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In An Autumn Kiss

I t’s in an Autumn kiss I feel again
N ostalgic yearning for the yet-to-be.

A wakened, I’m released from the mundane.
N o other kiss inspires so magically 

A s fall’s! I breathe her colors in and sigh. . .  .
U nleashed, I soar with leaves, for it’s a thrill
T o taste the wind and dance into the sky.
U nclad and glad, I swirl with clouds until
M isgivings come to me. Then down I float.
N aive as always, I’ve been led by this

K iss, for now a melancholy note
I s drifting through a mist. Farewell to bliss.
S oon winter will embrace me though I know
S eduction comes less easily by snow.


An Acrostic in Sonnet form, Written Aug. 26, 2012 for Francine Roberts' Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest


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Winter

Winter at times became a paradise lost-and-found  
I recall huddling over a static, crackling old radio
News announcement: School canceled tomorrow!.....
The yard oh my the yard, buried in a blanket of quiet 
Even the fence posts wear tilted, funny white hats
Rabbit and sparrow tracks in the snow...

Submitted for: Charlotte Puddifoot's Acrostic contest


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His Smile Awaits

He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam

Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation

All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory 
Smiles like his have become few and far between


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School Days!

School Days!
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem

   Summer HOT fun filled days with plays and toys  
   Cease! And school begins for girls and for boys. 
   Holidays in the winter and the spring, 
   Outdoors sports: football, baseball and swim team.
   Old friends and new friends are joined together. 
   Laughter and learning gifts of forever-  

  Ding. Dong. Ding. Go inside.  It’s time to spell.
  Arithmetic. Reading. Writing.  DO TELL!  
  Youngsters when asked what they like to do best.
  Simply answer, of course, “We love recess!”


Contributing Poets: (Listed in alphabetical order)  Carol Brown, Deborah Guzzi, Carrie 
Richards, Dane Smith-Johnsen, and 
Sharon Weimer    (We did it!)


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Great White Sheets

So....you show your frozen face?
Nipping on my face and feet
Oh, to find a warmer place
Where the sun melts this white sheet

Frosty ground, and white adorn
Alas, I feel this darkness, cold
Live this dreary, dreary morn 
Longing for the sunlights hold
Snow upon my blue grass land

Drifts of chill where I now stand
On streets that once held sunlight
Wishing for Springs gentle hand
Needing now, the blue sky, bright


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Girls Don't Wear Bermuda Shorts!

O ther misconceptions of my
H ome of birth and where I spent some of my

Y outh is that 
E veryone lives in mud huts and wears grass
S kirts as tourists are greeted at the airport.

B ermuda is a place of 
E xceptions in that as of course the world economy is changing, that for a small island
   it is still one of the
R ichest nations on the Earth! 
M any of the people you might see on the street, if any, are not poor; but, because of the
U nbelievably high cost of living has to
D eal with finding a roof over their head hard.
A lso, while some things might have come to the 

I sland a little later than the states, we are not a barefoot, backwoods people 
T hat don't know anything and are in constant awe of the 
S treams of people who visit us.

Y ou tourists are graced with an island and a people
O f  beauty, Godly fear, and an
U nbelievable strength that has fought off one natural disaster

A fter another.
N o other island is graced with our beautiful pink-sanded beaches.
D iversity is reached with people from South America, Europe, the Azores, North America, as
   well as  

M any other islands and nations.
E ach and every house, as well as it people are "cemented in colour and everlasting pride"!

(The acrostic spells out a song that I used to sing constantly when I was little.)



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Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


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Hello Kitty



Had a Hello Kitty T-shirt not that long ago
Even, a backpack with Kitty holding a flower
Lots of pens and pads adored my desk
Loved that cute little cat, really I did
Overtime, I had to grow up, sadly

Kitty is for kids, so it is said
Instead, I now have the real thing
The fat one is called Pearl Kitty
The skinny one is called Violet Kitty 
Yes, I kept the backpack, it was just too cute



Acrostic

January 19, 2012



For the Hello Kitty Contest


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Autumn Memories

Alluring Fall dew upon spider silk,
Unerringly takes me back to my youth.
To a time of those magical days,
Uncanny, how the heart follows suit,
Melting away the years with each beat.
Nostalgic images of playing in leaves,
Melds with the draw of freshly baked goods, while
Earthly scents, sweetly perfume the crisp breeze.
Mom and Grandma, the house they'd transform, with
Ornamental gourds in willow baskets,
Red maple leaves nestled in with pine cones, 
Intricately quilted, down filled blankets.
Every Autumn, I take that long stroll,
Steeped in memories formed deep in my soul.

9/2/12


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Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)

Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)	
(9.7.10)

Passion
Overwhelmed
Elementary
Thoughts.
Roaming
Youth
Saw
Out,
Under
Pen.

Prolific
Obsession
Engrossed
Time.
Rhythm
Yielded
Structure;
Observation
Unleashed
Power.

Pride
Offered
Extroversion.
Trajectory
Rose,
Yet
Self-doubt
Occurred.
Undercurrent
Pulled.

Pushed
On;
Expanded
Tools;
Read.
Yesterday
Stopped
Overstaying-
Usurping
Present.

Posted
Online.
Enjoy
The
Rhymes
You 
Share
Openly,
Unexpected
Peers.


            I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong.  I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts.  This is, truly, a special community.  
            Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.


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The Angel I Knew

The Angel I Knew


Skin so fair like snow as no comparison
With hair so wild and eyes which shows,
somewhat sad and yet fear-ish glow. 
How long do you plan to keep me
by your side?
Under you spell by sound of voice,I fall 
to my knees for you.Batter,broken and scared
Yet even betrayed I'll stay by your side loyal
and proud foremost happy. As I stand by your
Side I look into your eyes.
The turning leaves rain upon your head.
The worse be I captivated by you.With your 
Snowy white skin
Wild hair and twilighted eyes
You spread your angelica wings,you took off leaving me
But with beautiful memories,So that I never forget
Well see each other again.
But for now 
Your The Angel I once Knew


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INFATUATION

Inflow of confetti, brings happiness and fun
Newly wed romance in the November sun
From the valley of dreams, mid the hills and dales
Azure the sky and green the vales
Tantalizing melodies in the afternoon air
Unaware of love lingering everywhere
Against the backdrop of a cloudless sky
The snow capped mountain stands so high
Infatuation or love? A beautiful sight
Oblivious of day turning into night
Nostalgia enters, and music plays in the moonlight.


© Hazel


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DANCING WITH THE STARS

Sometimes I sit in wonder,
Thinking about
All the stories
I so fondly
Remember from Uncle
Walter; telling me
About his experiences during WWII, oh so many 
Years ago.

There were so many stories of considerable note but
Only the ones where he danced with many of

Those movie “starlets” at the
“Hollywood Canteen” still brings joy to my heart for him.
Each time he was there, many of those beautiful women

Sought his handsome and genteel 6’4” company on the dance floor.
Then out of the hundreds of G.I’s on the dance floor,
Ava Gardner ran up to him saying “Hello Walter, I saw you when you came in the door!”
Receiving a permanent war disability and never married, Walter made it to 2011.
Somehow, I want to believe Walter and Ava are now dancing on the stairway to heaven.


By John Trusty for the acrostic, “stairway to the stars” contest. 

This a true story about the second of many more times Walter danced with Ava Gardner at the “Hollywood Canteen.” Walter must have been one hell of a memorable dancer.


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A Day Out

Picnic blanket, breeze caught, and spread out on the grassy                hill.                                                      

Adults only on nostalgia trip roll down bank and spin as a                    top

Rays of sunshine shoot out from the bottom                                         of

Turquoise edged cloud, which hovers over the cliff side                        rocks

Youthful exuberances displayed in kite swirling                                     formation

                                                          

Tasting picked berries and collecting them for later to put them            in

Iced buns and lemonade taken down to the naturist beach                 area

moorings which have boats for hire and voting which one                    of

either group would be the first to strip off au                                        natural

Sun sets on the horizon, deepening to an amber hue in it's final          beauty


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Lost Love

L ife without you is not the same
O ut in the dark alone
S till hear the echo of your name
T aunted by the unknown

L ost without your loving touch
O nly you can give to me
V oid now, I miss you so much
E veryone can see


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Collecting the Girl

All her pill boxes
understood to be collectibles
neatly arranged on her coffee table
treasured baubles, bits of metal

Varying uniquely in size, in color
each in a replica of someone's dream
rare in their form,
nearly minted in quality
entrancing small fingers and innocent eyes
telling their stories with secret compartments
tendered with nimblest artisan hands
existing, cocooned, in the quiet of her living room, an urban museum...


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Hello

H ere you are
E ntering my life
L ike a ghost from the past.
L ong lost and found again
O ccluding the present.


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CONSTANCE

C ome,colour my canvas mind again with your white ink,
O pen up those horizons for another flight~~
N ostalgic,melancholic and sublime,
S ing again those pleasant serenades
T ranquilizing my mind with soft words,
A nd let me see the world through those eyes
N esting a bird called sorrow,
C arelessly leaving its impression in my mind
E verlasting and almost eternal.




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By:kashinath karmakar (10th January, 2012)


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Delighted Dreamy Eyes

Beneath the golden sunset two lovers watch the skies.
Embraces race straight to the heart where true love lay.
Arise, oh, soul and sing; great joy brings this surprise.
“Charming,” held me on the beach; my prince passed life's way. 
Hopefulness bequeathed sweet tears to delighted dreamy eyes. 
 
Beneath the night-lights in the sky, a million twinkles sparked.
Loneliness was chased away; sorrows succumbed to daze.
Alluring dreams and tenderness anticipated; trust embarked.
Neolithic passion paved the way into my heart, oh, happy days.
Kisses and caresses tattooed two souls with love's eternal mark. 
Everlastingly life, now shared, grows, friendship still ablaze.
Together, walking winding roads through hardships and fairways. 

Before the sunrise burst the dream, blankets blew in sand.
Interspersed reality saw tomorrow amid floating clouds.
Nonetheless, a princess dreamed; her prince led her by the hand. 
Great, now, is the memory of an envisioned certainty.
Optimisms saved the day when “Happily-ever-after” came my way.

© July 4, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for:  "BEACH BLANKET BINGO" 	
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.


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Shutters creak

 Shutters creak

Come swing closed the shutter and lock the door
For here I shall long for life no more,
Until those things held captive by mortal man
May oft lay hidden and condemned

The castles do crumble through a million days
Back to the stones from where they came,
And the child we loved shall age and wither
Before our maturing eyes

And now the silence, not of the night
Nor a wind through this windows crack,
Where the shutter creaks on its broken hinge
The quiet of the evening is spent


                By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca


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Do You

R oses and rainbows

E veryday being better then the last

M aking love like there was no tomorrow

E njoying the world you live in

M aking plans for your first born

B ehaving like a child once again

E ngaging in talk of yesterdays

R eally living for the day







I wrote this poem in 2007 and am posting it for

you all to read. Do you REMEMBER these things?


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Her Name Is Brittney

Brave hearted, an ambitious soul

Raving beauty, tip of the knoll

Intellectually tops the poll

Thoughtful friend, able to console

Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll

New adventures in her life stroll

Exceptional, she has big goals 

Yearns for actions that make her whole


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Ganjain Heady trips

by Sashi.Prabhu
(17/2/2012)

Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery, T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and noon was history. A smooth trip on mother nature’s bounties rolled on neatly into a joint, It felt all day as me and the bard within went on a trip from reality the shackle disjoint. Rendezvous point was at the foothills of the zeauoxian Milky Way Way beyond my mind can comprehend I see myself move fast and dwindle away. Away, away and far away through starry paths, the galactic colonies and black holes Yesterday seemed like tomorrow and today like the near future, written on ash scrolls Tornados, galactial storms, raining meteorite, planets, and stars I beyond them travel, Oh my body is the ship and my mind the deck console for the paths to ravel. There at a distance I see us approaching Venus, Hovering above hostile mutant colonies with mammals, moth worms and flora genus, Earth behind seemed afar & beautiful and I every moment growing creative and ticinus. Ship trips and galaxial flips, Tardy nites and the dark nicotine stained finger tips, Annular eclipse occurring in my mind’s eye as the white light zips, Rummaging my mindly scripts for notes of melancholy strains as the notes dance on, Slammed by the downer, my trips are done& for another, on ganjain I count upon.


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October Mornings

Oh, the joy of autumn days
Chilly mornings, warmed by the first cup of coffee
The anticipation of Thanksgiving and Christmas
Oatmeal for breakfast - it sticks to the ribs
Beams of sunlight peeping through the blinds
Embers from last night's fire still in the fireplace
Remnants of a late night snack

Memories of bygone years before the kids left home
Occupied by thoughts of laughter
Recalling the days when they were growing up
Nestled in their beds, all toasty and warm
It will never be the same, but oh, the memories
New days ahead to reflect on
Grateful to God for His bountiful blessings
Satisfied life filled with the richness of a loving family


Curtis Moorman
1 October 2011

For the contest - October


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BOSEDE

Beauty and Pride you have gotten even when the road is rough

Oh! Ordinarily, I can’t hold it because you are indeed a substance of emulation at your age.

Seductive and glamorous which other words can I use

Elegant, your taste is high and I love it

Dedicative, you are not workaholic but you take care of everything to avoid lapses

Eminent, your presence is like that of a crowned queen. My princess you are a rare gem. 
                           
                                        I love you.


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Jacob and the Limping Luck

Jacob don't snob,
All others died but you just limp,
Contain your ego within realism,
Obsession discards good fame,
Beware of your luck joyfully.


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A LITTLE LOVE SONG OF LITTLE THINGS

A LITTLE LOVE SONG OF LITTLE THINGS.


There is nothing to say
 no complaints no gratitude,
Your aptitude is right but
 its hindering your attitude!
A glass was my page-
you were my water I thought,
Your love was a sorrowful battle
with tears I fought!!
Every drop of tear
 that wet my eyes,
I hid with smiles 
beneath my cries!
You were the amazing rolling 
waves of the sea that help to sail,
I forgot the same waves turn 
monstrous and the sailors do fail!!
There was a time when 
you had nothing beside you,
A bucket of tears and 
the company of devils in your crew,
There were tears in your eyes
 and a passion of compassion,
The tears turned into laughter
 and so changed your fashion!!
Let me recall today although 
what is done for others must be forgotten,
When you were wet I soaked
 your tears and did swell like the cotton,
When the burden of sorrow 
overlapped your heart-I was the button,
But when prosperity knocks 
men lock their rooms and draw the curtain!!
Who remembers the world beyond the window,
Who cares for the candles when the bulbs glow,
Who remembers the teardrops when they laugh,
Who cares for a muffler when they have the scarf??
Oh girl you forgot your tears
 were not yours they were our,
Oh girl you forgot you were 
not my weakness you’re my power,
Oh girl you forgot the drops of rain
 is purer than the shower,
Oh girl you forgot a garden
 is not garden without the flower!!
Just look outside your window
 the love bees are sad to see us part,
The bulbs may glow your room
 but the candle brightens your heart,
The laughter echoes in the air
 but the teardrops paint your memory,
The scarf may be expensive 
but the old muffler will serve you for free!!
Those drops of tears that’ve 
evaporated are calling us back again,
The sky is gradually darkening
 and reuniting the drops of rain,
 The Garden of Eden is scentless 
and the flowers are numb to bloom,
And the curtain is explosive
 to open and brighten our room!!
I feel a strong sensation 
in me to reunite,
And relive the days 
that’ve gone out of sight,
But the garden will not rejoice 
unless the bees hum and the flowers bloom,
And the flowers will bloom only 
if you hold my hand and walk out of your room!!
Once we are together we’ll go
 back into our lovely loving phase,
And once the grasses grow-
the cows will certainly come to graze,
And once the flowers bloom 
there will soon be humming of the bees,
And again there will be joy in little things-
in candles, mufflers and trees!!
        


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Kilroy Was Here

Kings may come, kings may go, 
I go on forever. 
Letters in a constant flow, 
Recording each endeavour. 
On the walls and in the halls 
You may find that I vex, 

Waxing tall or shrinking small 
And alternating sex. 
Seas I ford, I go abroad 

Heeding my vocation, 
Evading eyes and compromise, 
Resourceful, I claim all disguise, 
Even bilocation!


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Secrets Of The Pink Floss Diary

Secrets Of The Pink Floss Diary

Pink bubble-gum lip gloss is my signature smack and my best plan of attack.

Italian pumps of the best design prop up my gams, 
making them look as if I ran lots of laps that day.

Nights of tango and salsa lessons give me the smoothest moves and 
have the fellows asking me for more time on the dance floor.

Kudos the same fellows give me, for being so mellow and easy to get 
along with when we’re out on a date.


Full of fun and laughter is what my friends and family all say about me, 
they say that’s my best trait.

Learning how to lay back and enjoy the ride of life on the lazy river 
is a great thing to enjoy each summer and all throughout life, too 
much passes me by if I don’t take time to enjoy my life.

Opening my heart and my mind to people who are near and dear to me; 
learning to always be present with those who are so special to me.

Showing those I love, how special they are by expressing to them 
how much I love them and how essential they are to my life and 
how much joy they bring to my life.

Spontaneously choosing the best moments to express my sexuality 
with my soul mate seductively with a simple wink of the eye or the bat 
of an eyelash is imperative to keeping our passion ever flowing.

This poem was inspired by Shirley Harrison’s Poem Candy Floss,



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Josh

From Brooklyn to Guatemala, You'll always fly at a delicate pace. 
Everyday is another adventure that you gladly accept.
There is not a day you go without helping someone.
A heart of gold nests in the middle of your chest.
Your hands are always out and ready.
Everyone that we lost; Is so proud of you, and what you've done so far.
You are one a kind. 
The musical instruments that you play; Play to the beat of your life.
It's amazing what you have done in so little time.


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Hanging Onto the Stars

Emeralds fall from your tears.
Various decisions I face.
Eternal wonder I will
Relive any choice
You make
Tonight under these stars.
Intensely I watch you,
Mirrored I am in your
Eyes. My faceless expression
Intricately 
Locked in your gaze.
Only tonight matters.
Only your next sentence can
Keep me safe.
Inside I cry but
Not outwardly.
Your decision, not mine.
Object I will not.
Urgently though, I pray.
Remember my
Eyes and see me whole.
Youthful and always
Embracing you tender. Look at my lost
Strength. Carefully  
Immersed in this 
Stone face. Can’t you see my 
Endurance? I hold on to this 
Everlastingly. I apologize.
State your opinion,
Truthfully now. Just 
Always see, feel, taste, and
Remember the
Stars we watched long ago. 


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Friendship Lost

 T ogether
 W e were always stronger and the
 O nly two

 P eople in the world that knew how we felt 
 E very second of the day;
 A nd I have yet to find another friend I can 
 S hare all my 

 I nner thoughts with.
 N othing is worse than having to leave the 

 P eople you love behind
 O nly in your mind and heart
 D o they have the chance to live on and
"S pread" their wings.


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Windblows

Turning over and over through the
Hours, my friend. My
Eyes see yours and I know you’re here.
 
When you say “will you still come to see me when
I’m alone and
Not how you remember me?”
Do I know you enough to know?
 
But, see…
Like when the trees bend,
Or when the rain falls…

What am I
Saying?
 
True love waits? What the
Hell is that? I was beginning to think the only thing I’d 
Roll 
Over for would be for a good Cheetos bag.
Upon that occasion, I’d be sure to look
Good for the cashier at the local store. 
Hallelujah!
 
True love waits? What the 
Hell is that? I don’t know
Everything, but I know something.
 
Trees bend.
Rain falls.
Everything dies,
Everyone dies,
Sooner or later.
 
And the only way out
Now is to
Die before something else can kill you.
 
Stop
Telling me about something 
Other than me. My concerns. My
Pathologies. And for God’s sake
Stop saying “true love waits!”
 
Don’t you have somewhere 
Else to be? No? 
Are you lonely? Ah, I see.
Damn you. Leave me be.
 
Sooner or later, all
Things die. But…
I’ve got to admit you’ve taught me something. I 
Learned that all things somewhere, someday also
Live.


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BETRAYAL

BETRAYAL

Behaving one way in front of the eyes of another and behaving 
in a complete different manner in front of the eyes of others.

Evil intentions acted out towards a confidant for the good of 
one’s self and for the defeat of your confidant.

Twisting of the knife in the back of another,
bringing death to the trust of that relationship.

Returning to a relationship as if nothing significant 
happened while you were away, knowing that hell will 
come when they finally discover what you did when 
their back was turned.

Acting out fantasies that you’ve played in your head over and over, 
knowing that those actions will cause you to pay a big price.

You choose to satisfy your own cravings and desires, 
without any caution to the feelings and consequences 
they will have on others.

Asking one to forgive the unforgiveable and smile when doing it.

Lying to your trusted loved one to please your 
own self serving desires or needs.




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The Truth Behind Tapestry

Trust was broken at a young age.
Alone most of the time.
Problems in all my relationships.
Evil thoughts turned to evil plans.
Sadness surrounded me.
Turned to drugs to ease the pain.
Recovery has been brutal but life-saving.
Years of sobriety have led to happiness.


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Andalous Windstorm

I saw you in my room last night
and you always used to grow cold
when you felt the ceiling fan cool your skin
I remembered when we used to talk
and share our memories
You of morocco 
and mine of a morocco that never was 
I had a wedding dress on and I was standing 
somewhere in a hallway in Marrakesh
You had that life and you lost it
I never got that life and lost it as well.
I can smell the smoke of flames gone past 
and songs never sung
And I loved you that December 
Even though you were never mine
Cruel but innocent man with a face so soft
I never lost you my Moroccan cause I never 
possessed you 
But that's what made you so pretty
lying but honest heart thief


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I Love Lucy

I loved to watch her as a child

Laughing at her antics and cooing at her wilds
Over the top trouble and silly jokes played
Viewing every show I could, before my parents waned
Every Thursday night (I think) I'd called it Lucy Day!

Lounging on my bed and letting my head watch this parade
Ultra color, or black and white, to me it didn't matter
Cause that silly red head eating all the chocolate, was always on my platter
You try saying vita-vite-vegamin, without getting drunk!


I missed the shows I watched when I was little
Those actors where way before may birth
but I enjoyed her friend and funny neighbors Fred and Ethel Merts
But let's not forget Ricky, the Cuban mamba king
But It was always funny when he yelled: LUCY!!!!!!!!
...O RICKY! She didn't mean thing!


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Is it you

Is it you that I want?
Is it you that I already have?
Is it you that makes me laugh?
Is it you that holds my hand?
Is it you that cares for me?
Is it you that has feelings for me?
Is it you that I want?
Is it you that I see?
Is it you that sets me free?
A emotion of life, a feeling of embrace.
Is it you that makes the sunshine warm upon my face?
Is it you that makes me take a chance?
Or who is it? 


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Simulacrum

Sifting through the faint pages of the memory
Imbedded in dreams long buried and forgotten;
Muted voice of a young boy comes back to stay,
Unfurling from the deepest corner of the brain;
Latent images of a once carefree, innocent youth
Almost faded now yet, vaguely remembered still;
Clouded by the passage of the unforgiving years,
Returning but once again to where I was back then;
Undoing the dents wrought by the passing time, I
Meet the present and promptly end the dreaming.


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Gone But Not For Good

Moments past, long dead and gone,
Etched still though said and done; 

Meandering to what once had been,
Olden, bygone days way back when;

Restless the ghosts of yesteryears,
In the brain like a nagging refrain;

Enduring what is best forgotten,
Surrendering to memories again.


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Remember(an Acrostic Answer)

Did you think for a moment,
anxious prodigal would ever forget?
Do you regret, as I, hereditary stubbornness?

Inconsequentially,
My favorite childhood memory

Starched, bleached, hourglasses internal playmate,
Two unsung heros, far from home, adventure underway.
Indigo Comanche, flecked in dawns final burning breath. 
Looking upon a pristine canvas, we’ll be the first to etch.
Listening to your legacy, innocent wonder reflects in my eyes.

Hanging enraptured, on your every word,like- 
Eternally desperate boot tips brushing a single blade of grass.
Running, fear forgotten, Styrofoam steed faithfully in tow.
Exhilarated anticipation, Apaches saline mourning.


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Je Suis Philippin

Je suis né seulement grâce à ton amour
Et vraiment très fier être de ton fils, mon amour

Seul trésor de l’orient mer, c’est juste toi
Une rare belle pearl, uniquement pour moi
Ingrat dans notre sang n’existera pas 
Soul pour soul entre nous, et l'obligation n’oublions pas

Puisque je te vais chanter la chanson que t’aimes 
Honneurs et gloires je rêve à t’offrir, même
Il m’arrivera la mort
Larmes des étoiles, je l’embrasse très fort
Ils ont dans mes veines jusqu'au matin se réveille
Par tes douleurs, je suis la, avec du bel air du soleil
Par toi, j’ai l’espoir haut,  pour bien trouve la vie
Ici, dans mon cœur vive toujours ton esprit 
Ne pleurez pas, pour je t’aime toujours !