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of all love spoken
his words to me said it best
love you more then there are stars
a timeless and countless love...
By: Sharon Ruebel
For Linda-Marie's "Swinging on a Star Contest"
Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.
Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.
He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.
And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space.
I want a love that
fills my veins like
sweet like sugar and
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme
I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...
I want a love
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
rejuvenated and refreshed
A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight
I speak these words into the
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious
mystical journey unknown
Hanging in the sky,
each and every night above,
a light in the dark
given with a heart of love,
“Semper illic” just like me.
~Semper illic means always there in Latin~
I do not know?
You followed my footprints and came with a hand full of stars.
You planted them like little seeds in my garden and waited patiently for beauty to grow.
I started to bloom and now I stand tall.
Your eternal sunshine-showers keeps me growing.
I'm happy and content knowing
that your world welcomes me and every part of me.
You are my univers and I've learned that no star is out of reach....
I will continue growing till I can pluck each and every star and give them back to you.
My love...My everything.
I will stand proud with you and my roots will run deep.
My branches will reach out to every part of you and the fruits I carry will be of the sweetest
taste only for you
- by you.
So my dearest you... please stay wonderful and continue to grow next to me.
The world is not big enough for us... lets reach above and beyond.
One day I wished upon a star to send me a love from afar.
I wished for a love with bright red hair.
Hair as red as a bright winter fire.
I wished for him to have lips as juicy as strawberries and
eyes as brown as an autumn leaf that falls to the ground.
I wished for him to have a touch as gentle as a cool summer breeze,
I wanted him to knock me to my knees.
Little did I know I had already found my bow!
We danced and talked under that bright star I wished upon until the early dawn.
I was lucky to have the star that fateful night, for I found the love of my life that night!
On a pedestal
High in the galaxies space
Your love is still bound
Warm arms of loving embrace
My life with “YOU” never ends.
Spishu,spishu the shooting star
Noisily flies across night bar
Lights life for split second
Then wonder if beckon
Which one is being called afar
I do not know?
(This is a fictional poem)
My arms, legs and ribs have been broken and I'm wearing a neck collar.
It happened when I went to a five star restaurant and was charged three hundred
All my wife and I had were a couple of steaks.
When i told the owner that I didn't have enough money, a lot of bones started to
He dumped a pot of linguini and clams over my head and then jabbed me in the
nuts with a fork.
He burned my hands on his stove and I started crying like a little dork.
He started beating me and he wouldn't quit.
He beat me so hard that it made me ####.
You may be laughing at me, you may think it's funny.
But you won't find it so amusing if you ever go to that restaurant without enough