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Sonnet On My Threadbare Love

My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .

My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.

My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.

To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.


For PD's "first love poem~ (on the soup) Poetry Contest"
Written about a month after I came to Soup in the new year
of 2010!


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The Non-Proposal

This is the story of a clueless man
I had to give the “eye” to for a dance!
But once he noticed me, the tale began.
However, it was not a huge romance!

He had no car or money. Both of us
were students, broke and working. What a pair!
We didn’t even get to take a bus,
just talked and walked together everywhere.

We talked of everything; I even cooked
his meals. He lived next door! There never was
a day we weren’t together. It just looked
like we’d get hitched. No reason. Just because!

No courting; no proposal did I get.
In forty years, I haven’t heard one yet!


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Whispers at Daybreak

Such tender whispers waft on salty air
On foggy mornings waves are brushed in gray
I hear you then as winds caress my hair
Your murmur’s soft, but I know what you mean

The day will soon come when we live as one
You know I miss the sea scent in your clothes
Our earthly union – life had just begun
You asked for “waders;” I said, “What are those?”

On morns like this I put your waders on
Reach out and search in misty sea for you
The realms separate us will be gone
To vows we made so long ago, I'm true

My lover, teacher, mentor and best friend
The bond between our souls will never end



*This is an English sonnet 
Entry for Debbie and Cyndi's Sonnet contest
Dedicate to my late husband


Written January 15, 2012 for Francine’s “4 forms, 4 themes” contest
Theme:  Lost Love  


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BEND ME TOWARDS DAYBREAK

Blanket us with fantasy and carnal words, enfold us in binds of desire, Come closer, whisper of wants eternal. I’m your changeling, no longer attired by modesty. Kiss me into the quick then set afire all these girlish greens, Let my soul perspire, my skin flicker, Let lips scandalize unlaced bridal planes. My new world, I taste a map on your tongue, But your hands are home, open, welcoming. Master, slave, both united and undone, I crave, how I crave this soft becoming. Tonight caresses, makes no rough demands, so bend me towards daybreak, my husband.
*Inspired by Klimt's painting "the Kiss" **This is a modern sonnet


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Star Struck

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. 





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Ice Blue Heart

Your heart is cruel and made of frigid steel
a sharpened chisel is your angry tongue
and with your tool you carve the pain I feel
each time all of your hurtful words are flung

You slash me as you twist the words I say
within you no compassion can be found
as pieces of my heart are chipped away
and die in crimson piles upon the ground

I question what lies in your evil mind
you act as if you are too blind to see
the way you hurt me with your words unkind
and how your vicious tool has damaged me

Why do you say you love me like you do
when your cold heart is dead and icy blue?


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Boyfriend

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. 


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Let us start all over with hope

Bad days in life are meant to learn
Reminds that good days are going to return
Let us start all over with hope
All the ups and downs will gradually cope

I missed you more and more each day 
Words can be expressed..but i can't say 
Whenever I remember of your smile
I feel I cant miss not even for a while

I am still living with your memories 
Hope you will listen to my apologies
If you are not in my life, where would I be
Life definitely seems to  be a dark sea

Let me bring a piece of rainbow and color our life
It is all my pleasure in this life to be your wife......




Dedicated to and written for my hubby


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A Physical Therapist

Physical Therapy came in the door
To take him out in the wide hall to walk
He got to go places he hadn't been before
He saw folks that hadn't seen and to them talk

P.T. helped him get up so he wouldn't fall
Nurses came to help him take a shower
All obstacles placed against gray wall
Minutes upon minutes turned into hour

With just a normal old age human ear
We listened to noises in hall by day
If animal outside alerted by brey
Tightly enclosed in hospital room we couldn't hear

The situation sometimes made me feel
As if in this case I was simply third wheel


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The Bride

On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"


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A View From A Hospital Room

Checked the small view from hospital room I did
Doing this deed was just a simple thing
View top of trees but bottom half woods hid
Windows in building right, sun_ clouds mirroring

How many persons from car wreck slain
Thinking continues noise from hall distress
View draws me in_to outside once again
Are the crows high in nest now comfortless

Will my love whom on my bosom kept
Be kept safe_God will heal I am quite
Sure, even though now the time light has crept
The deciding factor will be tonight

At our home will he come once again to face
All the love and happiness in this place


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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


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The Bride

On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"

dated May


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Heavenly Soul Mate

Does my beloved soul mate still see me When he glances down from heaven above On our blue orb can he find a girl so wee A young lass who hung on his every word Can our future reunion he foresee If I cry out his name, will I be heard Our Earthly time, albeit far too short Has carried me decades beyond his death Will he still be my most chosen escort In heaven’s grand dance floor where angels sing As time passes, I still count every breath Does he know I still wear his wedding ring Can he hear my laughter and share my glee Knowing he above others I preferred
Written March 23, 2014 for Craig’s contest


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A Bubble Blown Up With Breath

I will tell of love in fourteen short lines
Remember when you chipped bone in kneecap
So much pain for you and me nothing fine
Knee pain for you for me nausea trap

You had surgery, nausea had me
One baby in arms another womb bound
When you came home, total care you no glee
Beside chamber nausea vomit round

Daily existence for weeks ugly trap 
Baby, husband's care between nausea
Holding baby my only relief gap
Situation had me deep undersea

Love is deep when one gives beyond their strength
Giving beyond the call of duty is youngth


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A Day To Be With You

"Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes"
Whenever see them, my thoughts turn to you
Home grown potatoes, home grown potatoes
Whenever peel them, my thoughts turn so blue

"That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday"
Where freedom from mundane chores fade, fade
Like washing human made clothes come wash day
No more will life be feelings masquerade

"Where sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy"
Sunny day that I could just spend with you
Both free from pain we're no longer snappy
In the warm sunshine we our love renew

"In rocky catheral that reach to the sky"
"Let me kiss you,""Then close your eyes".

John Denver's 
Stanza 1:"Home Grown Tomatoes"
Stanza 2: "Take Me Home, Country Roads"
Stanza 3: "Sunshine On My Shoulders"
Stanza 4:  Line 1, "The Eagle And The Hawk"
                Line 2,  Two lines from:"Leaving, On A Jet Plane"

Inspired by Tracie's contest
"Sing A Song For Me"


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For You, My Ingrid

Silhouette in the doorway sent from above.
You, my delight, came to make this soul whole.
Love standing there amid dreams and foxglove.
Soft as a whisper, true love flooded life’s stroll.

Branch of hope’s olive, contentment of heart,
Innocent pretending began thoughts’ sweet impart.
Despair flew away on your wings my sweet dove.
Long forgotten desires returned with pure love.

Peace in my heart a new trust did cajole.
Oh banquet of emotions enrapturing surges,
Reason and reality lost in boundless control.
A brightness of self, flourishing emerges.

My greatest delight, dear, was falling for you.
Love tingles the pleasures of hearts, we two.

© June 16, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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The Bride

On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"


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The Scent of Water

He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.

Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.

Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.

When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.



*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her 
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She 
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband. 


July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson


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The next few moments

Jiggling keys,he gave his crown a scratch
then took another look at his watch.
"You're gorgeous, now please get out!"
for the 10th time he cried out loud.

Out she emerged, breathtaking, as always,
dropping baubles, tottering in her Jimmy's,
Smile still smeared, they left that hour,
unaware of the timed out counter.

Tyres screeched as he sped,
"take it slow honey"she requested,
when, an unexpected brightness grew larger,
until black, and then, everything grew calmer.

With excruciating pain he awakened,
looking around called, "Lauren!"
the teary faces dropped and nodded,
"We're sorry" , they whispered..

Suddenly lifted by a whiff of heat,
all he could hear was his own heart beat.
limped out, made a futile attempt to find his dear,
and crashed with thoughts of future fear.

Shutting the door behind him,
reminiscing love, life, past with grim,
clouds of  "what if" floating his self ,
whole world reduced into a tiny elf.

Moving on is most important at present,
Realizing a  reason, he may not accept,
 he still breathes, for that very reason,
And, taking care of himself will never be treason.


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Her Cultural Design

Feeling the thoughts that arise each passing day in life,
To be listened too, not to be chastised in given advice,
Wanting to be respected so real, not considered rife,
Affection daily, needing not much, desiring complete slice.

In love, I provide nurturing care when ailments occur.
In pain, I deliver daily chores wanting just sweet words.
In humor, I tell stories that may be enriched in a stir.
For these are feelings of my mind, not told for the birds.

I am not the only one belted in time by hormones alone.
However, my delivery of life challenges and stresses me.
I have intelligence, though many make me out, like a stone.
I have anger and strength, which I show in such deep degree.

I feel to be showed love, desire pleasantries from my other half.
I truly hate to be downtrodden, played as a joke in a laugh.


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Rev My Throttle

As last rose of summer opens wider
Night is drawing nigh, rose cutter in hand
The rose clipped in its best stage; placed in cider
Jar that was used up, cleaned_now it will stand

Jar of cider was enjoyed long ago
Remember that day on our honeymoon
You were so young with raven hair my beau
We found that road side stand that afternoon

Bought that jug of cider that was so cold
Refreshing after long ride around mountain
So eager for life that we would build_hold
Hold each other_life; wanting to obtain

I clip that rose_place in memory bottle
One memory revs my motor throttle


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Me, One Alone

I stood staring at the moon
I thought about a night so long ago
What happened I shall never know
It was over much too soon
When he walked into the room
My love for her inside did flow
What could I do my love to show
He smiled and she did swoon
What happend next how shall I tell
For is caused my heart begin to swell

Eternal love we did vow
Our life had just begun
That was then and this is now
I am me, one alone



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Women are always right

Furiously giving into a man
is the worse thing that a woman can do
when she knows she's right. He will think he can
get away with anything. Telling you
he's the boss and makes the rules from now on.
Last time I checked women had their own mind
thoughts and opinions. They don’t need, "I'm gone,
because your not my sweet old mama" kind
of speech. They need you to admit your wrong,
and tell them no matter how hard you try
that you will never be right. Sing a song
if you have to, just don’t make your girl cry.
Just remember that when you think your right,
your not. The woman always wins the fight.


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Come Ride Into Life's Sunset

Written in response to traveling west on a highway facing the sun setting behind dark gray clouds

Come ride into life's uncertain sunset
Where dark clouds may accumulate with dread
Sun's only peeking through mostly ordained
Giving life those moments when with wingspread

One soars in the presence of the Son's love
Feeling His voice tenderly saying come
Feast at my table of gifts tasty, Dove
Focus your eyes upon my beauty some

Ride to life's sunset whatever circumstance
It may present, hold my hand_understand
This is new ground for me_hope accrescence
In love of mankind for heading to promise land

Uncertain skies streaked with gray, sun at bay
Love can lift, sustain, ingrain us for day!

accrescence means growth, continous growth
Click on About This Poem
Sponsor: Michael Falotico
Contest:No Nams On This Love Contest


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Echoing abuse

His words concealed a life so full of lies
His hand was soft which held her gentle palm
She raised her head and looked into his eyes
Without a twitch he played her heart with calm

He knew the signs the ways to find his prey
He’d showed his smile and hid his means to harm
It was for him a laugh a game to play
Where he portrayed a mask with grace and charm 

From young till now with ease she chose wrong men 
And then she’d fight to keep her man in vain 
She craved their rage became the nagging hen
It seemed as if she aimed to live with pain

Dad hid mum and he found a mum to hit
Mum loved dad and she was treated like sh*t


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We Are Free

His kindness envelops me in pleasure
I feel inspired, satisfied, euphoric
Wonderful inklings are my measure
Embracing me in all that is domestic

He breathes compassion across my heart
I feel revived, encouraged, edified
Brilliant ideas have me feeling smart
Into his attentive ears I will confide

His gentleness melts my bitter judgments
I feel affectionate, intuitive, enlightened
My spontaneous senses grow in patience
Tranquility within has been awakened

With him, I feel like me
Together, we are free

©2014 by Regina Riddle


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Retire And Be My Love

Come along retire, travel with me
Be my love in places we've not seen
We'll travel around the  world our home
Roaming those valleys and mountains tall 

Our love won't wane only grow__untame
We will have all our pleasures anew
Every moment treasure  other
Whilst each day brings us new sunrises

Each one more glorious__ exciting
If these pleasures seem your heart  to move
Come be my love in our latter life
In passage  over the ocean blue

We'll travel see the world anew__dream
Dreams that our imagination schemes


(Parody of "The Passionate Shephard To His Love" by Christopher Marlowe (1564-
1593) for Dr. Ram's contest.)


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I am Man


When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths that are caves of echoes, opened with skeleton 
keys,
The makeup of a man with gray and white matter speaking to him,
Seats of consciousness much more grandeur than the largest auditorium,
Fleshy pods of minds, bodies, and souls, that are glass snakes with broken penis 
limbs,
Regeneration of anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and love trapped in the hearts 
sunless atrium,
Driving on streets with war bonnets making exchanges with Julius Cesear in the 
passenger seat,
Boxing wrongs reminding us that we are men, and men we are,
Love letters from Sappho, slapping vulnerability, and veneered with eroticized heat,
Ermine men with life lessons spitting out the memories of nightmares,
Graveyards of bones with worm infested skulls, and dreams at rest,
 To be a man in life, to be a man in death, here, and there, he must live or die the 
noblest. 


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A Queen's Address to the King

Lie down, leery fiend, vile hands are unclean.
Your tongue is milked by the dew of the past.
The shadows beckon to your heinous schemes
Which stir forth by the ardent rods you cast.
The mountains roar back at you and the Son
Seeks you every day. Remember, I sold
My soul to drink from your eternal sun.
Wine is greater than your concubine’s gold.
Test the waterfalls in our dry places.
The corrupt winds won’t stand against the tides.
Proud king of chastity, rain myrrh and grace.
Lighting is the true power of your bride.
Oasis burns from the spark of your soul.
Stars live in my heart, a real beloved role.


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My Last Tour

My last tour of duty is finally near
To never see again this barren frontier
My heart beats wildly to be with my wife
To live tomorrow and beyond and get on with our lives

I dream of the airport as my plane touches down
To run into her arms in kissing drown 
Rushing of home to continue our bliss
Thoughts of our love drives me to wish after wish

Our romantic want starts since many a night
Rose petals, candles and champagne delight
Silk sheets and oils to well into the morn
The delight of our union, in nine months our first born

To love and to cherish my wife forever
Our hearts as one, and never to sever



My entry into Laura's " A Romantic Longing " contest 




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php






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Sing to me

Ligeia is my Greek siren singer.
Singing warmhearted songs of happiness  
At night, I waking at sunrise to her 
Indescribable Psyche* loveliness.
Although oracles consulted are wise
And state her beauty is too great for me.
To leave her on a mountaintop advised
Placate the jealous gods I’ll not agree.
Unlike Eros**, Ligeia lights each lamp
And knows her man that loves her every night.
She’ll not make compromises -not this vamp!
So serenade me Ligeia, excite 
My fancies. Sing to me songs that we love
The kind we dream and those still undreamed of. 

* Greek goddess of the soul and one of exquisite grace and beauty.
** Greek god of love, husband of Psyche.


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Car Salesmen - sonnet

The car salesman chipper, on a very stressful night.
Cars new with ecology saving devices, not too shabby.
The Smiths need a deal, for salesmen a familiar plight,
Yet, at the roadways of heaven, ecology makes you savvy.

“Four doors!” the husband touts, the salesman takes the offer.
“Six cylinder!” the wife says dreamily, into the salesman’s face.
 “All Electric!” injects the wife, proceeding to empty the coffers.
The salesman knows, he’s got them in an familiar place.

“A Cadillac!” the salesman smiles with teeth so bright,
“On sale,” the wife makes a strong, decisive case.
Simply driving would be, a practical, glamorous sight,
and discourage the rumors, the couple has no taste!

       “Electric batteries last a life time,” the husband notes,
       “We’ll take it!” the wife jumps up and smiling, dotes.


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Poetic Nuptials

My love you have found me in my proudest hour.
My dear I found you in my prayers so clear.
Soon we shall be bound in harmony of power.
Soon we shall be together in a bond so sincere.

Take my hand and promise to love me forever.
I take your hand and swear to cherish your heart.
Holding hands honoring each other in this endeavor,
Now we share words that can never be torn apart.

Looking into each other’s eyes, glistening in love,
Seeing each other’s hearts shine in heartfelt gold,
Standing so very close, watched by angels above,
We fold together for our binding kiss does unfold.

Bound in matrimony today, we placed our rings.
Upon each other’s fingers, now our passion sings.


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Where angels go

Two doves perchèd upon the throne of God
Fore'er indebted in wedlock'd bond.
True love cannot be measured with a rod.
Like ripples on the Lord's celestial pond.
Bouquet of wild aster both shall pick
In gardens, both share harvest of their love
with children who will compliment them quick
We bless them both with light from Heav'n above
As love has taken hold of man and wife
And may that bond be blessèd with glad cheer
Together they will start their Christian life
And let us not shed ev'n single tear
Love's purity is like the fallen snow 
Part not until they tread where angels go.


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My Pot of Gold

To my love I shall pen a treat
Sharing how I truly feel
For your heart is my retreat
Till death, love you, I will

Instantly I fell in love with you
And everything fell into place
A first glance love forever true
One I shall always hold in grace

As the years come and go
And age replaces our youth
I shall adore your very soul
Our love shall be my truth

The truth with-in this Sonnet told
Sweetheart you’re my pot of gold


P.S. Currently my wife and I are in
a struggle to keep our home. I'm
compelled to devote my time to
our current problems. I will return
to the site asap. God Bless


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Swooning

Mild developing thoughts awaken me to passion.
Postponed my romantic feelings upon the hour,
For your words raptures me to be old fashion.
Releasing me to shrink into your arms power,

Romantic touches pulsate and lift my sense.
Repetitive sweet words my feelings breathe in.
Kisses that make me shudder in suspense.
Your rhythmic breath boils my adrenaline.

Tonight shall be gentle and graceful affair.
Sliding together in paradise in our love pose,
Steadily uninterrupted with no care,
Quivering along with a shudder, everyone knows.

This evening shall be shadowed only by the moon.
My promise to you my love, we shall both swoon.


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He Could no Longer Deny

The day we first met he melted my heart
He held me so close we were never to part
Weeks and months past as our love grew strong
In each others arms is where we belong

Then came the night he never came home
I sat up and waited my mind so in roam
Eventually he appeared and found me in tears
But I knew in my heart my internal fears

We sat down and talked as he told me why
That he no longer loved me he could no longer deny
This girl he's been seeing is half my age
My internal fears grew to external rage

The day we first met he melted my heart
Never again will he hold me as I watched him depart



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Who Bears Your Infancy?

What silk conducts the frail nocturnal moth?
What hand commands its drunken fabric flight?
Whose guiding threads are weaved within its cloth?
--the same maternal moon that knits the night?

Can such a lantern lead it to neglect
the sov'reignty endowed within its wings?
Can such resplendent light induce defect?
Does radiance incite its ragged rings?

If so, what poor parental sense does she,
the nightly wife of dawning's eye, display.
What mother lets her children toddle free
when faulty fathers seek to singe their way?

Why must the moth revere the mother's name,
yet turn to ash before a father's flame?


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The Love You Give

You are not like those other boys who hurt me;
I think I love you, but I’m scared to love…
If only pain left here would leave me be;
The heart inside me is tender like dove…

I can feel your love knocking at the door!
I see what you show and yes, that I know,
And yes I know it’s so much more in store…
The love shown is soft and tender like snow…

I’m scared of love because of its past life,
But I seem to think of you every night…
You treat me like I’m your future wife…
This whole relationship just feels so right!

The love I get from you is so clever;
I wish I could make it last forever…


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Welcome to Your Wife

If I were you for a day and you were me?
Could you love me more than I love you?
Would I love you more each day and be new?
Will the Sun shine bright in our eyes to see?
 
When will the Moon glow and lead our way to be?
When will the Stars shine bright by just us two?
Why does the dust give up its spurs on the dew?
Why are the doors locked with only one master key?
 
Welcome to my life,
Welcome to my home,
Welcome to your wife.
Welcome to this dome.
 
Welcome to the Sunrise this day in the light,
And welcome to the Sunset on this lovely night!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich    2006


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Master Blasters

Incredible as all of this may be,
And just as brilliant as our fate is,
You are my unique lift to my wiz!
So it looks like it is you or it’s me.
 
We’re in the winds and we both run free.
All of this is hers and it’s every bit of his.
Those two are master blasters put to quiz.
Together they locked eyes eternally to see.
 
They are dancing on the Moon,
Or they are singing to the Sun.
Their love has come too soon.
Now familiar renewal has begun.
 
They are in full bloom with a force that is most incredible to blossom,
What a glimmer in their glare they sand blasted out of awe to awesome!


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A Petty Argument

Honey, just once, would you keep your mouth shut?
Why? Your mouth is the source of all our problems
That’s why. Oh, now you’re calling me a nut!
When you’re not calling me names you condemn
Everything I do or say. What’s with you?
Oh! Here come the tears! Turn them off my dear.
They always seem to appear when the two
Of us reach an impasse, crocodile tears!
Look hon, this is a silly argument
Over what I said at the beginning
I had no idea it would augment
Into this sideshow that’s never-ending
I guess I said some awful things untrue
I had no right to say those things to you.


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Dying

Edna St. Vincent Millay
From
The Harp-Weaver and 
Other Poems
(1923)

Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
"What a big book for such a little head!"

Come, I will show  you now my newest hat,
And you my watch me purse my mouth and prink!
Oh, I shall love you you still, and all of that 
I never again shall tell you what I think.

I shall be sweet and crafty soft and sly;
You will not catch me reading any more:
I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
And some day when you knock and push the door,

Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.


Dying
Sara Kendrick 
November 03, 2009

Dating, oh! so much fun doing new things
This person is perfect in every way
Movies, popcorn shared, touch, a brush, heart sings
Just want that caress, the arm around stays

Now awaken to another day, no play
No brushes, that gentle caress gone, left
Control norm, making demands, no sun rays
No! I will not go to a movie, daft

Dying spirit on the inside daily
Longing for love, acceptance, fun again.
Could be just a walk in the woods baby
Sitting close or lying on couch in den

Soon I'll be gone no longer home near
I'll go out to find myself, my soul, love

(I enjoy reading a number of poets.  Edna St. Vincent Millay is just one of 
them. I wrote this one after reading hers above. I have heard so many women 
complain after just a short time of marriage how they are treated.  Then I was 
reading Millay and saw things are the same as then.)


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Silhouettes Captured

Animated in the night we fall prey to our love so sweet.
The ambiance is familiar for us both to be complete.
Flirty and sweet our love continues to grow more.
Guarded we share so many words that we adore.


Lightly we continue our lives in total faith and bliss.
Jealousy haunts us not we will listen not of this.
Magnetic love that attracts each other each day,
Memories of our past surround us in every way.


Privately we bond our love in style and gentle grace.
Openly we generate and show the faith we face.
Romantic things we do for each other through years.
Shadow our life and shows in each other’s eyes in tears.


Not of sadness, but joy and sharing of our love so strong,
Our silhouettes captured spiritually, without any wrong


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WHO ARE YOU

                                       Who are you? I don't know
                                     Let me know first myself better
                                             I will know you later
 
                                               Do you know that
                                            if I know you better first
                                                 you will be later

                                           Come on and go ahead on
                                              I want you be the top
                                         I want to cheer up with that Joy

                                             You hate me that I know
                                      but I love you even I be a sparrow
                                            You be the Queen always

                                             Far away from the Region
                                             though there's no tension
                                                  I love you always

                                         
                        
Note: It's a write of a good husband of hot head with calm mind  where                               
well wisher husband wishes the best for his wife in casual dispute.                                        


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The Keeper

I was washed ashore with Mountains looking over me and I could hear roaring Seas.
The sand covered me and my toes curled with sand dollars by the dozens.
I saw dolphins gaming and fish were everywhere, I even met their distant cousins.
The Sun was shining down on me and the Moon was jealous but the clouds gave way.

And I looked up to see the Stars shining and they told me it’s a most perfect day.
Salted lips and these palms fanned, I knew right then I was meant to be.
I stood alone at the shore and blue skies fled taking notice of little old me.
I was touched and moved balancing these visions I began to breathe.

I thought I was by myself, but I wasn’t, not this time.
Looking up I say leave me alone, be gone I’m on my own.
Looking down I am amazed at how truly this is so sublime.
You are the keeper of my secrets and I am of all the unknown.

Shining down upon me you are always standing right there,
Here I shall share myself with you and then I will begin to care. 

® Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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Until death do us part

Most of us at one time or another take this marriage vow. At the time it is usually a rote
recitation because we are young and our attention is on other imminent matters. And that's
the way it should be. Nevertheless, if we remain married and outlive a spouse we are faced
with the same thoughts, doubts, questions and helplessness as the man in the following
poem. Verse 14 he does the only thing he can do to express his love for her before the
casket is closed.

She laid upon a cold and stony bier
within an open coffin lined with silk.
She didn't look the same: Her face appeared
to have an ashen color,white as milk.
In life her comely facial features glowed
a lovely roseate. but now she is dead.
Forever gone from me. My head is bowed
in prayer and sadness all around. I dread
the coming years without her next to me.
Is life important anymore?, I asked
myself. Her love is still alive but she
is motionless before me with the mask
of death and delicately folded hands.
I gently touched her golden wedding band.


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Union

The bond began and I walked beside a unique breed
Taunting my inner sensitivities
Pushing my sanity towards madness
From there I became like stone
My empathy died
My sympathy took a vacation
And it never returned
It chose to stay away
For the union deprived me of my security
So I bring forth no compassion
Change bestowed me
Like a butterfly turning back into larvae
No longer a beautiful mind
But a vengeful entity


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Weak Promises

Gave in again to your weak promises and lies
What was I thinking; what a shocking surprise
One can only say I’m sorry just so much
Before your apologies are forgotten as so is your touch

Cruel dominating and obnoxious; remorse is vainly unseen
A split personality; one loving, one an intolerable fiend 
My patience is thinning as my love for you sadly as well
How could you not see the signs, how could you not tell?

I’ve always dismissed gossip; giving you the benefit of a doubt
That their perceptions were mistaken and your meanings were devout
But love they say is blind and I’ve lived in darkness for far too long
For what they spoke was truthfulness; I was the one who was wrong

This sickening pain I feel in my heart will fade as time goes by
Remembering your insensitivity and how many times you made me cry
So thank you for giving me the courses on how to be isolated and alone
You gave me the strength I needed to commence into the fearful unknown

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Symbolic Lies

Representation you do depict
Of a crafty liar who does subsist
Can’t keep focused in any type of thought
In fear of being noticed, in fear of being caught

A figure so grand, yet honesty you lack
Stature so appealing; strangers you do attract
Charisma and charm attached as well
Don’t get too close for dishonesty they’ll smell

Reeking of deceitfulness; the aroma engulfs you whole
Never believing the price you’d pay would be your entire soul
So go ahead and fool them; portray yourself as who you’re not
For all your lies will catch up with you and never be forgot

It’s amazing how your contentious has no remorse to show
It’s astounding how your dignity has vanished ever so slow
So go ahead and fool them for I know who and what you are
The time is nearing quickly for all that charm to unwittingly disbar 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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I Hate You

Is it a sin to say I hate you?
Even if this is how I feel?
Lack of remorse and empathy
Your reactions simply unreal

I was raised never to say this
With morals and values emplaced
But I cannot help to feel this
My life with you is such a total waste

I hate you more than anything
This feeling I cannot hide
You see it when I look at you
So foolish, tossing it to the side

I was raised to be better than this
And never to say hurtful things
A sin to me would be hiding
The hate inside and what it brings

So yes I definitely hate you
Everything little thing you portray
I hope you have a good back up plan
This trial is over, my life begins today

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Ligeia

Ligeia is my Greek siren singer.
Singing warmhearted songs of happiness
At night, I waking at sunrise to her
Indescribable Psyche* loveliness.
Although oracles consulted are wise
And state her beauty is too great for me.
To leave her on a mountaintop advised
Placate the jealous gods I’ll not agree.
Unlike Eros**, Ligeia lights each lamp
And knows her man that loves her every night.
She’ll not make compromises -not this vamp!
So serenade me Ligeia, excite
My fancies. Sing to me songs that we love
The kind we dream and those still undreamed of.

* Greek goddess of the soul and one of exquisite grace and beauty.
** Greek god of love , husband of Psyche.


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Selective Hearing

Wasted thoughts of memory
You can’t remember anything
Are these actions intentional?
I’m frightened by what they bring

To me it seems to be selective
Your memory so to speak
For things defined important to you
Are the only matters you seek

Why won’t you just open your eyes?
So you can see I’m not the enemy
I’m the one who gave you my life
Yes, that woman was once me

Seeking your monetary gain
Is all you seem to care about
Lost perception of who you are
Pure intentions never devout 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Their First Time

Upon the bed she lay, in the darkened room
She waits patiently for her lover to be there
She is the bride, and this night he the groom
As she tilts then her head, adjusting her hair

The door, it had opened, he then stepped in
She smiled so sensually yet so soft and sweet
He went to her, placing his hand on her chin
Told her that his love would never deplete

She sat up, took his hands, made him lay down
Body to body, feeling warmth through the touch
He felt her breaths through her heaving mounds
She felt him energized and saw just how much

This night would be theirs and theirs all alone
Embarking on their new journey to the unknown 


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I Remember

Remember when our love
Was so thoughtful and so kind?
Remember how you made me laugh?
Now I see how love is blind

Remember all the power you held,
with one embrace and passionate kiss?
Remember all the endless laughter
And the sweet essence of reminisce?

Remember the passion and caring
Over the simplest things in life?
Remember the moment you asked me,
To be your faithful wife?

Remember the how much you loved me,
And showed me with actions instead of words?
Remember our zealous display of affection?
The idea of it now seems to be so absurd

Remember how considerate we once were,
A very long time ago?
Remember the tone of our voices?
Soft and gentle without a despicable show

Remember when you said I do,
For now and all of eternity?
Remember we vowed to love each other,
To which both of us agreed?

Remember the many tears we shared
Over the many losses in our lives?
Remember you told me nothing would change?
Now we’re struggling for “this” to survive

I remember………

© Stacy Lynn Stiles