comes, wake up? Wake up?




The sun rains like a tear drop
Upon a face that contains
A falling heart that cannot stop.





Every morning, the tragedy continues to gallop
within the walls of my Vein, they still remain.
Morning comes. Wake up! Then wake up...
But fell hearts just cannot stop.


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Here You Are At Home

Waking spirit free to roam,
Wander in this heart;
Here you are at home.

Here you are at home
To to paint a waking art;
You do not rise alone.

Deep, the stars of night are sown--
Truth is but a start;
Whispered words unknown.

See, the morning light has grown!
Shadows fall apart;
Dear, my heart is known.

What the breath of night has shown,
I breathe with all my heart.
Hope is all I've known.

Now we speak, so un-alone;
Here we raise the start.
Waking spirit free to roam,
Here you are at home.





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A gift, a stone, shaped by love's tides

I feel its warn-down weathered sides
From our old flame that will not sleep
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides

The old are all by cruel world tried
And endlessly no heart can weep
I feel its warn-down weathered sides

He fell in love when she first sighed
She tossed his token on her heap
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides.


The lovely doll was tossed aside
Her owner searched for passion deep
I feel its warn-down weathered sides

The mother weeps: in earth it abides
Doctors could not her babe in her keep
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides.

I’ll wait for you till I have died
Remembering your sea-ward leap. 
I feel its warn-down weathered sides
A gift, a stone, shaped by love’s tides


*this is another experimentation with a new genre, despite it's sombriety*


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Love's Toll

Heaven lies within the heart of the soul,
Old and young can not escape its predilection.
None will know anything greater than love's toll.

Wise, past and present chase an impervious goal;
The formula to love's mysterious perfection.
Heaven lies within the heart of the soul.

All know its haunting hypnotic control,
Its magical and delightful ramification.
None will know anything greater than love's toll.

Moon, Earth and Sun all apart of love's charming whole;
All ingredients of love's baffling complication.
Heaven lies within the heart of the soul.

Even the stars far and beyond have a cameo in its role;
far too many fall for their romantic illumination.
None will know anything greater than love's toll.

As you can see my dear love takes self-control,
But when it come to you, mine is admiration.
Heaven lies within the heart of the soul.
None will know anything greater than love's toll.


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Alone

The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone


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Another Point of View

There is no world beyond this one we know
With dominant bipeds and skies of blue
And lack of compassion and love we show.

Perhaps there could be life where the stars glow,
Blinking and pulsating their reddish hue.
There is no world beyond this one we know.

Do they have one arm where three ought to go
Or the same old three per side as we do,
And lack of compassion and love we show?

Maybe they just study the winds that blow
And believe this statement is likely true:
“There is no world beyond this one we know.”

Far away beings beyond sun beam throw
Would not like me any more than they you,
Or lack of compassion and love we show.

We are building ships to make light speed slow,
To take us to the wall of time, and through.
Is there no world but this one we know,
with this uncompassionate love we show?




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LOST AND FOUND

To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.
Life falls apart, disintegrates, and dies.
Climb back again. We have an amazing Master.

A man I know lost faith, and his life’s design.
He gave up hope, and took to pity’s resign.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

He broke a heart, a marriage, and kept the kids
But shredded them too, for lack of vision’s skids.
Climb back again.  We have and amazing Master.

His wife forgot her passion for truth’s wild fire,
And wandered, lost, into world’s framed by desire.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

But God was on her case.  He never left her,
And brought her longing heart within His spur.
She climbed back again to her amazing Master.

The tale goes on, for the children need to know
Why father’s fall had made them suffer so, 
Why losing faith is such a great disaster.
Climb back again.  We’ve such an amazing Master.


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L'PRIMA'S BAILARINA VILLANELLE

Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?
The s p i n  I'm in
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

In Portraits to arabesques in Castles in Spain
And belles letteres of A. Nin
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?

Perhaps a chanticleer, puffed jactate, abreast of whether, vained
For thy meadowLin 
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

ReSown seeds, reap our grain
Grapes to wine, nary raisin'?
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?

A burning untamed
Unassuaged by Verse, unlessen'
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."

Will girasoles thrive arranged
Or Lilies' parure Daffodils akin?
Oh, how's this work, how to reFrame?
"I hear your Name and I'm aFlame!..."
                                               


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Shape Our Destiny

Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Allow all of nature to shine selflessly.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Passion explodes of angelic epiphany.
Bonded intensely, forever altruistically,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Creating shared allure in coupled lucidity,
While delivering unified joy independently
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Prevailing to be triumphant elevate probability.
No survival with any loss, definitely,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Breaching humankinds’ lonely dependency,
Divinity of our separate minds, held individually.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Drive our senses into sensuality.
Leaving no moment to ensue sinfully,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.


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Love me, Feed Me

Feed me, Love Me My life’s in constant turmoil, Everything tastes like fish. Friskies, Tender Vittles and Purina It all goes in my dish. All I want is to be pet, And to play with a mouse or two. I wait for you to come back home, What else is there to do? But I am a patient little kitty, Just look into my big bright eyes. My love I’ll freely give to you, Life’s perfect, golden prize.


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Sacred Anthems

Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.
And on the morrow bring thy true love home.
Love bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Live lovingly, earning new day's welcomes. 
Embrace heaven's wise teachings where you roam.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.

Spousal bonds enjoin marital maxims.
Matrimonial joy strives, since Adam.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Families grow stronger amid loves, blossoms.
Children safely thrive in affection's dome.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.

Faithfully make right marital chasms.
Let not one's earthly passions ever roam.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Our loving God prepared for us, kingdoms.
Lavishly envisioned, heavenly home.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.


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Girl In Red Cotton Hose

Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples
Enters the girl with the red cotton hose 
Riding in a wagon pulled by horse of gray dappled

Prettiest girl, girl of his dreams, her smile was ample
Asking her for a dance he's so glad he chose
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples

So much fun those community socials one can't grapple
At the notion, meeting new people where love can grow
Riding in wagon pulled by horse of gray dappled

Fun in the hay all the way as they rode as a couple
Now more fun inside the barn my she has cutest nose
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples

Bobing for apples showing her how to grapple
All the way down, show her how it goes
Riding in wagon pulled by horse gray dappled

So much fun with the girl in red cotton hose
Some day after love with her grows their children goes
Barn dancing, taffy pulling, bobing for apples
Riding in the wagon pulled by a horse gray dappled


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Untitled

When the sun rises, the darkness fades away
No more distractions to make me have a bad day
When the sun sets at night
I wanna be by your side

No more distractions to make me have a bad day
You help me forget about the bad things
I wanna be your side
You bring laughter and light in when you're around

You help me forget about the bad things 
When you're not around, it's hard for me to control myself
You bring laughter and light in when you're around
If only there wasn't any darkness at all

When you're around, it's hard for me to control myself
I feel like I'm nobody without you
If only wasn't any darkness at all
All I need is you and light

I feel like I'm nobody without you
When the sun sets at night
All I need is you and light
When the sun rises, the darkness fades away


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TENDER WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT



Tender whispers adrift in the night
pillow talk, memories, how their love grew
two souls combine to withstand the fight

Dark shadows linger just out of sight
face to face, eye to eye, talking fears through
their tender whispers drift through the night

Angels await to take him to the light
fingers entwined, hearts beating true
two souls combine to withstand the fight

True love undaunted, soaring in flight
together forever, stronger as two
and tender whispers still drift in the night

Realizing dreams may ne’re come to light
forever together, now numbered too few
as two souls combine to withstand the fight

Heart to heart, hand in hand, facing their plight
listening to the wind and talking to the stars
tender whispers drift through the night
as two souls combine to withstand the fight.


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Villanelle for the Death of Archery

There are far too many things that you don't know
The revelry and squalor tucked away
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

A million little boxes in a row
To bury or to swallow was the game
There are far too many things that you don't know

Choked it down the prickles of my throat
Then replaced my shovel with a spade
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

The perfect Swedish angel in the snow
The sickness that I still feel to this day
There are far too many things that you don't know

I loved you then I love you now and so
Painful that it has to be this way
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

Complacency and solemn still the bow
The quivver and the arrows won't obey
There are far too many things that you don't know
It's time to pull the curtain on my show


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Retort from Inside the Eggshell

I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
Through countless absurdities I held my tongue
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I mastered the rules willing all to be well
As you blitzed career ladders splintering each rung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

I laid low, so fierce your desire to excel
Your mint julep put-downs like scorpions stung
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I wallowed in patience, don’t ask and don’t tell
I begged your repentance where hope’s crosses hung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

A childishly reckless, indulged Southern Belle 
Your frivolous insults so flippantly flung
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

For years poise and wit lulled me lame with their spell
I yearned for the charmed days when love’s fruits first sprung
But your mind’s locked up tight in a bright padded cell
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
While you courted your daydreams from hell.


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Let Not Love Take Your Life and Soul

Let not love take your life and soul.
Love should be cherished with no martyr.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

One love may be forever, while another may troll.
This may trigger heartbreak, this would be harder,
Let not love take your life and soul.

These days they may think there is a better role.
Especially if they meet a so called charmer,
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

You may be left without anyone to console.
Though you still have such gracious honor,
Let not love take your life and soul.

You may feel you are lost inside a hole.
You only have to look for new love to conquer.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Take out your lonesomeness for a little stroll.
Forget the past, let not your hate harbor
Let not love take your life and soul.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.


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Wish eyes could speak the entire tale

Though words many to form a phrase
All fall less in a deep touching phase
Wish eyes could speak the entire tale

True feelings so explicit yet unsaid
Fumbling being an orator of grade
Though words many to form a phrase

Resorting to some guide or primer help
In real life story words go to enjoy the sail 
Wish eyes could speak the entire tale

Counseled so many friends on love affair
When experienced by self dwelling despair 
Though words many to form a phrase

Heart rings the rhyme yet face turns pale
Fear of getting rejected or losing the race
Wish eyes could speak the entire tale

Finally learned the script to express all
But standing in oblivion with open arms
Though words many to form a phrase
Wish eyes could speak the entire tale


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REAL LOVE-Lasting Love

It flows like spring out of a perfect pair,
Quantum and sparkles of joy made it real,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

Some had suffered heart breaks which is not fair,
For their words were void with no secured seal,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair.

True love and care,with goodwill is so glare,
Sadness and trails came,made our hope refill,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

Though fights ensure,but we settle them there,
Right from the start we prepared for this deal,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair.

Gossips,hatred,we sailed through;cost we bear,
Fire of love burns in our hearts with strong feel,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

O death!you came but failed,truth is our heir,
Though you have gone,you are in my heart still,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.


Theme:Lasting Love  ;Date:1-13-2012


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How I long to behold thy flawless face,

Oh, how I long to behold thy flawless face, 
Glorious God, how I long to know you more
Singing, singing thy sweet song… amazing grace

Oh, I would love to be in that priceless place
Thy terrific and eternal treasure store 
Oh, how I long to behold thy flawless face

I don’t want to stay down in this sensual space
Enroll me into the fold where I’ll hail and adore,
Singing, singing thy sweet song… amazing grace

Show me, thy golden glow, glory and grace.
Remove all roadblocks on my way I implore.
How I long to behold thy flawless face.

Help me to run and win this righteous race
Save me from thorns that stings me sore,
Singing, singing thy song… amazing grace

In that gorgeous garment with a lovely lace
In the place you made for those who love your lore
Oh. how I long to behold thy flawless face
Singing, singing thy sweet song… amazing grace


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How I long to behold thy flawless face,

Oh, how I long to behold thy flawless face, 
Glorious God, how I long to know you more
Singing, singing thy sweet song… amazing grace

Oh, I would love to be in that priceless place
Thy terrific and eternal treasure store 
Oh, how I long to behold thy flawless face

I don’t want to stay down in this sensual space
Enroll me into the fold where I’ll hail and adore,
Singing, singing thy sweet song… amazing grace

Show me, thy golden glow, glory and grace.
Remove all roadblocks on my way I implore.
How I long to behold thy flawless face.

Help me to run and win this righteous race
Save me from thorns that stings me sore,
Singing, singing thy song… amazing grace

In that gorgeous garment with a lovely lace
In the place you made for those who love your lore
Oh. how I long to behold thy flawless face
Singing, singing thy sweet song… amazing grace


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In Sickness and In Silence

Endless masquerade I despise 
No longer am I able to tolerate this feigned smile 
Struggling to hide this inferno of contempt in a guise.
 
Oh Please, I do not wish for you to sympathize 
This is why I must go this extra draining mile 
Endless masquerade I despise.
 
A silent scream from inside is my well-earned prize
For these surrounding cherished faces are oblivious all the while
Struggling to hide this inferno of contempt in a guise.
 
But will this heavy stone lodged in my throat lead to a forgotten demise?
As I madly crawl down this heavily perfumed white rose colored aisle
Endless masquerade I despise.
 
Now I stand seemingly faithful to the stranger beside me and recognize
A hint of despair in his own strained smile
Struggling to hide an inferno of contempt in a guise.
 
Oh deadly facade of happiness we must both advertise 
The act of mutual deception is certainly vile
Endless masquerade I despise
Struggling to hide this inferno of contempt in a guise.


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A day late and a dollar short

Have you ever heard the expression a day late and a dollar short.
Because when it comes to this girl I was and this is how it goes.
A day late and a dollar short.
A cluster of feelings I’m still trying to sort.
Still thinking I have a opportunity to cross the threshold to her heart.
But if I try it will be her and my best friend I depart.
 I Know I cant do that because I am a better friend.
But if I don’t our friendship might soon end.
I cant fight the feelings for her I still contain.
All this pressure will soon make me insane.
Most people in  all probability would crack and take their life.
Not knowing the one’s they will leave in strife.
If making them both happy means being together.
Then I guess God plan for my life is even better.
Just a day late and a dollar short.
Knowing there together they’ll have my support.


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Dancing On Eggshells

I danced on eggshells year after year
‘Til all that remained was sand
Still you wonder how we ever got here.

Paths strewn with landmines, shrapnel and fear
You won't hold me or reach for my hand
I danced on eggshells year after year

Emotional cruise control set in fifth gear
So sure of your map of the land
Still you wonder how we ever got here

“You don’t really feel, think or be that way, dear”
My smolder threatened flames when you fanned
I danced on eggshells year after year.

Protestations of reverence belied by your sneer
While insisting that all was just grand
Still you wonder how we ever got here.

For too long preachy voices were all I could hear
Divorce seals your fate as one damned
But my soul starved of love groaned and sighed my mind clear
I danced on eggshells year after year
Still you wonder how we ever got here.


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Yesterday's Pains by Ron Porter

Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
my beloved is by my side today,
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow

Each failed romance seemed a deathblow
that rendered my world barren and gray.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow.

Old hatreds and hurts,? ?i used to borrow
as armor, to shield me from the fray.
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow!

No more, in morose misery,? ?do i wallow.
Tears and fears can't hang me in their sway.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow

No longer does self-pity rip and harrow,
Ancient injuries are starting to fade away
I won't? ?need yesterday's pains tomorrow

Each moment once was too bitter to swallow.
Now the savor of your love flavors every day
Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow.


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My Precious Daughter

We met when you were three
I know you like to climb trees
My precious daughter
you like hearts and butterflies
you always try new things that sometimes make you cry
mom tells you it is a good try
My precious daughter
you always giggle
when you get tickled
My precious daughter
I am the only mom you've really had
this makes my heart so very glad
My precious daughter
when you get sick and don't feel good
I will take care of you like a good mom should
My precious daughter
I love my precious daughter so very much
I love her hugs and kisses my heart just reaches out to touch
My precious daughter


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You Let Me Sit and Cry

I still wonder your reply
I’ve been waiting so patiently
And yet you let me sit and cry  

I’m always so shy 
Yet I opened my heart for you 
And I still wonder your reply

I have feelings for you, and I don’t wonder why
You know how I feel 
And yet you let me sit and cry  

I looked you in the eye
And told you my secrete  
And I still wonder your reply

My heart was so broken, I thought I might die
You were there the whole time 
And yet you let me sit and cry

I always wished that you were mine
Until now you never knew
And I still wonder your reply
And yet you let me sit and cry


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wish me luck

Standing in the crowd screaming, no one looks
There is no containing this inner riot
A sort of quiet desperation, a silent panic

A trip in the mind back to the beginning
Feeding on the heart, at least its remnants
Standing in the crowd screaming, no one looks

Needing something more to quail the demons
Mending broken bones with more broken bones
A sort of quiet desperation, a silent panic

Memories lost in the chaos of it all, why?
Fetch the saw to amputate the worthless limb
Standing in the crowd screaming, no one looks

Forget about the past, look toward the future
Future not visible, the past seems so inviting
A sort of quiet desperation, a silent panic

Left to rot in the choices that made this empty
Gazing at those who stood and sold themselves
Standing in the crowd screaming, no one looks
A sort of quiet desperation, a silent panic 


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When Love is Pure





When love is pure, a beauty calls my name,
to see her light upon my guilt and fear,
I hide my heart behind these walls of shame.

I used to think that love was just a game,
and played the best but never drawing near,
when love is pure, a beauty calls my name.

Until the day she took my heart to tame
with gentle kindness, love then became clear,
I hide my heart behind these walls of shame.

In her embrace, my past remained the same,
how can I be worth this, her heart so dear
when love is pure, a beauty calls my name,

In that first kiss my soul released its blame,
her love dried the very last lonely tear,
I hide my heart behind these walls of shame.

Her touch incites my soul to dance in flame,
to enter in the light within her sphere,
when love is pure and beauty calls my name,
I hide my heart behind these walls of shame.





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reconciled differences

Sitting alone in the fog
Rendered motionless, and speechless
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Wandering in and out of madness
Gripping to sanity with one last dying breath
Sitting alone in the fog

Clinging to one last memory
Trying not to slip into unconsciousness
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Rain pouring down, burns the skin
Air too thick to breathe
Sitting alone in the fog

Relationship with the stars and moon
Bringing back the lost feeling
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Stitches lignin all major arteries
Pulling at these stitches in the dark
Sitting alone in the fog
Trying to remember that lost feeling


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Natural Temptation

While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Haunted Passion multiplies per heartbeat              
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Though the past has left an impression,
New Hunger hunts an old bed-sheet
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

“No,” should speak an easy confession,
But loneliness pressures purity backseat
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Wild thoughts parade with indiscretion
Pendulum emotions erratically repeat
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

Sex brews choice with oppression 
Baking bitter standards so semisweet 
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

A war of feelings with no recession
Continually fight the ache to secrete,
Still, Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.


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emotional eclipse

See her through the minds eye 
Repetitious procrastination in the end
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

Figment of the imagination, personified lie
While mourning her death, this funeral they attend
See her through the minds eye

These dreams take a bad turn and die
Back into nightmares, these wounds will mend
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

Cast out of love? On darkness rely 
All her love into light she’ll send 
See her through the minds eye

Blood rushing. Pressure to the wound apply 
Beware the good in her, not to offend
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

All the dark corners her smile has lightened
Cower in the dark, the nightmares are frightened
See her through the minds eye
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye


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The Scattered Petals of The Rose

What would be the reason, the path that they chose.
In the mind, that point of time, it seemed to be so right;
To walk upon the path of scattered petals of the rose.

New beginnings, wrapped in ribbons and tied with bows;
Veiled with lace and a dress of pearl beads, glisten white.
A dream fulfilled at  the end of the path that they chose.

People gather to witness in their garish clothes;
Seated in anticipation on wooden pews to view hearts in flight.
Watching as the path is scattered with petals of the rose.

Forever, forever is the hope of the vows, and that it grows.
To keep the inner embers glowing, no blinding light;
As not to wilt the scattered petals of the rose.

Challenges the  body, and soul and what they expose.
Always the truth, the need to be right or to be contrite;
Remembering always the reason it was the path they chose.

Not to give in to the intoxicated spite, the loneliness of night;
Viewing the self, reflective and truthful as moonlight.
Remembering always the reason it was path they chose;
To cherish always the path of the fragile petals of the rose.


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Florida Rain

Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain
Water curtains falling upon vistas stricken blind;
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

Terminal concourse swathed in loss and pain,
Blurring out of sight yet clear in mind;
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain.

Bowed heads in knowing full that never the 'twain
Shall meet, nor evermore these souls will find
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

Should alligator jaws from foaming drain
Feast on the last of love that stays behind,
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain?

Storm clouds in the heart and in the brain
Turn darker now than Mother Nature's kind,
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

If only there were some way to obtain
A means by which such love could be enshrined,
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.


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Bathed In Light

The Lady of darkness shares her silver charms
Each night she leads me gently to my sleep
And bids me rest safely in her arms.

The Sun has sunk below the dusky balms
As in the lunar sky stars gently weep
The Lady of darkness shares her silver charms

There is a place to be where nothing harms
And from her love divine my soul can reap
And bids me rest safely in her arms.

I care not for the world of false alarms
Where truth is sold for loving passions cheap
The Lady of darkness shares her silver charms

Yet bathed in light my spirit slowly calms
I feel lunar love o’er me softly creep
And bids me rest safely in her arms.

My eyes behold her face and touch her palm
When pathways home are long and very steep
The Lady of darkness shares her silver charms
And bids me rest safely in her arms.


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only one way

Ah, God, the way your little finger moved 
As you thrust a bare arm backward 
And made play with your hair 
And a comb a silly gilt comb 
Ah, God—that I should suffer 
Because of the way a little finger moved.
  
Dear, I to thee this diamond commend, 
In which a model of thyself I send. 
How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth, 
So just thy face and shape my fancy fitteth. 
The touch will try this ring of purest gold, 
My touch tries thee, as pure though softer mold. 
That metal precious is, the stone is true, 
As true, and then how much more precious you. 
The gem is clear, and hath nor needs no foil, 
Thy face, nay more, thy fame is free from soil. 
You\\\'ll deem this dear, because from me you have it, 
I deem your faith more dear, because you gave it. 
This pointed diamond cuts glass and steel, 
Your love\\\'s like force in my firm heart I feel. 
     But this, as all things else, time wastes with wearing, 
     Where you my jewels multiply with bearing.
My lady\\\'s presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily\\\'s leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun\\\'s and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, 
But came the waves and washed it away: 
Again I wrote it with a second hand, 
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. 
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay 
A mortal thing so to immortalize! 
For I myself shall like to this decay, 
And eek my name be wiped out likewise. 
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise 
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: 
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, 
And in the heavens write your glorious name; 
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, 
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly, 
White as the sun, fair as the lily, 
          Heigh ho, how I do love thee! 
I do love thee as my lambs 
Are belovëd of their dams—
          How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me!


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My Precious Daughter

We met when you were three
I know you like to climb trees
My precious daughter
you like hearts and butterflies
you always try new things that sometimes make you cry
mom tells you it is a good try
My precious daughter
you always giggle
when you get tickled
My precious daughter
I am the only mom you've really had
this makes my heart so very glad
My precious daughter
when you get sick and don't feel good
I will take care of you like a good mom should
My precious daughter
I love my precious daughter so very much
I love her hugs and kisses my heart just reaches out to touch
My precious daughter


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The Heat of Love

Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat,
The separation between our bodies is quite a shame;
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

Your lips grace mine; I taste your mouth tender and sweet,
Upon my bodily form you have certainly staked your claim
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat.

You lock hands with me as we walk this street
Into my ear you faintly whisper my name,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

The thumping upon the grounds emits from our feet,
My eyes are captivated by your imposing frame,
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat.

Entangled within each others souls no other shall we greet
Our love is a candle, within our hearts the flame,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

We have overcome many a callous feat,
Togetherness remained our endless aim.
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.


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The Empty Hall

She quietly paces the hall.
Gentle tears stream down her face
As she stares at a blank white wall.

The doctor steps out to make the final call.
Her heart begins to pound and race
As she quietly paces the hall.

She ignores all
And she tries to accept this dreadful fate
As she stares at a blank white wall.

Crumpling her tissue into a ball.
She thinks about her long lost soul mate
And quietly paces the hall/

Her eyelids droop and she yawns
As it gets to be very late
But she just stares at a blank white wall.

She ignores all
As the nurses watch her wait.
They watch her pace the hall
As she stares at the blank white wall.


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another way to look at things

The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.
Taking hold of something new. Oh so nervous.
The grass seems to be dying again.

The dead trees grow, spiraling toward heaven.
Retreat to the past, feelings fluttering back inside.
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.

Pains throbbing, back aching. No that’s the heart.
Scarf warming, winter chill, feeding the menace.
The grass seems to be dying again.

Purple flowers emanating thoughts of sorrow.
Bleeding into the pens ink. Taking back to the cosmos.
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.

Moist ground, morning holds such beauty.
Fountains of white gold, fill the mind. Euphoric.
The grass seems to be dying again.

Stuttering fears hold back. Contemplating suicide.
Breaking the silence with a scream, painful outcry
The dawn, rebirth. Awakening. This one shutters.
The grass seems to be dying again.


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Not only the cat

When curiosity consumes the mind
and thoughts are captured in a moment’s glance,
to trade control for instinct unrefined

is wandering through feeling’s forest, blind
to where it leads. I never can advance
when curiosity consumes the mind

for in that journey, part is left behind - 
the part that knows the perils of romance!
To trade control for instinct unrefined

allows the truth to find me intertwined
among the waves of some forgotten dance
when curiosity consumes the mind.

In bending so, this life becomes confined,
and purposeful transforms into mere chance;
to trade control for instinct unrefined,

forget they are within myself combined, 
will blur the right, the negative enhance:
when curiosity consumes the mind,
to trade control for instinct unrefined.


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thou shall not weep...

Can you see the abandoned heart?
A pale moon dying, release the cold.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

Bringing it all back into the light.
Watching everything, seeing nothing.
Can you see the abandoned heart?

All alone the tears turn into blood.
All alone lost in the misery, better leave.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

The soul bleeds endlessly, crying for her.
This blood cupped in the hands remains.
Can you see the abandoned heart?

The fire consumes the soul entirely.
The weight of the pain, immortal.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

Temptation calls from the depths
Oblivion beckons with its loneliness 
Can you see the abandoned heart?
Just sitting around waiting for death.


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A First Night Kiss (Villanelle)


Upon the breath of Auld Langsyne
the lips of new love locked in kiss
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.

My ears gone deaf, my eyes gone blind
in static of electric hiss
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne

The tickle up and down my spine
a moment captured, I'd not miss
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.

The bells of morrow  ring the time
the chimes of midnight ignite bliss
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne.

Inebriated by love's wine,
the sweetest taste; it must be this,
two spirits one, sweetly entwined.

Tomorrow new, the past behind
while yesterday the chimes dismiss.
Two spirits one, sweetly entwined
upon the breath of Auld Langsyne.


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it has been torn...

In desperate need of a needle and thread. 
Bringing the pain back into the light.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.

This chest growing heavy, filling with dread.
Could not lift it up, with all of my might.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.

Don’t touch that, take this heart instead.
The thought of the toxins, fill me with fright.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.

These visions and nightmares dance in my head.
I could even have wings, and never take flight.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.

Nothings been seen, and nothings been said.
For nothings been heard, and no ones in sight.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.

The soul must be dying, for all fear has fled.
Not god nor devil could understand my plight.
In desperate need of a needle and thread.
This heart on the floor, is already dead.