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Old Boyfriends - A Trilogy

                Part 1

One summer in our youth group was a boy
I met.  How I would love to understand
if what he’d felt was equal to the joy
that bloomed in me when he caressed my hand.

His elfin features feminine and fine
revealed him to be prettier than me.
His legs and trunk seemed half the width of mine
and deeper than his skin his delicacy.

He fretted, changed his moods; and ulcers grew
inside him.  Once atop a ferris wheel
he vomited, and I was young and knew
that we were through. . . but how he’d made me feel!

Oh, where is John?  I ask; no one can say.
We’d never really kissed. . . Had he been gay?

     Part 2

Where I grew up, a gent was hard to find
who shared my faith, and so I launched my search
for someone who was handsome, good and kind
at monthly dances sponsored by my church.
Across the river lived a Mormon guy,
tall, blue-eyed, intelligent and sweet.
I was sort of wild; he was shy,
but at a youth event we planned to meet.
Although at every chance we kissed and cuddled,
I sensed he thought I’d bring him to perdition.
I was his “Bathsheba” left befuddled.
Then later, Alvin went and served his mission.
So what if Mr. Perfect let me go?
He drove and spoke and moved annoyingly slow!

             Part 3

Eduardo was a Spaniard from Madrid.
I met him on my study there abroad.
I won’t list all the many things he did,
but I’ll attest that some of them were odd.

Eduardo was “muy guapo,” (very cute),
But still he was concerned that he was not
some burly hulk, so jackets to a suit
he wore downtown in June when it was hot!
And once, though I could not catch every word,
he had with his own mom an argument.
His threat to take his clothes off was absurd,
but when she screamed, I knew he was indecent.

I’d closed my eyes; I should have sneaked a peek. . .
I then could give a more complete critique!

*I have entered these in the This Poem Really S##ks Contest of Jerry T. Curtis with one of my first sonnet trilogies I wrote back in 2002. I was in a poetry club at this time, and after posting each sonnet of the trilogy separately, I received a very rude message which was posted anonymously to me. The note basically rejoiced that I would not be showing any more sonnets like these and told me they stunk. What is strange is that it was a private club and it had to be somebody I knew that had hated either me or the poems so much that he made an effort to reach me by some account that was not even recognized by the club (Only I could see the message. nobody else would see it). I'll never know who sent me that email, but it was my first time to be criticized in a rude manner. I have had a few other occasions since, but this was my first one. Are the sonnets that bad? You tell ME!!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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In a Field of Daisies - A Contemporary sonnet

In a field of daisies, bathed in a  perfume
of wild roses, clover and ocean brine,
you and me in the early afternoon
drinking Kool Aid, pretending its wine,
and sharing left over crumbs with a few tiny ants,
that scurry across a thread barren cloth
that has spent years in a trunk with a moth,
While we eat a meal fit for a King and Queen-
Periwinkles, Dulse and canned Sardines- 
treasures from the Great Atlantic Sea,
while the rolling waves break on the rocks below
this field where so many daisies grow

He loves me, he loves me not, my daisy flies away,
And only Jimmy and the wind will ever know.

Written:  June 9th, 2014

Author's Note.

This was my first picnic with my first love - We were 6 or 7 years old at the time.

Copyright © Elaine George

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Give me a break I am PMS ing

I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun

I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick

I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey

Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome

Copyright © Neha Godambe

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A Brutally Honest Valentine's

My darling enigma, my dove   
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white      
Pale skin shines and glints in the light       
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow        
Peals of laughter ring like a bell            
Enchant me; I’m under your spell    
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow

But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.

(Love from Anonymous) 

Copyright © Laura Hannan

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Shall I Compare Thee to Your Mother's Arse

Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent

Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.

But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.

Copyright © Flippant She-Creature

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Sweet and Kissable

Sweet and tender, they seal a bond,
Movements caress preciously to all.
With trembles, they will call.
Especially of yours I am fond.
They cast spell like a wizard’s wand.
Captured I was, when I saw.
My heart tied in a ball.
Pressing onward I respond.

Lips such as yours are my delight.
When ours meet, emotional treat,
Sensual feelings ever so bright,
Ardor expands without defeat.
Each kiss of morning or night,
Our souls locked, lovers complete.

written on 7/21/12

written by Cecil Hickman

Copyright © cecil hickman

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Gambling Shuggy—The Encounter!

"If I feel physically,
            as if the top of my head been taken off, 
                     I know it's poetry."
                       --Emily Dickenson


No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!

Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!

Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!

Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!

© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved

Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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With Me

Mystery, it clouds your form
 Ecstasy, it keeps us warm
 The dance has begun, with but us two
 I'll take your hand, I'll walk with you
 Take me to depths in the sea of love
 Go with me further, never enough
 I'll breathe in your perfumed scent
 You intoxicate, invade my head

 Give in to your senses, here we go
 Follow me now, let your heart take control
 Our time is short, and death is nigh
 To mountains and peaks, we must fly
 Leave life behind in our own world
 Get away from it all, run with me, my pearl
 Forget all your troubles, walk in the moonlight
 Gaze into my eyes, stay with me tonight

 We need not fear, we must venture on
 Forsake loneliness, drink in our love's song
 Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
 You illuminate me, pierce the dark
 Your purity, it leaves me numb
 Your beauty, where does it come from?
 I long to touch your smooth, soft skin
 To stroke your hair, give you everything

 To pull you into my embrace
 To hear you breathe, to see your face
 To feel your heart beat softly with mine
 To hold you tightly, leave reason behind
 To draw you in, to taste your kiss
 All heartbreak gone, nothing amiss
 I'd lose myself inside your eyes
 Stay in love forever, mesmerized

 Run away with me, barefoot in the sand
 Walk by my side, rule all the lands
 Hear our hearts beating with love so wild
 Our heads spinning with passion, my child
 There's untamed joy we can't contain
 Hypnotizing ardor we can't explain
 I'm Romeo, will you be Juliet?
 We can share a bond we'll never forget

 We can clasp hands in the twilight
 Hold each other, day and night
 We can be alone, just me and you
 Our souls entwined, you know it's true
 We can do anything, if you'll take faith
 I'll protect you, I'll keep you safe
 We can be together eternally
 We can live forever – so come with me

Copyright © Roy Keith

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Love at first bite

Love at first bite

Lustfully he grins, devotedly she stares,
A scene awfully to familiar in the showbiz of life.
Starring, a veteran actor and naïve lass with a body full of strife.
Yes, her body is rebellious but her apparent eyes leave her soul bare.

Her body could make no false decisions as it moves seductively.
Decisions that attract both timid and masculine spectators,
Lurking in the shadows, tamely veiled like domestic predators,
Bearing intentions set out objectively.

Before she could put her guards up, she`s knocked off her feet,
Obediently invaded by thorn stem roses,
With sweet scented poses.
It was the making of a perfect scene, a flawless hit.

The camera stopped rolling; the lead actor was no more.
There were no goodbyes, only a residue remained when he left.
She searched the vacant chambers of her heart, she`d been a victim of theft.
Suddenly her limbs were rhythm-less, she was engulfed by the floor.

What she savoured was the bitter fruit of spite,
Contracted, from love at first bite.

Copyright © Vusi Mtsweni

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The Dying Beauty

Lovely flower, how thee shines so brightly, But what hath you be, when the sun must fall? The sun must cease shining e'er so slightly, Then the sunset be your beauty's last call What happens when your morning dew has dried? Sprinkled reflection of morning passes What when the sunlight's golden hue has died, And you're all alone in dying grasses? What will you be, when your stem has turned brown? And there's no set of eyes to admire? What when your lovely blue petals fall down, And there's nothing left of you to desire? Your beauty shall forever be the past, And this death of your color be the last~

Copyright © Dana Smith

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Lovers Dream

Like skin stretched over broken bones, so tight But does he know the hold of love's imprint? Last to dream, first to fall from morning's light To say to love was only first intent His voice alone; bind me there forever With the first man to provoke but my best Disregarding pains - stabs - to endeavor 'Til the day my love is his to detest And though he only feels but lovers start The feeling of what may or may not be I only dream some day I'll fill his heart Only then he'll feel deepest love for me- He'll wake with no crossing from life and dream, And see love's much more than what it may seem.

Copyright © Dana Smith

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Jesus Christ' Parable - The Wedding Feast

Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14

He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table. 
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor. 
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
 Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place. 
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
 'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
 Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table. 
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him 
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment. 
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind; 
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you. 
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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A Sonnet On a Tough Girl

I never will forget in junior high this girl who was a two-faced friend of mine. I can’t remember now the reason why, but she got mad for something asinine. She said, “I’m gonna beat you up! Be at the park, beside the water tower.” She then told me, “Bet you won’t show up.” That brat was MEAN! All day I fretted needlessly of what could be a real bad episode! So after school with my best friend, I went And waited for that witch; she never showed! With great relief, I then began to vent to my best friend of things that we could do to that “tough girl” - a chicken through and through! *True story & dedicated to my junior high school foe, who later went on to marry (and then divorce) the brother of my BEST friend! To read more about what happened later on with me and her, please view "ABOUT THIS POEM" which can be seen by clicking in the left hand corner above the title of a poem. For Carol Brown's Poetry Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death

Copyright © Dana Smith

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My Dear Love and Loyal Friend

My Dear Love and Loyal Friend
 I’m glad I found you;
Our friendship is a gift we share.
I can be myself around you,
Safe in your loving arms
the distance between us makes me lonely on the inside I miss you so much;
Our friendship bond was meant to be.
I think of you with great delight;
You’re almost part of me.
Through fun and fears, play and tears,
We help each other heal and grow.
I cherish our time together and that we will share for the rest of our life,
I know deep down in my heart.
Just harmony for me and you,
The two of us--a perfect blend.
I’ll cherish you my whole life through,
My Dear Love and Loyal Friend.

Copyright © Dina Platt

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Loves deadly spell

Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life

Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never

a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"

Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?

Copyright © Deeana Valencia

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Musical Lips

Whoe’er she be the creation of gazing and killing lips
That is not impossible to hold and to scream,
Whose form which I look down at the flesh of sea’s tulips
As I puzzle the need from my heart to stop it to go in bloodstream.
For where all stars far away come and stay where’er she lie
And those eyes direct to fear and I admire;
Till nothing tread out of me from the unseen outie
And still, or glist’ring nest a backfire
Of this whole thing wring the last message of passion
And fair lips, which the youth dire to cover with words;
To rise, “Bring all what it aspires and earnings compassion!”
And it was then Heaven can testify from the summer chords.
By the lovely out dream and day all night
My body and your body shall airtight.

Copyright © George Zamalea

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Baby, you remind me of a bunny, 
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,

you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,

when we speak i feel the love 
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple

I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end. 

Copyright © Nya Johnson

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A Contraceptive Pill

Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame

Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?

Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show

Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!

Copyright © Neha Godambe

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In A Hotel Room

In A Hotel Room

In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.

As a friend I helplessly watch 
As her happiness turns to shame 
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.

There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.

Players play for keeps 
no conscience they can sleep.

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver

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A Divine Love

The wind up in the trees calls out his name
I search for him there in the sky above
The depth of his soul and mine are the same
There's such joy in the spirit of his sigh

I'll wrap him up and offer him my peace
Rock him like a wee baby in my arms
This love and devotion will never cease
I can feel the power of his sweet charms

My soul is now reflected in his eyes
His essence paints the color of my heart
I'll strive to make him laugh and soothe his cries
His world is mine and thus we'll never part

I know that angels guide our path of love
I've seen the blessings flowing from above

for contest"Sonnet Me"
sponsored by Sara Kendrick

Copyright © Deb Wilson

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My Love for a Hispanic Girl---Spanish version

Una chica hispana la fuerza y belleza tan sabios y fuertes, creo que estoy enamorado de ella. Ella representa al sol que brilla toda la habitación y mi mundo por día. Por la noche, ella es la luna que sube por la noche, y mi buena estrella.La belleza de todas las niñas hispanos están floreciendo como un lote de rojo, amarillo, blanco y rosas rosadas. Cuando miro a los ojos de una hermosa chica hispana, que brillan como un par de caras diamantes por valor de 1 millones de dólares. Cuando veo la cara, es como mirar un ángel

Copyright © Brashard Bursey

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Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

Copyright © Ann Rich

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The knight errant sent for me, but I’ve gone missing
For three days now, while he’s composed a ditty:
In the tide of feminism I still haven’t given up kissing
Being what is termed fatalistically pretty - 

But I can be the ‘no’ that makes for nice
When his flame burns under his boiler suit,
Then I’m decently torpid like a fish on ice
Where the guts need to go when the runts root - 

A pillowing breast, my nightcap a soliloquy
To hell with his billowing sails and pregnant ships
Let him go, this guy who’s got everything but me
With his big thighs, big legs, big hips - 

All the things we women should shun
Save satin, silk,  squirm,  sperm,  and …sun.

(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley

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our neighbour

Our Neighbours. 
In the darkness of the Ramallah night there is a light
An ember of hope, as the world is lowly and begins
To see that suffering is not one sided. 
There is fear on both sides of the eyesore walls one 
For losing what they have acquired, the other for losing 
The little they have left. The victors are sensing they are 
Prisoners too and might be on the wrongs side of 
The walls as they sink into the ennui of misplaced hubris

Semitic people they are both Moslems, Christians, and
Jews, not fundamentalist in the rising tide of intolerance
 Both sides in the world of chaos can find common ground,
They share the same culture, relatives lost in history.
May they overcome strife and find neighbourly peace as
The wind blows bitter dust in the Persian gulf. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

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Sometimes he enchants me with his word
The sea of phrases laps around my feet
His vision hones on truth just as a bird
Seeks its mate to fit a fancy, greet

With the sun each rising lovely day
Preens his feathers shining in the wood
As a flowered clearing on the first of May
Seeks redemption for all Adam’s brood - 

The twain, the pair, the loser man with Eve
Stumbling on knowledge – a foxglove’s draught
A sweet sip to stage a sin, as if to grieve
Hard labour, the smithy’s spear and shaft

To gauge surrender, ‘twixt good and evil torn - 
To gouge the heart, this child of woman born

by Rosemarie Rowley
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley

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The The Arms Of An Angel

Once I looked into the eyes of an angel
Something I heard only happens in fables
Like they said, I felt only peace and love
And the softness of wings just like a dove.
Could something so perfect really be true?
For the pain of love was all that I knew.
Always hurting me and making me sad,
Taking away everything that I had.
But this was different, not nearly the same.
He scooped me up and out of the hot flames.
That ruined me then, but not again
For i was happier than I had once been
Warm in the arms of my fair, sweet angel.
Tucked in the warmth of my fairy tale

Copyright © Marrissa Kamckey- Harms

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A Penny for your thoughts

I did ask myself why it did happen
Why did my life suddenly become hell
It used to be all so blissful as would a stay in heaven
When, in my lover's gaze, I did consider myself to be his only belle

But I did come to know about it, by means so clear
My lover was to me, a cheat
He did cheat on my trust, he did make out with my peer
Why, now, with truth imbibed, I do feel like I roam life's lonely street

Shall I even gather myself back up
Life is made of struggles, of pains, of aches
What matters is how we do cope with it all, how we do gather ourselves back up
I shall fly again, I am sure of it, even if now I do feel stuck

Why, Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, 
And therefore love is what I shall now leave behind!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...

If anyone eats this bread

He will live forever

Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"

Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine

Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union 
with the Lord God.

Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ

It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ

The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.

Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar

He is to be honored with the worship adoration

To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude

Expression of love

Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord

Written 09182012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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No Chance For Pretense

I vividly recall the dream, of the moment, I first saw your face
Unsettled, quite smitten, my mind became an empty space
Words tripped over, then skipped out, along with my voice
Like a bashful school girl meeting her first crush, I lost my poise

The fine, white, sun baked sand, like sugar, glistened
Lost in thought, building sand castles, I listened
Soothing sounds from crashing waves, seduced me into sleep
As cool mists from crested waves hungrily licked my pretty bare feet

I turned, to watch the seagulls, and there you stood, in the distance, staring
In that moment, quite unafraid, I stared right back, admiring
With each step towards me, this silly heart begged wings to fly
Before long, we stood face to face, knowing steamy summer love had arrived

Abruptly, I averted my eyes, from alluring smile, your eyes, too intense
Steamy heat invaded this body, leaving no chance for pretense

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick