Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
as we walked the beach
the pink skies softened the tide
and smoothed lines in our faces....
your hand reached out to mine
to touch a girl you once knew
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
Today opening my door to descent the steps to visit my garden
makes my dreams come true, my green garden enlightens
my heart most of the time i spend it there, whispering with
my roses, watching the very old green trees, watering the
green grass, i love it.
Suddenly my heart starts beating just found an envelope with
white roses sleeping at my doorsteps, anxious to discover the
sender, with a huge smile my surprise, it was from my darling,
You are the woman of my dreams, I am taking the liberty to
announce, you are my reason to live, if you are not in my life
I will not tolerate my existence one moment longer, I need to
become stronger to carry you towards our love nest share our
hot body, love the love that will slowly put off that burning fire
between us under our green trees very soon.
Lay your roses down, free your hand to hold mine, together,
we will walk towards our green garden and dream of that day
when our eyes will meet to become bride and bridegroom
surrounded by the green trees everywhere, friends clapping
so hard for us to engage with that beautiful touch of our lips,
a sign you belong to me forever.
Will you marry me my woman with green eyes? Oh! yes yes
I screamed not realizing he is not here but a letter in my
hand, the invitation for my own wedding, how blessed we are.
The weather was happy the full moon lighted up the outside
view to watch my roses blossom and maybe tomorrow we will
walk together not only to get married we will upgrade our
thoughts to the highest peak,we will reach our goals by living
as one, we will enjoy whenever we can and endure when we must,
we will not anticipate trouble or unhappiness about what may
or may not happen, but we will walk towards our green garden,
soon as husband and wife.
We will not allow any obstacle stop us from becoming what
needed to be successful, in love always, my heart was
instantly beating towards positive thoughts a husband to love
to sleep with, to cook, to wash, to wake up in the morning have
our cup of coffee in the fresh air, i will stand by my man,
no matter what.
A beautiful marriage in my green garden, all surrounded by huge
green trees ancient as this house belonged to my grandfather
and I inherited it.
I felt like getting married with all those greeneries surrounding
our guests i will place 100 white chairs on each side on the green
grass, and the aisle in the middle with green ribbons on the chairs,
at the end will be the priest standing behind a white table on it
a beautiful green table cloth the chalice and cross next to the bible
between white roses and greeneries.
I need to sleep to wake up early run to my garden and prepare
the roses to share and whisper to me how beautiful they will
become on that unforgettable day, the green grass will emerge
to beautify their existence for our guests, the huge green trees
will wave endlessly with the wind, a flow of some breeze.
We will be married as soon as he walks through my door,maybe today, tomorrow or after tomorrow.
Now we became a family with my green garden it will live to shine and
share the amazing wedding of two lovers married at last with the green
beauty of our garden.
At that moment my thoughts tried to trick me in a discrete
conversation saying, how do you know you will be happy?
can you guarantee that happiness will exist? those were my
repulsive thoughts, disregarding them, i shook my head
with sophistication a vigorous reply we will become
Thee couple in love forever.
Our unique marriage in our Green Garden Of Eden was televised that day
a huge surprise to us and our guests by a close friend as a wedding gift.
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Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013
Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
And in the lengthening light the tender green steals up
Through the retreating ice and snow
As the lands rise fresh and free from the deathlike sleep again,
To play the full young mother dressed out in life itself,
Strolling through the warming, waxing sun.
Growth and generation give the lie
To the empty time so short before
Everything renewed proclaims its exoneration from stasis
And beauty runs riot, freed from its long waiting
To declare its immortality again.
And for he and she love grows anew
In the hopes reborn in the spring's thaw
The heart's slow healing gathers force with the blooming
As they pull the threads of their lives back together,
Sewing them closer with trust and forgiveness,
Going on again in the thousand-odd ways
That make a single life of two.
Love trumpets again its smug triumph
Through the wakening world,
For it too is one of the old, strong forces,
The one that holds together what would fain break itself apart
To its own rack and ruin;
The ultimate surgeon,
Healing with slow steely cuts
Cauterizing the strangely sweet wells of pain
With unquenchable fire
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2013
Generous nature nurturing our plants and family too
Altruism sprinkled with lots of hopes and loving care
Reaching for the sun and spreading warmth to many souls
Daffodils her Springtime flower pushing through the ground
Energetic grandchildren are fertilized with play
Neila My Forever Love, The Gardener of My Dreams
©2013 Rick Zablocki
Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013
Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.
Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.
Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.
Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him
Condemned to go on without her,
Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale
In a language without words.
And something breaks
In that moment when she gently folds
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.
Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
And waters run clear beneath the snow.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2013
Old bells chime clear in the night air;
Bats fly low and swoop on the *tare.
It’s wrong of me to hold your hand?
In the last of sun’s rays, gold band.
A white mist rolls in from the sea;
It shrouds and cloaks you and me.
I can drown in your corn blue eyes;
Your gaze is where all my hope lies.
Crops sway in the air on firm stem;
Ripe on the cream stalks which bear them.
Our love we do not speak of alone
But we are ripe in our age and one.
Weeds had grown in all of our lives,
dictate direction of our drives.
Dedicated to my husband, Ben.
*Tare [Pronounced ter]: In the Bible, a weed found growing among crops, usually considered to be darnel.
Darnel: Any of several usually weedy ryegrasses (genus Lolium)
Rhyming couplets chased by an un-rhymed couplet.
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013
Written September 8, 2013
Hey dear lover
Can you make me a believer in another
We both know that it's killing us this way
'Cause the ends of the earth still move
And the falling leaves dance in circles
All around you
Cutting holes in the paper
On which I write this letter
Saying, "I really hope that this gets better"
For the sake of involved
Before this binding resolution gets resolved
But I don't mind chasing thunder
Through the darkest nights
But if I never find the light
Then I just might lose my sight, over you
But what's the use
You've only caused me more and more abuse
That's why I write this letter
Saying, "why'd I ever think that it'd get better"
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
Walk with me
the water's edge,
when the sun
and sea have met...
Our shadow's long,
the day is gone,
but it's not
dark just yet...
A kiss, and passion
fills our souls,
as the beauty
of the night unfolds...
- in silhouette,
we share the stars
beyond the sunset...
Copyright © 2011
Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013
Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.
Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.
relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.
who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.
Copyright © Haley Corthell | Year Posted 2013
Wisdom can be rationally and exegetically discerned,
because we syntax information through multisystemic RNA,
nutrition's regenerating root health development system.
Natural system wisdom transfigures mundane to sacred,
because we are omnipresently synergetic nature.
Wisdom, like natural religion, evolves toward transcendence,
because human bicameral nature
requires economic cooperative intent
prime rooted (0)-soul Positive Proof exegetical assumption,
we are each intended for this time together in this place.
Wisdom resonates and resolves multisystemically,
liturgical in Universal Law rhythms, patterns,
sounds and sights and smells,
tastes and feelings of gravity
toward nutritional liturgy
and away from toxic intent,
away from negalive dissonant practices,
away from sub-optimizing monocultures
of entropic chaos.
Wisdom comprehends Ego's relationship with land,
sea and sky,
Earth and Earth's speciating Tribes, people;
wisdom appreciates relationship with Other natural systems
not as "ownership"
but as a mutuality contract,
between human natures co-mentoring our personal ecosystems.
A local ecosystem
a humanely discontinuous yet integral portion of Mother Earth
and Her curious produce descended from generations past,
evolved onto this place in this time;
This sacred marriage double-binds my agreement
to care for Her as She has cared for all EarthTribes,
including those within my skin.
Mutually cooperative ownership is,
a sacred Partnership Contract,
a marriage rite
opening Ego's future home life toward co-redeeming liturgies,
with diurnal solar and monthly lunar,
perennial seasonal completion
of rings around our mutually branching tree of life;
until Ego's body returns into,
becomes entirely absorbed within,
Wisdom becomes passionately discerned
through ecojustice of peace copresent,
a permacultural engagement,
forecasting multisystemic polyculturally cooperative outcomes.
what can I say,
Sometimes things just turn out that way?
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
as the daisy petal drops silver dew
on the green moss carpet down below
little buds budding far and few
drinking and sipping as it grew
tiny mass of mosstly plush
stilled the patter of feet in rush
tiny rodent playful mouse
running home to mousey spouse
feet wet with dampened dew
over tiny landscape flew
loving whiskers touching nose
twitching twitterly happy prose
home and heart safe and sound
under brush within a mound
home is where the hearts do meet
at the end of wet tracks of little feet
Moss softly = mosstly
Twitterly = twitter happily
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
bulb, pit, core, root
I like to keep them out of my boot.
entrance, exit, port, hatch
I have one made of thatch.
candy, sweets, pie, cake
Those are what I eat and bake.
rescue, help, assist, recover
Someone to save I will discover.
hitched, matched, wedded
This is one thing I've always dreaded.
Copyright © Zoe Isaacson | Year Posted 2014
Beautiful pink clouds
Mixed with blue sky and water.
Rocks host their wedding.
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
Partnerships contract primal economic,
cultural rights between consenting mutually subsidiary parties;
ecojustice solidarity mentors relationship-building.
Marriage contracts regenerate deep ecological sacred rite,
a liturgy of procreative mutual polarity and parity
Iconic of nature's quintessential binomiality,
bionically balanced as dipolar "tension" or intention
and daily life-recommitted liturgical practice
of mutually subsidiary economic
and ecological perma-cooperative Union.
Ecology includes biological systems,
but also binomial self-regeneratively organized information systems,
and natural systemic Yang/Yin balance
and root-systemic nutritional flow functions.
Ecotherapeutic contracts evolve best
composted equal partners
of Wisdom's gravity frequency patterns
AND Light's sensed humor functional flow rhythm.
We evolve a darkside for every exegetical Truth,
just as we revolve a lighter side to every False-False,
Fear of Fear Itself,
Love of Beloved Bicameral WeSelf
Not Negativing our Double-Binding
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Sky, mountain reflects...
Hills are joined in wedded bliss.
Rocks watch in silence.
Inspired by Morning Ambiance
Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2010
Open Your Eyes and See
Open your eyes and see
it was you that was made for me
so hold out you arms and cuddle me
let me lean on you and you lean on me
we will last until infinity
Open your eyes and see
just what you mean to me
take my hand and lets go off to wonderland
course your my one and only man
so baby please open your eyes and see
only you mean the world to me
my one and only true fantasy
the sweetest man ill ever meet
so open your eyes and see
oh baby its me so open your heart to a brand new start and
set it free course only your love romances me so give me a kiss
and don't dare miss course every day your sure to reminisce
open your eyes and see just how much you mean to me
i don't need you leaving me
Lonely Heart aka Sherell Crumpton
Copyright © Sherell Crumpton | Year Posted 2013
How beautiful it was when the sun shone
And I walked with you,my dear husband, through the gardens.
How happy I was to sit with you by the lake
and to hear the water from the fountain splash.
It's our our favourite music now we cannot visit the sea
To hear the tide rush in,then fall sucking on the shingley beach.
But I see it in my minds eye.
Aldeburgh,the fishing boats go out at sunrise.
I awoke early and saw the sun across the sea
and the boats setting out in the soft light.
Dunwich,the heath filled with birds
the cliff and the beach where sometimes one can find marble
from one of the many churches washed away by the encroaching sea.
And Southwold,the marsh so quiet I heard crickets.
We went across the Blyth in the rowing boat
And saw the place from which our picture of Walberswick was painted...
If only life could be captured,slowed, for a few minutes
for us to receive the beauty and hear the sound of the sea
The everlasting music of the heart
Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2013
Wonderful day marriage of earth
And sky_cool, sunny, pleasant breeze
Birds sing rejoicing Savior's worth
All of nature seem at their ease
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
The newest Leap Year beckons women to make a heartfelt move
while promising to be true to the soul and actions
I have knelt down because it's time that I propose to you,
even impromptu, promising to say "I do" with Celtic words: Aoibhneas, Baile.
I love you for your distinct virtues. Please, do not misconstrue this vow that I now renew.
You're likely to be amazed by such words of praise coming from me
But you should know that I love you verily; I've reappraised the situation,
And I'm all aglow when I think of the stargazed dream
Such a marriage could set us free and raise our expectations, we who are Vikings!
If I don't take the chance to propose during our dance, four years will pass again with less romance; thus, it's best I write these words of confession to you with my own pen rather than to keep them suppressed, all the while,
Promising that my vow will be acknowledged by God above who blesses our love, still expressed while un-professed
My mind reaches out to you, boundlessly and timelessly, no matter what you say or do, thereunto, without any borders to keep my love away; I invite your imagination to fly with thoughts of the magnificent adulation and how I'll reveal my heart to you, going on a mountain rendezvous, with vegetables overgrown in your garden where they thrived,
Undervalued for such a long time while nature embraced you in a breakthrough,
Growth arose with the sound of bells nearby--chiming, dancing, and chanting in rhythm, the mountains, all the time, dipping into the valley to meet you in peace.
This year will be Leap Year, it's true, and all I want to do
Is marry you. No more, no less, only to achieve heartfelt happiness.
I'll view you through the misconstrued residue of my own true love.
Copyright © Laura G Sweeney | Year Posted 2016