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Details | Blank verse | |

All I See Is Beauty

All I see is beauty in the burning of her words,
The flickering of flames,
Constructs of fires licking at the night
From snow white sheets of dreaming.

The senses of her bleeding, ink and roses,
Sensual vibrancy,
Gliding rails streaming to the stars,
The links between the earth and heaven’s tide.

All I see is beauty in the visions of her art,
The tenderness of angels,
Architects of chapels wrought of lace,
An arbitrary grace of love.

The impressions of her breathing, saffron breath,
Exhaling of her soul,
Bestow of sleeping kisses to the lips,
Priestess of the mind and loin.


Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Acrostic | |

Poet Destroyer A

Poetess she is, whose magic is cast with great ease
Opulent in words, charming to the utmost degrees, 
Engraving hisses, silhouettes, images of natures surreal
Trespassing horizons never stretched out to an ideal 

Destroyer as known for, although she's here to compose
Enchating poems and songs her beautiful soul bestows
Such a fusion encourages poets to hold their inks and quills
To write 'bout nymphs in seas or orchards filled with daffodils 
Rampantly defeated by her as what often happens, except
Of all practiced skilled writers she's definitely the most adept
Yielded in a words-battle having a single acknowledged end
Efficacious "She" is by far a star who can simply transcend,
Reproductions of literary stylistic forms in her magnificent way

A lady I know as Linda with a pseudonym Poet Destroyer A!  

© Guru Jad 2013


Dedicated with Admiration! :)


Details | Monorhyme | |

From One Poet to Another

From one poet to another
Your words in me are a thunder
That fills me soul with wonder
As my open heart you plunder

Though I cannot see your face...
Through my poetry covered lace
Your deep feelings I can trace
My heart beat quickens a pace

Your every line scintillates
My wayward heart subjugates 
My inner thoughts punctuates
My very soul confiscates

Your heart’s rhythm and rhyme
Not bound to moments of time
Makes each encounter sublime
Holds me with imagery fine

Addiction is my sweet game
And your poetry is to blame
My life is no longer the same
My high begins with your name

Each word is just meant to please
Makes me fall down on my knees
My hunger I must appease
Oh, feed me now, if you please!

I travel the paths of your mind
Treasures of worth my great find
To all else I am now blind
Our twin souls have intertwined

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Free verse | |

What Does A Poet See

What Does A Poet See

What does a poet see?
It is a consciousness others lack?
Is that how we see beauty in everything?
The hidden world inside a blooming flower
So many colors in a sunset
Even the reflective surface in an ice cube
Our minds see so much that others do not see
Our words describe the reality we see
A reality we created as our own
Our pens are the paint brushes of the gods
We share feelings no one will talk about
If they realize that they even exist
What does a poet see?
We see beauty and hope in everything
If not for the lowly poet
How would the world know that beauty exists?


Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.







Details | Lyric | |

From the Inkpot

Oh yes! Poetry is still alive and well,
And in these modern times a poet may tell
By picking up any near-by pen
To express the beauty felt with-in.
Of these often troubled times, 
A quiet place to compose rhymes 
Blocks out the chaos of the day,
And lets the beauty steal away.
Tranquil waves upon the shore makes silence fall
On dirty city streets where roaches crawl.
The lovely mountain mist roams unaware
Of the voggy, sultry, humid air.
The graceful movements as cotton clouds drift by
Alas, defers to ‘Time’ on a pedestal set high.
Yet moments stolen from a hectic day
Keeps poet’s hearts safe from the fray.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong


Details | Clerihew | |

Not, yet

I dreamt myself as poet-frog
And good Fancy` Fairy
Would stoop to pick my verse…
But she didn`t come.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Free verse | |

Rivers That Flow

Hands anastomose, 
bifurcating the rivers that flow.


Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: Sole On Soul

Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms 
The beat makes you whole.


Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 


Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: The Infinite Magic of Lyricism

Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.


(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")


Details | Rhyme | |

IN A BRIGHT STUDIO OVERLOOKING THE NOISY STREET

In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I hide from the living to write with a frantic beat;
loud voices and sounds will subdue before dark...
very sweet is the the melody of the lonely lark.


Even when it snows, the view is quite awesome:
watching snowflakes slowly come down and dress 
trees in glistening white...one can feel lonesome
when every audible sound is hushed by stillness. 


How lovely it is when happy faces peak from windows!
They may seem immensely surprised or stupefied;
and some even open their doors and come outside
to observe the fluffy snow descend on the pines' boughs.   


I pause for another minute, then resume my writing...
it's profound observation that inspires the heart and mind,
giving this motivated poet many ideas of positive feeling;
I sense and absorb them, not noticing kids getting wild.   


In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I fear shadows towards evening when feet
make deep footprints that lead to my stairs... 
and afraid of ghosts, I begin chanting prayers.


Details | Free verse | |

Golden Wings

Pure hearts unite
to metamorphose wings
and completely dance golden.


Details | Narrative | |

WINNERS FOR BEAUTY OF NATURE

BIG CONGRATS TO ALL WINNERS FOR 
... BEAUTY OF NATURE ... CONTEST

SO EXCITING TO READ YOUR WORDS OF BEAUTY POETS..

HOPE ALL WILL TAKE A MOMENT TO READ WINNING POEMS.

HANKXX FOR SUPPORTING MY CONTESTS ..

"SWEETHEART"


Details | Free verse | |

Your Words

Ah…those nuances of words
Those subtle meanings
That draw the reader to
The heights or depths
Of emotion
A exhilirating ride
Along curves and dips of the letters
Those hidden messages
Waiting to be discovered
Those hints
And alluring peeks
Into someone’s mind
And what really resides
In the heart

Words
Those little messengers
That belie professed
meanings
And show
The real intention
At times
A select choice
Of delicious morsels
Of truth
Beautifully arranged
To appetize
And delight
The reader
And to satiate

Words
The little particles
Of the human 
Soul
Exhaled onto the
Page
Carrying the essence
Of the spirit
And the heart
Living and beating
Separate entities
That captivate
In their simple
Yet profound
Beauty

Words
YOUR words
Have become
Explorers and have
Navigated their way
Into the inner sanctum
Of my soul
Where they are treasured
Venerated
And worshiped
Perfumed with the incense
Of my love.

Words…..

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Rhyme | |

It Lives In Us All

My brain is blocked off by this wall, and if anything,
I can think of nothing at all
I'm trapped from my own mind, with nothing but the wrong key,
I'm caged inside myself, where I'm anything but free

So I pick up a pen, new leaf, and I give in,
where I don't need a cut to bleed, all I need is emotion
So I bleed, and I bleed, until the ink runs thin,
then crumple it up, and start over again

It's like my escape - my outlet you could say,
a feeling that you have to experince, because it's impossible to explain
It's like you're free again, you're finally sane,
where you can fit an entire sculpture into one little frame

The world is outside of you, and you're alone with your thoughts,
everything is blocked out, and you're content in your spot
You can write a whole story, with a little or a lot,
or you can just write, with no goal, at all

But as long as you're writing, nothing could be better,
you feel like you're alive, and you could live forever

And then you run out, or you lead goes dull,
the feeling is short lived, but It Lives In Us All


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Do you like my raven eyes

As I walked down the street 
this morning 
I tried to be polite and inconspicuous 
You stare into my eyes; 
My brown eyes speak louder than my 
Husky voice ever will 

What are you looking for? 
Do you liked what you see 
Pain, shame or a sense of connection 
Love, nowhere to be found 
It ruthless, it vanishes, it disappoint 
By now us all know the stories 
Of lost-love, 

It begin with a smile 
A kiss, a warm embrace, 
Then tear and fears 
Do you love the raven in my eyes 
Sorry stranger! 
I paid my tithes, 

However, 

I lost my loves 
Caw, caw, caw! 
Do you love the raven in my eyes


Details | Free verse | |

Look for Me

Look for me, my dear
Look for me…

Not in the New Poems’ link
And not in answer to a post
Look for me by name

Look for me because…
You love my little rhymes 

Look for me because…
My simple words
Dance in your heart
To a curious rhythm
Charming in its
Imperfection

Look for me because…
My pain and agony
Are your soul’s siblings
Waiting for comfort

Look for me
Look for ME

I’m waiting…
Right here
Hoping to spin
A web of magic
To capture you
In silken threads of 
Joy, love, and beauty

Look for me…
Oh, please look for me
I’m waiting to be found.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Free verse | |

I Want to Write

I want to write something
Of breathtaking beauty
Something of value
That will nurture a soul
Assuage a pain
Tug at the heart strings
And bring release

I want to write the words
That someone will cherish
The words that will bring light
To the dark crevices and corners
Of a battered heart
And bring healing
And peace
And light
And joy
Indescribable joy!

I want to write
About the enchantment of love
And being in love...
About fluttering heartbeats
And quickened breathing
About slowly reaching that melting point...
The mystical moment of surrender
Surrender with sweet abandon
To another
Knowing...
That you are safe
To experience
To know
And be known 
Completely
That pleasure is waiting
To be mastered
and to master
and to obliterate all else
Except that moment
in time


I want to write……
But the words
Won’t come
I’m empty...
Parched to the core
And desperately in need
In need of those very words
That will bring me back to life.


Details | Tanka | |

Potpourri of Poetry

In the magic screen
A potpourri of poems
Words once alive in the heart
Textures, shapes, sizes
Pieces of our different lives
The fragrance lingers with me.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Rhyme | |

Midnight's voice

Melancholy moon serenely arise,
Poetically illuminates reverent eyes
To inscribe a heart's desiration,
Behold, a remote muse inspiration.
 
Midnight's voice caresses a quill,
To infinitely deify the waxen chill.
Words disperse like inked vapor,
Burning into parchment paper.
 
Glowing with poetry's essence,
Lady Luna relishes in the quintessence.
For she beauteous as poetic word,
Adrift in obscurity unheard.

Fleeting beams elude capture,
Vague memories intangible rapture.
Casts an enchanted spell with moondust,
Immortalizing glimmers of writer's lust.

 



Details | Rhyme | |

That Angel Smells Like Lotus Flowers

I know not her name, 
But I can trace her by scent, 
She has driven me into a smell-at-them game, 
And am attracted to her a hundred percent, 

Stronger than my very own Chase, 
But am unable to keep the pace, 
The scent, be it expensive, I'll buy on higher purchase, 
I just want a glimpse of her face, 

Is she a material girl in a material world? 
Who taught her to smell so sweet? 
Whatever the case I'll buy her the world, 
And place it beneath her feet, 

I spoke with the wind to reverse her scent, 
And I followed it to a mansion so beautiful, 
It is here that I'll pitch my tent, 
Till I see this angel that converted me to a beauty fool, 

Alas! A master piece, 
If she isn't a runaway angel from heaven, 
Then God must have really been at peace, 
And created her in days more that seven, 

Introduce myself I shall, 
Even if its only for a while, 
Am Leonardo da vinci, please Monalisa smile, 
But she disappears behind that great wall, 


Details | Free verse | |

A Poet

A Poet

A poet takes the time to think the unthinkable
Using just the right words to make people aware
They set emotions to fight the good fight
They make people understand others differences
A poet can end the needless deaths of a war
They can show the pain behind a child’s tears
They can use imagery to show what cannot be seen
Their words can make a small flower seem like the entire world
And make the whole world seem like a pretty flower
A poet can share Heaven and they can create a Hell
They can make people see the beauty in a passing cloud
They can hear the music of a breeze travelling down a wooded valley
Their words can show even the purest form of love
A poet writes not for money or fame
They write because they feel a passion others cannot understand
They write to share their feelings and thoughts
A poet writes because it is in their nature
A God given blessing that they cannot, will not ignore
They just hope that someone will read their work
And they will, even for a moment take time to think
Maybe remember how wonderful the world and her beauty is
If they do a poet will smile and their purpose will be achieved
That is all a poet will ever ask


Details | Rhyme | |

Beauty

There are so much beauty out there
Perhaps within the lesser side of life
So much rights and wrongs to care
How did we learn to survive?

When there are so much beauty
Perhaps between a greater side hidden
Too much to gather for one’s reality
Have we a chain we made broken?

Faith... a lesser hope
Hope... a defining wish
Have we enough to cope?
Ae there beauty to be missed?

After so long... with that much
I cannot find myself to belong
Some world too beautiful to touch
Will I find myself too soon to begone?

So much beauty if we care
Were there a lesser self for a side of life?
Rights and wrongs are forever there
When did we learn to survive?


Details | Blank verse | |

Breathless

Sometimes when words escape
They leak back into the echosphere
Like a lost soul with a task unfinished.

Their absence haunts us, those words we thought
And let slip through our fingers before articulation.
They want to be spoken: need to be spoken into existence,
But never were given the chance to mature
Beyond the simple state of being an idea.

When they eventually return from their metaphysical journeys
It'll be too late to make a difference or prove their point.
The timing will be wrong, the context unnatural.
It makes me wonder if the world might have been better off
If those pesky words would have stayed lost,
And not come back to remind me 
That it's rude to stand with one's jaw dropped
When a beautiful women is speaking to you.


Details | Epic | |

My Love for a White Girl

When I fall in love with a white girl, I won't flee; I'll know what I'm doing. My love for
a white girl is so powerful, so strong, it makes me wanting to get more of them. A white
girl's beauty is blooming like a dozen of red, yellow, white, and pink roses, especially
by day and by night. She's the sun that shines daylight, the moon that rises at night, and
my shining star. Not only is this beautiful white girl very attractive, she's also
awesome, she's nice, kind, and not judgmental, at all. A white girl is the angel of life
and she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I look into her eyes (brown,
olive green, ocean blue, or hazel) they shine like a pair of expensive gems worth $80,000.
And when I see a white girl's smile, it's like an attractive angel is smiling down on me.
Whether she's either short or tall and blonde or brunette, a white girl's still beautiful
inside and out. But I can tell that this white girl is really angry. I can also tell that
she's crying inside and out. The only reason why I care about a white girl's well-being is
because I don't want her to go through all of the pain and suffering. With that much
beauty in a real white/Caucasian girl, not only would I not want her beauty and love to go
to waste, I don't want to take her for granted, either. The reason why I'm in love with a white girl
because she's beautiful, she's smart, and I love her. If this white girl had a nicer,
gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore drama that's going on
in her life. And if we become boyfriend and girlfriend in the near future, things will
never be the same.


Details | Free verse | |

Oregon

can I report on a story
tell a tale of thy hills
relate to a beautiful river
help you imagine the green fields

This is Bob Blankinship reporting
to you live in the lush mountains 
of one of the most beautiful places in
the world , the beautiful state of
Oregon. I believe that poet Rick Parise
has capture the serene beauty of this 
breathe taking wonderland with
a simple but beautiful poem entitled
"Pure Life" This is how it goes,
_______________________________________________

onward through the hills of a pleasant dream
I push forward to reach the waters of a pulsing love
surrounded in great vastness air so crisp and visions alive
I knee at the waters edge to sip pure life...
_______________________________________________
Words cannot describe the beauty here in Oregon
If you want to experience this beauty for yourself , just jump in the car take a ride of your life , "pure life" that is !!
Bill Blankinship reporting , blessings to all , goodnight!



Details | Rhyme | |

BEAUTY

Gentleness invokes kinship,
more than trust's oft biased recommend,
that fills my warranty for beauty's own in crypt,
I thank thee God, for measures in contend!

Forever, in that beauty were love's tend,
the faith between true friendship might erupt,
still it is forceful, deft attainment's quip,
mere looking gives to Soul, some filling up!

And see thee still, in all my eyes do ground,
wherein love's mercy must have contemplate,
if it were loathsome in some vile resound,
my heart would not have of these words found state!

Oh beauty, you are mine, not underrate,
the vestige I did yearn to so expound,
when will is chastised so, the quiet sedate
does moisten my eyes swell, no more impound!

Thy beauty love, be love, in nature's gate,
the seaming center of this garment's strung
holds empathy as moment's turn belay
the love that I do feel, be inward sung!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Something to think about from me to you

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT.....
				FROM ME TO YOU!


* The Average Woman Would Rather Have Beauty Than Brains 
Because The *
                          Average  Man Can See Better  Than They Can 
Think.


After you read this, you may have  laughed well still  agreeing  
with this statement! 
Men may of had a little  more to add but this would only be 
based on trying not to sound so shallow!
The women on the other hand, either silently agree or may have 
showed a little anger towards this statement  being that one may 
have experienced  similar situations  that brought back 
unpleasant feelings, But would still result in agreeing.
This statement has some truth.   
It  also holds  deeper meaning than what meets the eye! 
“If you have a more appealing outside” 
Is it safe to say that you may  get opportunity  based on how you 
look? 
If that is the case, does one settle?  Do you then do whatever 
needs to be done ?
Would on be smart to  get in where u fit in? 
( We All Know More Or Less Where Or What That Would Be! ) Or 
is it safe to say that knowledge will go over a face and body any 
time? 

One can look at another situation? 
Say you are  good looking with the added blessing: ( Beauty and 
Brains..... )
Would you get a fair go and show that you have a double pack to 
offer? 
Or would your true capability always stay getting overlooked?
 If when shown that you can do a job to the ultimate fullest; You  
may have lost because when exposed that you are not on a hoe 
role you may have made the boss mad and now he does not 
want you either way !  

“His ego got involved”


“WHAT A COLD TWIST.....”


SO WHAT DO WE DO?
 INVEST IN PLASTIC SURGERY AND ALL TO MAKE AN OUTSIDE A 
LIE? OR STILL PUT MORE TOWARDS KNOWLEDGE AND 
EDUCATION? 

“BECAUSE THAT'S GOING TO GET US FAR IN LIFE! “


Details | Free verse | |

The Crystal Slipper

I've been preserving a Crystal Slipper warmed only by the thoughts in my heart. I'm like the 
King of hearts, patiently waiting for his Queen of hearts... So here I reach with words which 
only she will understand. I long to feel again, the simple pleasures of watching my lady's 
smile, as I hand her a single rose. enjoy random candle lid dinners, while I watch with 
adoring pleasure the light of the candles enhances the sparkle in her eyes, feeling my warm 
Latin blood, pulsing through my veins, waiting with anticipation, as I hold her precious hand, 
to share each others lips, in a loving, suckling desert of passion and desire... Even though, I 
know, every woman holds a beauty deep within her, My Queen will always know how 
especially unique her beauty truly is to me. I've always believed that if a man actually 
stopped and looked at the beauty of a woman's heart, it would be so hard not to smile, but if 
allowed to touch, taste and breathes her in, he would want to protect her, and be hers 
forever. Here's a poem I always liked. It's directed to the one who feels I've been warming 
her Crystal Slipper... "If when I die, I have the choice to reclaim my life as anything, I'd 
choose to be one of your tears. How could any man want anything less Than to be conceived 
in your heart, Born in your eyes, Fall, caressing your warm cheeks, To finally rest, and die, 
on your lips..."
What a beautiful gift God's placed on earth, when he unselfishly created you... Like a rose in 
bloom, a woman can seem the same ... Mysterious but oh so lovely when unfolded with a 
kiss...


Details | Romanticism | |

I sought after...

I sought after the ocean waves, their beauty glistened in the moonlight, 
I raced the ever changing tide, beneath the eyes of twilight. 
I kissed the vermillion rose petals, like rubies in the sand, But nothing that I chased, compared to the touch of your hand. 
I ran to catch the fading rain, as it fell into the sea, 
I pushed my toes beneath the sand, willingit to love me. 
I glimpsed a shooting star, that shattered the sky above, 
But nothing that I found, replaced the beauty of your love. 
I chased the first light of dawn, as it stretched across the sky, 
Crashing into midnight, as the stars began to die.


Details | Pantoum | |

I Write This For You

I write this for you
because you have given me
a world of beauty in your writing.
So, it’s time to give back.

Because you have given me
almost everything in your heart,
so, it’s time to give back
everything I have in my heart.

Almost everything in your heart;
a treasure, of the purest kind.
Everything I have in my heart,
I wish to share with you.

A treasure, of the purest kind;
a world of beauty in your writing.
I wish to share with you!
I write this for you!


Details | Pantoum | |

You Inspire

I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you
You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
The very thought of you releases new desires

You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
The very thought of you releases new desires
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite

Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
So all come together then, neatly and with flow
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow

So all come together then, neatly and with flow
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow
I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you


Details | Blank verse | |

Poetry in emotion

The simplistic beauty of a fair line
Arrived at through the process of boat design
Is the best example of perfection I’ve yet seen
Lofting  my lines and building pattern boats
Has further emphasized this opinion
It has also altered my perspectives
in viewing boats
In much the same manner as masonry
has made me see a well built fireplace
Or carpentry has me see siding touching rooftops
My daughter rides and sees more in a horse than I
I paint and see more hues and shades of color 
Than I ever did as a child
I’ve been an avid reader since the age of four
Have written enough to appreciate 
authors of merit and recognize opinions

The simplistic beauty of a fair line 
Is true


Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty

Beauty is expressed in the rawest sense of the word
It’s what you see when other’s can’t see
So they call it absurd
Beautiful expresses the quantity
Full of beauty
While beauty expresses the quality
Many love my beautiful words
That slides off of my tongue frolic ally
Some are ignorant to beauty
But just because one’s a cutie with booty
Don’t mean they have beauty
Beauty is more internal than external
It’s abstractly visible
But along with beauty are
Guidelines and principles
To maintain the quantity and quality
Of such a praised appearance
But stress like mildew and ugly dirt
Try to run interference
Beauty is not just an abstract quality
It’s also a goal
Beauty exists in youth
But blossoms when we get old 
In beauty are many things
But no technicalities
Beauty is deeper than looks 
It also includes personalities
My poetry is beautiful in text and substance
One’s who are beautiful are usually modest
They are blind to themselves
But I am just being honest
When I say you are beautiful
So full of beauty
And that’s the beauty of it
…just being so beautiful!!!!!


Details | Couplet | |

How to Read and Recite a Poem

Reading poetry is a lot like running in a race.
From the start to the finish, one must set a pace.

Read it, as if you were reading, to a great big crowd.
Do not be timid, read the piece and read it very loud!

A poem is a piece of art to which one may return.
Admire the beauty of the difference…forever you will learn

that poetry, within itself, is beauty self-expressed.
Within its words, find the meaning. You will then be blessed.

Focus on the punctuation to place emphasis on each word.
The sentences will be right and then not sound absurd.

When you’re reading, gather thoughts and maybe, too, believe.
Most of all, between each line, it is important that you breathe.