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Obsessive Love

Press not to flaming lips your tepid kiss

Touch not this burning form with hands of ice

A lukewarm love can never bring to bliss

Nor will indifferent love for me suffice


Seek not with obligation to appease

Perfunctory in making love to me

Disdain is what I feel for “gifts” as these

Tis better far, my dear, to let me be


For if you not assess my heart aright

And think me one to faint with weak caress

You’ve not been seared by passion’s burning might

Nor tasted honeyed dreams that I undress


Hope not to bed me with halfhearted plea

With love obsessive, take a hold of me

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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The Scoundrel's Game

A yearning for affection and romance can cause one’s getting scorched by passions’ flame. Love blooms if it is given a fair chance, but some attempt to play the scoundrel’s game! A tender soul can be bamboozled by the man who has an inner soul of ice. The love that he professes is his lie, and cherishing himself alone - his vice. The one he lured will struggle to maintain her doomed relationship with him; she’s torn! The taste of love once sweet turns into pain, for what she offers is returned with scorn. Abominations always will exist. Take care one's not a scoundrel you have kissed! For Dictionary fun....#1...Delilah's Words! Poetry Contest

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Mystic Dancer

Dancing around a cauldron fire
to the sounds of a golden lyre
and a bubbling brew
of bat and shrew
caught in the cobbled rain
they release their heat and pain
into the darkening world
while your senses become unfurled
to herbs and secret balms
and your beating heart calms
into a sensuous trance
as you join in the dance
of turning, swirling,
death defying twirling
seduced by flickering flames
you lose time and names
of bad or good
must and should
spiraling into a peace
to find your heart's release
through this dervish portal
ever after an immortal
in the dance.

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Paradise My Sweetest Love

My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!

© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved

5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. 
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010


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.


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Novella My Love


I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence of her feathered nest of dream
perched in peaceful solitude autumn falls with golden leaves
where hymn's flow free within a quest along the winding stream

Has my presence ever crossed your mind in lonely nights of need
of placid love refined in gold where one desires thee
a place where time has come to stall of gifts of love and deed
in lust I wait in colors of spring for her my sweet jubilee

In last breath fare of desperate need my eyes have finally seen
my fair young lady from distant hallow floating near within my dream
I hear her voice in loving song with tales of gifts foreseen
with silken wings she flutters free to rest along pure stream

I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence far beyond the graceful trees..


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I’ve learned lips can blossom under a sigh,

A hand will lift for a kiss to its palm,

Hours pass slowly; some walls are so high,

Sweet sin, come again! Replace this chaste calm.

Eyes, remain shut, there is no passion here,

Choose to daydream, recall each of those charms,

Cold sun, leave now, let the first star appear

So I may return to his bed and arms.

Yearn, how I yearn, though fulfillment was mine,

Pierced and provoked, I’m beholden to thorn,

Succumbing, hearts waking as limbs entwined,

Rapture mouthed my name and I was reborn.

Farewell, innocence. Love does transpose. 

Tame, no more. I have become the wild rose.

This poem was inspired by the JW Waterhouse’s painting, The Soul of the Rose. Please click on the about this poem link for a picture of the painting.

*** a Link to the painting:

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Your mounted passion climbs, and I’m replete 
With glow, to open mouth of eve-song’s  fire 
Inside your breath, as tender glances heat, 
Embracing this and that; lanterns conspire.
Fingers trace our names among hungry stars, 
Deepening blaze of love and quest for time,
And twilight warms one breath to yield afar
Thus, giving way to lip-kissed hours sublime.
We taste the wine of affection with grace
As rising dawn acknowledges our rites, 
For passion is supreme, in dream’s embrace
On heady walks where laughter pure excites.

Until one day, a farewell drowns our lore
When moments strayed as endings, nevermore.

~Inspired by Meatloaf's Song with the theme
on the polarity of passion( expressed through love,
romance and devotion), and the indifference from
such by parting in the end. 

Songs to Poetry of Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud)

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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) 

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Lost loons sulk in song, their search for meaning sends us to sleep. The park holds a stillness, but I dream of winds, ardent pines leaning towards waves, soothing the lake’s brokenness. Morning pulls us and from our tent we crawl, hailed by dawn’s parting, greeted by pale mist. While coffee perks on the campfire, I’ll put my head on your shoulder, find your kiss is as smoky as the breakfast you fry. Later, we explore the mossy woodlands and stray from the path, surrender to sighs shading the forest floor, under the span of birch. Night falls and winks to wet lovers who roll in stars then rock moonlit waters.
About this poem This is a modern sonnet. It uses off rhyme, unusual punctuation placement and contains plenty of enjambment that extends past the usual insular quatrains. Killbear park is a provincial park in Ontario. Its sites are quite... private ;-)

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Orange Passion

Light by the fire, through orange colored glass Sienna and burnt umber encompass The shades in the spectrum of excitement And passion exudes within anointment It excites the soul to command delight Her heart alights with sensual insight In desire lays kisses beyond belief Through passion I feel the greatest relief Orange invigorates the soul to last Fire warms the body for love’s prideful cast The candle burns with ecstasy inside Leaving us to peel our grudges aside Through the colored glass of lovely passion Feel the heat of the flame’s hot emission
Russell Sivey Contest: SOFTLY SENSUAL Sponsor: nette onclaud 8/21/2013

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		                I forgive what you have done to me. 
                                          I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?

                                                                        ~Heathcliffe, Chapter 15~

                                          That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. 
                                          That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; 
                                          and take him with me: he's in my soul."
                                                                        ~ Cathy, Chapter 15~

                                                           Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte


Haunt you, I will haunt you, let me haunt you like the words of love that you left unsaid, Shadows will disturb and storms will renew longings for a shared grave. Come, kiss the dead! Remember the moors and our lost secrets that ran wild, petulant with pride and rage? Rain and time will shake your panes with regrets, This captive walks while you pace in your cage. Forgive the murderer, bury your hate, that cold sin that keeps us both company. Heathcliff, let down your final guard, I wait! Haunt me, will you not haunt me, Fiend, haunt me for I cannot rest while you burn with breath ... I spurned our life but you deny us death.
*By Cyndi MacMillan For Nette Onclaud’s Soul Partners Contest Couple used: Catherine and Heathcliff

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Message In The Sea

Turbulent broods embroil a dark cave 
That lingers on fire that rages in you
To capture and kiss the orange you enslave
Through turbulent flames a heart bleeds true

Kiss scarlet lips slick and moistened with dew
Tension pulses these cracked cement walls
A chasm engulfs….a black sea in brew
Through blistered rain vociferation calls

Desperate hands reach to capture the sky
Where words on wings send prayers at night
Riding black stallions (bareback)…they fly
Through briars and rocks….tempestuous flight

          Fierce burning love that so mournfully cries
               Transcribing a hope for these tearstained eyes

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Evening Swim

The night emits a citronella scent
   From tiki torches topped with living flame;
I swim in circles -- softly speak your name --
   While starlight washes over us, content.

Cicadas still sing secrets to the trees
   Like Summer's heartbeat throbbing in the dark --
While on a new adventure we embark,
   Sped onward by a silent, gentle breeze.

Your kisses ripple slowly down my spine --
   Your touch is strong and steady, like the tide --
Warm bodies wrapped in motion dip and glide --
   You turn the turbid sea to fragrant wine.

The rising moon gives witness to my cries;
Tonight I drown within your ocean eyes.

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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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Out of Nowhere

What we are trying to do this morning,
pulling some poetry out of nowhere.
Drag it kicking and hopefully screaming
out from under the bed,or from somewhere,
maybe crouched behind some lonely synapse
deep within the jelly I call a brain.
Just try to fill a page, you fool, no lapse
is allowed. Beat the bushes, stop a train,
play a new piece of music, a new beat
that you can tie some words to, stalk the muse
into a corner, fight dirty, some heat,
anything you can, I don't know, some ruse,
cross-eyed, tongue out, drooling on the keyboard,
anything to add a poem to your hoard!

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Speckled Sea Air Stings Soft Skin

Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today,  the sea formed  haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday   sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of  soft ocean sounds humms  by to and fro
Seagulls squawking , flying in unison form a V- like kite formation
Their pale eyes widen  as red feet and beaks hover and flutter
Two yellow labradors swimming and weaving from shore to  ocean
Bounding gracefully into the water , chasing and  jumping in unison
Tirelessly,effortlessly running along their beloved ocean shore.
Young dogs greet each other in an excitedly ,friendly fashion.
Horses hoof prints embedded gracefully in the shoreline sand....
Broken glass edges  made smooth with the sands abrasion
Oh wonderful mobile reflecting the sunlights warm sensations!

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no more u in us

once there was you and then there was me, that made us you
 gave me your heart and I gave you my love ,
we lived and we laughed and we made plans this was us.
but you changed you acted strange and that is not for us.
you cheated and you lied and you abused my trust , that's why there is no u in us.

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berserker but

Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder
O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder
A tale untold until the flash of crashing light
Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight
What is this rack of torment in suspense
To cause this pounding redness of  intense
Can winds of Wodyn thrust valkyrie thus
The tides are wrong this singing song
Will be the end of us
The tunnel forms to take us in it's dance
As axe and sword a swing to madness trance 
Once more to see Valhalla's open door
Or wake to shaking silence on this shore
Bathed in others' blood  still yet unsure

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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.


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Whispers of Love

Your softest whisper, how it floods my soul
It glides through veins eliciting control
There is no place where it does not embrace
Disrobes me of my negligee of lace

That whispered vow you sealed with lover's kiss
Your body claimed me, took my soul to bliss
And while enraptured all my heart could hear
Were words so tender, whispered in my ear

Abated storm of passion, now at rest
Your head is pillowed softly on my breast
I’m pleasure sated as I whisper sweet
“My love, this tryst has been a glorious treat”

My name you whisper just before you sleep
A treasured whisper that our love will keep

For Gail's Doyle's Contest
Whispers of Love
April 2, 2014

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He gently looks at me with dusky sighs
Although he’s bared my soul a hundred times
Those deepened eyes unfold to memorize
All captive thrills releasing moans , sublime.

His eyes are twilight’s song in waves of haze
Exploring hunger’s thirst, a moistened glade
And every movement sets the stars, ablaze
To grasp the blooming rise of tunes replayed.

A mounted flavor climbs, and I’m complete
With glow , to open mouth of eve-song’s  fire 
Inside one breath, our tender glances heat, 
Disrobing this and that, moonbeams conspire.

Those dusky eyes anoint my fluid skin
As ripples of chaste love tremble within.

Any Subject, Any Form--New Poem Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot

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The sentiment in the cinnamon stills

her hand. She's recalling eyes so like spice, 
softly piquant. Mmm, how they'd widened 'til

starbursts were all she could see. Once. Twice.

They had been rapacious. But what is love,

she thinks, but a delicious consummation

that never truly satisfies. Ground clove,

a dash of cardamom and sweet persuasion 

is stirred and stirred. It's an old recipe,

one as familiar as the noise he makes

when he devours something savory

or honeyed, sighs from him breaking.

When the cake cools, she'll steal a tiny bite

to wet so much more than her appetite. 


*Inspired by Debbie Guzzi?s haiku 15
**This is a contemporary sonnet

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" Fairest Love " (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Thou has the fairest of features my love.
My conscious of thy beauty shall not die,
It surrounds me thus, as immortal glove.
Your piercing beauty of blue eyes, as sky.
Thy warm body I shall ever cherish,
To whom my soul doeth forever belong.
Thus my desire for thee shall find flourish,
As the night birds in the night’s fairest song.
Thy lips my beauty drops as honeycomb,
It’s  honey sweetness from under thy tongue.
From the pleasures of thy love I shan’t roam,
I am come to thy garden to raise young.
Thou ravished forever my heart my spouse,
From thy love’s presence I shan’t ever rouse.

Shakespearean Sonnet
In Honor of : Dr: Ram

Placed #8

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A Love Poem

Beloved, turn off the lights; speak to me;
Is your heart to be evermore my own,
does my name slip from your lips silently...
content, that I should need ne'er more to moan.
Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes;
reflections holds no secrets from within.
For the souls bidding eyes will ne'er tell lies,
remember, doubt not… your want is my sin.
Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams,
come lay with me as if I were dying?
Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream;
listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying.

Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire,
though daybreak begins, as the night retires.

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shakespeare parody 2k14

Shall I compare thee to a most foul stench?
A skunk’s sweet-smelling aura more lovely
Than that ugly face which makes my fists clench.
Pray you leave; that we should be so lucky!

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is your pale complexion broiled,
To peeling, pasty, unnat’ral pink lines,
Reminiscent of a red lobster, oiled.

But soon, sweet sleaze-ball, thine sunburn shall fade
And leave in its wake, that china-fair skin,
Which glitters bright e’en in afternoon shade;
So strange I suspect you are but pure sin.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives my complete hatred for thee.

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Touched By Your Flame

Ripples of heat through your fingertips 
They light the flame that keeps me alive, 
The warmth of your breath on my two lips 
It is for this that I now do strive. 

Passion burns hot, as the flame licks high 
No cooling for us till fervent spent, 
As flames flicker round two bodies lie 
In ecstasy our spirits cement. 

Let no one destroy this love so strong 
The flame of life that fuels never fools, 
Let no one dare charge that love is wrong 
The memories where mind lingers rules. 
Two hearts two souls together as one 
Two bodies bound entwined conquered won.

Contest entry:

© Mandy Tams © Harry J Horsman  collab

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Upon A Bed Of Petals

Her life was full of joy and dreams
Expressing life and whatever that means
To live each day with new filled hope
Was the only way she knew to cope

Her love was hidden deep within
Full of passion,angst and sin
She loved a man she shouldn't take
Will she pay for her mistake

They shared their passion behind the door
Hidden from all, she wanted more
She deserved more than she received
And when he'd leave she cry and grieve

Upon a bed of petals she lay
Sobbing, imagining another way

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Aphrodite Night

Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder, where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain this part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night when Aphrodite let us see.
And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I will do.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Without You

Define your lovely, soulless heart in death
 To take my heart would be a risk; a storm
 You licked your lips to taste what i had left
 And jumped from cliff to rocks, i was forlorn.
 Upon my lover; roses wilt in pain
 For I’ve lost the one whom has no soul, and
 Was all this give and take with us in vain?
 I loved your soul and heart, we joined by hand.
 The brewing storm that took a life, took two
 For deep within your heart was love,
 And deep within my heart was you
 I’ll see you soon, i promise; heart above.
 For without you I cannot survive
 For without you I will not strive

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Moon of my Life

As your eyes face the light,
Angels roar in sheer delight,
Hymns of prowess fill the air,
A life is born to slay despair

Hear the winds, dance and breathe,
Feel their joyous, tender breeze,
Watch the moon smile and pray,
For the moon, was born today

As the golden bricks join hands,
While building us our kingdom’s lands,
Watch as fate embraces our souls,
And gets our hearts in love to fall

Listen close, as our hearts concord,
Three hundred beats, so far ignored,
Touch my hand, feel its veins dance,
Behold as my soul is enthralled and tranced

Oh moon of my life, let’s not lament,
Bathe your skin in your man’s scent,
Wear his lips as your sceptre and crown,
Dive in my blood, and you shan't drown

I look for words but words betray,
And so I’ll ask, I’ll ask away,
I shan't ask for affection,
Nor shall I for fame,
But I wrote my name on your lips
May I kiss my name?

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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!

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On A Summer's Aftermoon

Come sit a spell--we'll take a little time--
from out of life, forgetting what we know;
and talk upon some things I guess that I'm
much closer to--than things life's had to show.

Do you know love? It's funny how it goes
to almost anyone, who needs it not,
but be there need--and love--it never shows
like finer things of life, to those who've got!

Now does that seem to be a fitting thing
to talk about, as passing time away?
Or would you choose what weather has to bring
as here we sit--with nothing more to say?

I guess your life's been blessed--and filled with love
or you'd know what my heart is speaking of.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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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

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Touched By Your Flame

Your love, it does so many things to me Lights my heart afire, obvious you see It makes me see things in pinks and in reds I follow your lit path, which you have led Your power is within the flame we hold Which we now share with each other so bold Our love is like some flowers that are grand Seen at most houses in all this great land Beauty that goes further than just skin deep We are more than filled with love in our keep Our souls are covered with a wondrous flame Fire is in our hearts as we play love’s game Passion is all aflame, burning with fire Making our love be something we desire
Russell Sivey Contest: Touched By Your Flame Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 5/24/2013

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                      Beautiful Lies

        Gazing on your beloved face sublime,
        Love’s mist reflection blazes in your eyes--
        Because I know I have so little time,
        I whisper kisses with the same old lies.
        Each time I vow that I will never leave.
        Tho caught again bereft that I must go.
        The simple truth too cruel to believe
        And hiding truth retains our lovers’ glow.
        Reality is killer to love’s plans,
        No matter how both lovers promised true.
        No man's vision has passion more consumed
        Than my yearning eyes nourished sight of you.
               You slept---and I slipped silent through the door--
               Donned uniform and headed back to war.

 written 12/10/2012  (alternate ending for the 21st centuray average man)

                         Beautiful Lies

        Gazing on your beloved face sublime,
        Love’s mist reflection blazes in your eyes--
        Because I know I have so little time,
        I whisper kisses with the same old lies.
        Each time I vow that I will never leave.
        Tho caught again bereft that I must go.
        The simple truth too cruel to believe
        And hiding truth retains our lovers’ glow.
        Reality is killer to love’s plans,
        No matter how both lovers promised true.
        No man's vision has passion more consumed
        Than my yearning eyes nourished sights of you.
               She sleeps---and I sneak silent through the door--
               Now dare to seek the playoff football score.

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Vex In Nirvana

Bare feminine feet amongst the blind weeds
On naked skin she paints a pink that bleeds
Journeys the still soar of wind that echoes
Where only his reflection truly knows

Mirrored eyes that gaze deep in scars of rain
She hears his whisper through her weep of pain
“Find me!“ she cries atop the mountain peaks
Petals plead the sky …voiceless yet she speaks

Captures the substance in a strong man’s hand
In him spills her essence….golden grains of sand
Poured hot on him in endless wells of sound
Pier glass….reminiscing lust…true beat found 

        Raw ripping bliss….this restless breaking heart
               Wretched rapture….can they endure apart?

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A Stranger

A stranger walks across the crowded floor
catching my eye, he gives a wink and bows
taking my hand he leads me to the moor
there lays me down between the cornfield rows

The moon gaily smiles and gives us a wave
enjoying seeing us in passions throes
he carries me off high until I rave
such tender passion from me overflows

Washing, lapping, flooding all our senses
we whisper sweet nothings to each other 
enjoying without any pretences
the bounties belonging to love in languor

He set me afire with love's own passion
we loved without an intermission

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Burning On

My ache licks like a furnace, Silent Spark
For you have further prolonged my patience;
Building on the weak to perturb the dark, 
To surrender selfish sense of silence;
Your silence, an incision to the heart, 
Angers that which disappears out of sight,
That mocks life, to its desolate ill part;
Cowers me out, so far-sight may ignite.
Bright am I now, lost into void and woe,
A panic fire orb which hath poured;
My speech and my prudence still lacketh flow,
Blackened from all heat sorely abhorred
Oh, I do light thee well as I may try
For you I burn on, till the day I die

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I Wait Now

Thee are my lover, I return to see.
I await thy words, which will make it so.
Thine eyes are as green, not full of envy.
They glisten with such a glorious glow.

I beg with mercy, shall not make me wait.
Receiving your gaze from your heart, divine,
Just one spoken word shall open the gate.
Two words that you may speak, so very fine.

Captivated by luscious shining lips,
Readiness of just one kiss sets my bliss.
Give me a message before next eclipse.
Or my life will fall into ill remiss.

Is it my lover that I hear speaking?
I wait now, for my love I am seeking.

written for
Sponsor Sara Kendrick 
Contest Name Sonnet Me 

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From the Overlook

a Spanish sonnet

Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet.
Your scorn will reason well to wonder why 
I attempt a smile even though your eyes   
refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet. 
We need to take stock of trust when we meet;  
weeds of abomination  poke and pry.
From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh,
you uproot our relationship with deceit. 

Your lie lacked confirmation from the start - 
why you would mock or kid, I do not know. 
Struggle rose within this admiring heart;   
impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe
of love to root out what your two lips thwart.
Each day, sees me at work melting your snow.

I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships.
Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.

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Sated Love

The look bestowed upon me makes me yearn
A smile that speaks of favored pleasures near
You blow upon the embers make them burn
Shut out the world; enclose me in your sphere

I feel within your arms the burning urge
To claim and make me yours as captive one
Your raw desire now with mine does merge
Your searing hands defy the blazing sun

Scorched in the flame of your inferno’s heat
I moan your name as soul and body melt
Hands clutch and twist the damp and crumpled sheet
As hungry lovers we the rapture felt

A cooling breeze from open window seeps
As sated love once more in dreamland sleeps

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Song of Solomong 2: 5 - 7

Strengthen me with raisins,
    refresh me with apples,
    for I am faint with love.
6 His left arm is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me.
7 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.

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Upon a Bed of Petals

There placed on my bed from my wife so sweet Is a pile of rose petals so elite Gorgeous they are with a symbol of love Shaped like our small hearts, glories from above Their light fragrance filled up our entire room There’s not an inkling of impending doom This love that’s not crafted from a patent There's just happiness and joy are present The petals together represent time Each one is a year unified, aligned Now we are to lay on this bed of joy These petals for each of us to enjoy I pull you down with pure romance installed We then reach the height of passion enthralled
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Upon A Bed Of Petals" contest 3/20/2013

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Last Life

I did see you out of the corner of my eye,
Chills ripped through me raging in wind.
I did not know you to be a lifetime friend.
Our last life we must have said good-bye.

Our love did not just come in and out to die,
Our souls would be encircling merciless sin.
I am feeling you breathe me desperately into your skin.
Be it to you I never could tangle up my red rag tail dye.

We went away,
We came back,
We went astray,
We became slack!

Our last life has predefined today’s feat of fate!
So, my destiny by fate is forever in you my mate!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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On The Bench

On a bench,where I sat waiting for  heavenly inspiration,
as the yellow sun moves downward and slowly evaporating,
with my pen and note pad , I`m tuned to this inclination,
The blowing of thick summer dust is quite exasperating,

but its effects nullified by the whistling of the canary,
Alas!a bus stops suddenly,like a magic carriage,
And a psychedelic dame alighted carrying a black berry,
blood rushes to my fore head,making me lose courage.

This lady is captivating and rare in the sea of Pisces,
which makes me to adjust my Telescopic lens,
Her mesmerizing moves make me forget my present crisis,
as I lunge out to impress her without sitting on the fence.

She smiles with a snow white teeth as she approaches,
wooing and making this lady mine will stop all reproaches.

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Night of Love

If morrow never comes to this I swear
Tonight I've gone to lands most bright and fair
On crest of ecstasy in sea of dreams
Where love and passion mix in flowing streams

The night I’ve passed in angel arms of light
I’ve tasted from his lips of pure delight
He showed me paradise within his eyes
And with his gentle touch my spirit flies

He hushed my soul with words of comfort sweet
From bounty of his love gave me to eat
And then he fed on me to have his fill
A feast of love replete with every thrill

I wished the night to never reach an end
For we can make of love the finest blend

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. ~ excerpts from Pablo Neruda’s poem, “Love”
Flushed hands spill passion, softly wild In a languid explosion you rise With threads and threads of angst piled Spewing flamed embers’ cries And I feel your veins in my chest From twilight laced I rile again Down fingertips my soul’s unrest To drain on verses from your pen A language of fire scents my mood, That marks thorns when love and rage twine. Sweet flowers ache as plucked lyres brood On frail stars, veiled light breaks my spine Dear Neruda, salt of heart clears Offering balm of gentle smears ~ Pablo Neruda , a Chilean poet, and diplomat, was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971. For Francine Roberts’ Tribute by Sonnet

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Like The Finest Of Wines

You say I'm old enough to know better;
But I am still young enough not to care--
So I'll compose another love letter
To shake up your world, my dear lady-fair.
Your kiss still goes to my head like champagne.
(I should have built a tolerance by now!)
They send me spinning around and again...
I can't get enough of them anyhow.
I may not chase as fast as I used to,
Nor do my passions carry me away,
But my heart's embers still smolder for you-
And they prob'ly will 'til my dying day.
Our love matures like the finest of wine,
Whose bouquet piquant endures for all time.

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A Cowboy's Love

His dallying was more than she could bear.
Each time he came around and tossed his love,
as if it were a lasso, in the air,
the sudden swirling loop it made above
him caught her quite off balance every time.

Entwined, not fighting it, she'd weakly stand,
but nothing was so utterly sublime
as being tied up in that glorious strand!
And nothing she could do would make him stay,
for growing restless, he would always loose
her, kiss her tenderly, then stride away
and leave that woman aching for the noose. . . .

the noose that he alone knew how to make
but just as effortlessly could forsake.

Written 3/1/11

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What's Cooking Good Looking

with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late

sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell

waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides

this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start

Tribute To Romance

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
A Romantic Longing Contest

GL All

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'Though I've yet to behold your unseen face'

Though I've yet to behold your unseen face
or hear the sound of your unwhispered name,
the thought of you rekindles my embrace
of our fore-ordained meeting all the same.
I often imagine your graceful image,
fondly picturing a beautiful vision
of you--an angel with divine carriage
and a radiant halo that's golden.
I am so in love with the thought of you,
that not even the rifts of space and time 
can halt our meeting when love means two--
I thus love you through this eternal rhyme.
     So abide with patience by knowing this,
     before too long we'll share a loving kiss. 

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To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.

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Dirty Art

I’m ready for a little artwork, baby, so could you grab for me a shovel and a pail? Let’s head down to the seashore. Maybe you’ll lay your body for me on the sand? I need some sand with grains of silt and clay - a little dirty - just like “sexy you!” Such grains (when mixed with water) lock and stay! With sand like that, there’s so much I can do. I’ll blend it with some water from the sea to make a castle. YOU will be the base, I’ll thickly spread that mixture wantonly along your body – stopping at your face. . . No crashing waves will sweep away my art. My castle will have barely got a start. posted by Andrea Dietrich, 5/7/2012 Now For PD's Second Chance Contest

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Touched by an angel

My life, it has ambled treacherously for some time now, To the cheerless and ecstatic, diurnal and nocturnal rhythms somehow. Furtively it quests for joys life seldom offers, With the touch of its lips and the rock of hips, from luck and fortune’s brimming coffers. From caged intangible impregnable expanse, into my hazy apparitions, an angel, she descends, To be tended softly first and then into me she blends. An angel they say she is to all mankind, Peace of mind and all the joys festoon themselves combined to whoever she be confined. Last Sunday’s dawn, when seeking solitude in a musing trance, Meditating on my heart chakra, without thoughts in my mind swaying in a the ceremonial dance, I felt the caress of her aura and poise, Mien & demeanor of her simplicity swept across me without any noise My yearning heart suckles on her auric light and feverous emotions that are diffuse, Kindness her moniker, and from now on from within me she will repeatedly unleash and break loose.
21/3/2012, by: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)

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O' how my spirit longs for thee


These subtle days in solitude pass
as each season greets a new dream
with wind bending through meandering grass
an impulse charge of life redeem 

With arms raised upward to healing light
in each breath I feel as one
a gift of completion sings eternal flight
with scattered stones, rich soil and pulsing sun

I once again return to the spirit within
made of fragmented pieces of endless breath 
where flesh is left behind and spirit love mend
a flight soaring freedom without pain nor death

In awe I rest beneath the weeping willow tree
O' how my spirit longs for thee...

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Dissolute December 1

Dissolute December

As far as the dissolute December went
And beyond , went the waywardness of minds
And the apostate April at last did  end
The real- time revelries  sometimes feigned.
Letting the reins drop and resting all bother
And clicking away   till the  parting of ways
In the thick of things , with one thing or the other
The reasoning  remained  stupid anyways
Depressed , texted; and  devastated, e-mailed
The status quo still stood so  starkly severed 
Malware still  ruled the failings  soulfully  rued
In the wake of rulings, rash, virus, fresh, brewed.
Booting up senses to download  life once more
Gadgets of  head were restored as never before.

@  23/Sept/2012

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The third element in Othello-N

The element of handkerchief in the plot
Becomes its important pivot symbol 
A heritage he got from his mother first
The Desdemona’s virtue sexual.
Losing or giving away meant her fall
Was laced with strawberries’s image design
On a wedding sheet bloodstains recall.
More interpretations one can define.

Iago used it on Desdemona divine
With the help of his wife stealing it
And placing it in Cassio’s confine 
Enough proof for Othello to excite
He kissed her, killed her by smothering her
Then killed himself too lying near his dear.

A Spenserian Sonnet:Rhyme scheme : ababbcbc cdcdee, with Iambic five feet

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Gazing wistfully high up in the sky
A soul in darkness wishing to break free
If not the stars, at least the fire-fly;
For bondage it is not destined to be.

Leaping desires, never curbed within,
Tireless efforts adding up to pay
Mind enters that world, one has never been
Time rolls on, wait for that "ripened" day.

Passion stokes the fires of ambition
An impetus to beat those obstacles
Guiding one closer to destination 
Away from failure's pricking tentacles.

Exhausted, then passion flickers away
This is when the patience comes into play!

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Cold Night In Paris - Monsieur L'Vampyre

There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow,
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth,
and no demands are made, when time to go.

Where lovers slip into the hiding night,
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives for just a night, again.

And love's a little warmer, from the cold;
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat;
and warms the lives of both the young and old,
who find their love with-in their body heat.

Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
without it cold is something they would fear.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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My Super Sonnet

April 28, 2010

My Super Sonnet

Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.
Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.
So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.
Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.
Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.
Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.
You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.
Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?

I am going to think about you on this full moon.
Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.
Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.
Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!
Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.
Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!

® Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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Keep on like you do

I love our conversations day to day
I laugh at the awkwardness in the hall
I love how you are mine, my sweet blue jay
If this were a movie the snow would fall

The perfect scene that everyone desires
The paramount picture movie nights out
I love that this love does not require
Sadness and despair, the miserable pout

I want to see you as you always are
I want to laugh and share my memories
So you call to me, and I won’t be far
I want to cheer and hear your melodies

For it is a rose in any other name
I am foolish, but who am I to blame?

New found friendship in the darkest areas
But it’s not like we are from dark places
You are the light that disrupts hysteria
There’s no need to hide under fake faces

Thank you, my search for that place is finished
That place where loneliness finally dies
That place where joy is, as it should, cherished
That place where despair meets its true demise

I no longer have to travel today
To travel to that place where sadness ends
Because I have found that place, my blue jay
So from now on, what we do shall depend

Shall we travel together tomorrow
To keep fighting everlasting sorrow

What I say and do I mean completely
What I say to you I mean with honesty
But Please do not take my words so feebly
Don’t shrink in front of the face of modesty

You are marvellous, true in every way
You are graceful, so keep dancing like you
You are beautiful, so smile my blue jay
Smile and I shall be marvellous with you

Please take my words to heart, never forget
They are nothing but spectators tonight
You are the main attraction, don’t leave yet
You will rock, no need to be polite right?

You are awesome in each and every way
You are pretty no matter what they say

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Desirable Lady

Thine will, my desire, lady so fine,
These days without your touch, are cruel.
These nights without you, I devour wine.
Your quest my desire, within thine rule,

My heart and soul, torn apart and ripped,
In private vigor, I await kiss.
My spirit defiled and ill equipped.
These times are vacant; your touch I miss.

Our sensual flamboyant desire,
Your eagerness, showering pleasure,
As I hold you close, I feel such fire.
Our moments together hold measure.

My ardor is real, yours surely true.
I humbly await one glimpse of you.

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She Sang with Rapture

Into the silvery moon beans stepped
a damsel most comely, hair spun like gold
shiny dagger at her waist kept clasped
towards her victims she  was so ice-cold

She enticed them into her dark world
there to seduce and send them insane
captivated them as round she swirled
once they were caught, then  them  she would constrain

Bending them to her hot fiery passions
by love alone she could hold them spellbound
in her arms there were no earthly frictions
her lithe body kept their love newfound 

Come to me, love me she sang with  rapture 
now your soul , I will hunt down and capture

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Till Shines The Day

Tenderly hits the rain on the window

Cheers my heart as it sweeps away the dust

Fits me between roses of green meadow

Deluding me to dream, or so I must

So softly it fell as poets may tell

Passes on the gentle chill of winter

Carries me to you as I hoped it will

Lost dreams to miss, and nights to remember

Still I remember what nights left behind

Still I rejoice when rain knocks on the door

As it flames my heart, too hopeful yet blind

To shine on sweet moments I have no more

For as rain drops sneak when sun is away

So does my heart, steals dreams till shines the day

From: Echoes (

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When limbs of Montmartre tint the glow
chemise de nuit falls to the ground,
belle de jour, come moan a pale sound
through alleys winding lamp light’s flow.
Her fine heels toss on follies’ show
she, au naturel , caprice bound ;
taunting stars to rouse below.

Uphill, this mistress wraps fired lips
fleeting sighs mixing red-hot drips,
amidst night bistros’ fragrant plight
where rows of faces wet love’s sips.

Then like a dream, her bedgown flips
denying passion, oh one last bite.

©french sonnet/personification

*Montmartre—famous Paris hill where art,
music, romantic atmosphere, and bohemian
culture thrive despite its religious strains.

*belle de jour--- beautiful lady
*au naturel--- in a natural state, also, nude
*chemise de nuit--- nightdress

.        ….         .

by nette onclaud
for Cyndi Mac Millan’s Un, Deux, Trois contest
31 may 12

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''My sweetheart dwells on the coasts of Brazil--''

My sweetheart dwells on the coasts of Brazil,--
in clear, sweet notes her lips speak Portuguese;
her beauty makes the earth and sun stand still--
what a tragedy if she were a tease!
Beholding her fair face is what I miss;
surrounding her in a loving embrace
and kneeling down to give her a soft kiss:--
all these would make my quickening heart race!
The distance between us, like a thick mist,
keeps us apart;--but I by heaven swear
that someday we'll have our clandestine tryst,
place after place in the same hemisphere. 
     And if she's not 'gainst tarrying for me,
     I'd give all to marry her by the sea.

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I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Blink... Blink...
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!

By: Soul's Floetry

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My bone part

First time whom I trusted that was you my friend. 
you opposed me and broken my heart in a second.
you never think why you from my family and relations, 
you 're close to my heart to build up generations,
I open my heart, told you secret that I hide behind.
you 're one a part of my secrets that's only I know,
I chose you for my trust you know how did I grow?
you disclosed me with others I think you 're kind.
this is only a relation that's supportive most in pain, 
I were broken you offer me pleasure for rubbish drain,
Don't pin the nails in my heart don't seed the thorns,
Life is no life without trust don't strengthen the horns,
I don't know why is that you palpitate my heart?
I feel pain, I taken breath without you my bone part.

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Passion Untamed

What happens to passion untamed?

Does it consume one
like night does to the light?
or spread through one's body--
and then become ferocious?
Does it look like a savage beast?
or somehow turn into love--
like when two hearts meet?

Maybe it just remains there 
like a stone.

or does it drive you to the tomb?

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from Suede Dragon and the Theoretical Formula

A fragrant dancing tickles in my nose Inhaling deep- intoxicant perfume- Of some invisible narcotic rose. The earth is host to swirling love in bloom! Yet summers final blossom wilts away. Each dawning promissory sunset sky- Spectacular transition- ends each day, And no escaping, not for you and I! Two points of view may vary constancy, Surrendering to marginal debate. Relinquishing all fervent penalty, Embracing change, I yield, my devastate. May love transcendent of mentality Deliver always swift reality!

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Romance or love

If I eagerly wait to hear from you,
If I crave for your emotional bond,
Is it only romance in your view ?
Am I puddling in a temporary pond?

Sentiments are high but moral low,
As I await you to acknowledge,
Can I ever regain my reddish glow?
Will my true love die a slow death ?

We came closer for an Intimate friendship,
This has never slipped out of my memory,
Was I not on a road to that relationship ?
How many times would you repeat history?

Our ways to express may be different ,
But souls and hearts are still congruent !

Written on 3/8/14
Contest- A true love- poem #2
Sponsor- PD A

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Happy Valentine's Day

I was wondering what happened to you
I was worrying about you
Your silence had wiped the smile off my face
Your long distance left me out of place

But I now I see you
You have come back with a view
Of our love to be
No chance to ruin
Only intent is to reign

I will close my eyes and enjoy this moment
Of your sweet caress
Of your love scent

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Like roses on a thorn I never knew
 What I thought was beneath and what was there
 I look inside and all I see is you
 And there I found I actually do care
 More than I deserve, you make me feel
 Am I awake? Or is this just a dream?
 Heart Beats, with a tear and my thoughts unreal
 Perhaps this world is more that what it seems;
 I hope someday you'll see what I see
 Away with your pity and no more sighs
 You'll look inside and tomorrow we will fly
 You'll change and the sky will darken its hue
 Whatever you become I will still love you

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Scarlet Sin

Let me take you in-
And put my arms around your heart-
And take the load of your scarlet sin-
To help you stand, and then impart-
Release all the pain you hold in deep-
I’ll lock it away and we can forget-
I’ll give you something new to keep-
So no more will you have to fret-
I’ll take the load of your scarlet sin-
And together dear we shall yet win-

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Passions of True Love

Passions de l’amour vrai

The texture of your caresses, soft like an egret’s plumes
When you touch me, my soul’s sheathed longing ruptures
Your fragrance engrossing adorns scents of jasmine perfumes,
Sheltered snugly within your arms, you disrobe my bosom pleasures
Your kisses honeyed, scorch my skin mildly like vernal sunshine
Flames fiery of your desires smelted, consume my agile passions
Like prairie fire I singe, you’re summer’s sensual warmth pristine
My heart’s entranced wholly. Your breaths feel like aphrodisiac portions,
Like leaves lithe in air floating, our bodies glibly levitate
Your crystal eyes, glisten with a luster than sapphire illumine
Our emotions like lovecrests leap, their fervent thirst immaculate
Pure rhapsody erupts, your thrills satiated to mine entwine
Like a balm you salve tempests of my ecstatic enamour,
Toujours commence maintenant, Je vous adore toujours mon amour.

© Maverick Nyambu

Last Line is French for “Forever begins now, I adore you endlessly my love”.

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In The Silence Of Beauty

How much of words shall be compared to thee

How much of beauty thou must have possessed

For mouths had blundered when words rushed to flee

Brightened eyes by thy fairness were caressed

Gloomy hearts had blossomed beneath thy shade

Deserted spirits in thee had been blessed

So shine along the dawn where nights shall fade

And release my hopes with a tender kiss

Where warm sunshine lies over lonesome hearts

Hymns of joy flowed so softly into mine

And where dull nights fail to break us apart

I glimpsed my dreams in the sweet love of thine

Seeking in thy beauty for words to steal

As I am embraced by heart thou shall heal


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Where Pleasure Exceeds

Peaceful, quiet in the cool outdoor space The moon spots a visit, bringing some grace The darkness is illumined by the moon Enough to make a couple start to swoon Path is lit up, an eerie glowing hue Allowing the couple something to do Something that’s not allowed in Christian eyes By their gushing hearts they did not disguise The moon showing them just what they should do The shade of the night is a dark, dark blue Path leads into the darkness, nothing’s there But their eyes are surely looking elsewhere Their heart beats within the deep moonlit night Where pleasure exceeds all desires tonight
Russell Sivey

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I'm Yours

My hands possessed with curiosity Exploring the wonders of your body Stroking your soft smooth skin Faint scent of baby oil descending from within Your breath causes inferno heat Your blow has me burning internally The graze of your thumb has me lost in my mind Greedily seizing my delicate behind I moan in pleasure increasing the heat Your lips tapping the nape of my neck Your fingers tickling against my sides I'm in ecstasy now that your finally inside Making love through the midnight hour Soon to be groom and bride

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Colour Blindness - Miltonic sonnet

Showcase of my favourite painted collection,               a
Piled up for years, eventually being inaugurated,         b
Without fail, what if colours were amalgamated ?         b
No one could ever unveil my apprehension,                  a
Heart pouncing, breaths endured expansion,                a
More and more to the colours as I concentrated,          b
My senses shivered and swiftly hibernated,                  b
My passion, my hobby could not be my profession !      a
Neutral to doctor's innocuous advice on colour,             c
Who proved out the reception on retina as deficient,     d
Creator himself had prejudiced me in chromacy,           e
Dreams of painting vibrant having lost all valour,          c 
As literary gained power, hues became munificent,        d
Enriched in colors, now could be a pen's supremacy !    e

Written  on 5/5/14
Sponsor- Craig Cornish 
Contest- Miltonic sonnet


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Does not the glow of Heaven call to mind
The tears of ev'ry mother in her plight?
Such beauty was the love he'd never find,
Perhaps to lead him on, through wrong or right.

And so, this Alter Boy, who loved to sing,
Swelled up her heart, and made her blue of eyes,
Much brighter than her chosen love could bring,
To guide her Alter Boy through truth or lies.

Always he'd feel his mother's tender glow.
Perhaps to make the wrong seem not so bad, 
And if she wept alone, he'd never know,
Because his mother's love is all he had.

And all the pain of knowing, truth, it dies,
changed not the color  of his Mother's eyes.
        © Ron Wilson 2012

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His Favorite Amongst Flowers

His favorite amongst flowers
The pale pink running rose
This quiet still morn in wee hours
Take Rose note__he will compose

Thinking of her as he writes love
How he ardors her  petals
So soft to touch his cheek__ write of
Perfume on mind settle

Just to touch and inhale_beauty
Her beauty at day break
To steal  kiss wonderful fruity
Under rose trellis_quiver_ shake

His favorite amongst flowers
Rose that gives scented showers

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The Embracing

I cut through tedious chit-chat,
Null knick-knacks!
Zap Idiotic whacks!
I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat.
I’m your best bet seated where you once sat.
Smearing out your tad-bit lacks,
Running them out by the packs,
I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat.

Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you.
In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere.
If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through.
Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware?

Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee,
I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me.

® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich

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Border Crossings

Yes, I am seeing more and more cars stalled
on the freeway. I am seeing shorter
tempers. I am seeing more faces gnarled
with stress. I hear more talking of border
crossings. Things are getting much more gruesome
out there. Our leaders understand vaguely
the social beasties grinning in fulsome
anticipation the bloodbath ready
to commence. In our closed world we don't know
just how we have been marked, we have been so
comfortable so long. Nightly, we throw
alarms, check perimeter for a foe
that may come from within our very midst.
Years of greed and the ship begins to list.

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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	

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My Darling Wife

My Darling Wife

Love me when I am weak, not strong
Love me when I am stubbornly wrong
Promise me this you will truly do
I promise undying love for you

Stand with me as I fight for more
Stand with me from shore to shore
Do this I ask with love in mind
I promise love returned in kind

Comfort me when misery prevails
Comfort me when all goes to hell
Do this small thing I sweetly ask
I promise love rewards for this task

Fly with me on a quest into life
Honor me as my love , my darling wife

Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2014

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Rendezvous On A Star

Let me carry you to a waiting star,
With this kiss on your lips, we’ll reach that far
Leave behind all that encumbers your soul
On pristine whiteness with me take a stroll

Hold my hand as I lead you to a place
Where you ‘ll be blanketed in love’s embrace
There is no echo and no living sound
As you and I tumble down to the ground

This rendezvous star is for you and me
There’s no one else our love making to see
We sprinkle stardust as we toss and turn
Temperatures rise as the star starts to burn

The small earth is millions of miles away…
On this throbbing star, forever…please  stay…

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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The paradise of life.

The paradise of life,regained once again,
the joys of the life seem to come back again.

Nothing seems to worry or disturb my settled mind,
wherever I go my life seems to rewind.

Moments of the life seems like jewels to me,
enjoying each one and at last here are we,

sitting together now below the bright moonlight
with her head on my heart,what a wonderful sight.

Wished it was forever ,and nothing changed
wished I could stop the time to cherish what I gained.

Seriously unable to define the feeling of happiness
the nature being so kind to remove my loneliness.

Once more the joys flowed in , and it started to rain,
and the paradise of my life is regained once again.

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''Transfixed and caught between my love and lust--''

Transfixed and caught between my love and lust
for you, dear Teacher, feelings of passion
swell to extremes of infatuation
that I feel I will love you 'til I'm dust.
If wanting you is to sin—then I must!
How can this be so wrong yet feel so right?
O God, have mercy! Please forgive my plight
as my heart craves for a love that's not just.
Nonetheless, O Teacher! hear my young heart
and love me as you ought: set me on fire
as lovers do—like Raphael's best art!
Kiss me like no other; stoke my desire;
thrill me down there (in the nethermost part):
don't stop loving me 'til I expire!!

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Vast Love

The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain

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Welcome Back Home

I will be with you tonight,
Fondly sharing the love of your beholding sight,
Embraced meanwhile by the warmth of your absence,
Blazing passion causes me to be happy,
Distance displays disputes readily promoting a fight.
Thus conflict arouses beeping conscience,
Challenges cautiously undergone spark up our zeal,
Scattered arrangement declares the shyness of my heart,
Always adjudged is I as evidently scrappy,
True to it is our love as the mild touch of a moonlight folk tale,
My Angel; certainly our love is measurable on no earthly scale,
Fortunately I gained the love others resolved to steal,
You remain the key to unlock my passion in the illuminating darkness of a night,
Softly my heart craves for your deserved presence.

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A Reverie - WIN

Is there any one out there anywhere?
To help to get rid of this tiring sex?
Why the pure love with it we mix ever
Is that not heavenly adulterous act perhaps?

Alas! The death is attached with birth,
Attached with jealousy is the desire,
Unhealthy rivalry with success and mirth,
 My God what hidden strings there are!

Things that smell sweet are tasteless,
Things that stink give good taste chasteless!
But there is a great ray of hope nevertheless,
That failure is sweeter of all things hopeless.

Why dark, stinking, hairy part is alluring?
 If proven otherwise I will quit scribing.

Sixth Place winner
Contest : Word Hurl in honor of Farrah Chamma

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Love's Dark Curse

Beneath the holy sun and heaven's light,
Angelic standing here before my eyes;
Of hope and beauty free before my sight;
A sign of life and joy descends from skies.
With anxious heart I pray for you tonight,
That still from in these gems such glimmers shine;
This crystal glow alive and shining bright,
Though such it is that this might not be mine.
Above my head is always falling rain;
Suppress the starlight gleaming from within,
And when it ends I cannot start again
Those pearly orbs to wash away my sins.
If you knew of this curse then you would see,
Within the thrall of love I am not free.

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As Words Fall Silent

A gentle kiss that seems to stroke the skin,
As barely felt as a feathered caress,
So tender it wakens the soul within,
As from the noisy world two hearts digress.
A whispered word that begs to kiss ‘til morn
The tender sound that sets our nerves in flame,
Long held beliefs in love’s certainty dawn
With a reality that knows no shame.
Yet in a kiss two hearts beat wild and free,
As souls meet then as one being entwine
Our dreams revealed our love to you and me,
How could we know we would touch the divine?
No more words are said as we now embrace,
One single kiss and love has found its place.

Form: English Sonnet

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Silver Lining

Silk scarved words; silver lined apocalypse-
   A distant stars regret will not ever
Surmount rash amounts of emotion, this
   Disgusting leak of Heart, preyed on. Never
To match sunstroked day breaking; wint'ry
   Fragments protrude strangely from corpse smiles
Which speak speak drifting incantations with me,
   A deaf mute, caged by the shine of your eyes.
Traversing a circle of little Death,
   A cycle of red and blues: cardiac
Arrest of the sweetest sortings; now to mesh
   Touch with sultry glances that counteract 
Vocal chords on the offensive. Nothing
Beyond other's whispers, not worth hearing. 

"Silver Lining"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad

(Disclaimer: I could not find a correct, per-se, form to put this under. The rhyme scheme and syllable counting match Shakespearean Sonnets, but I would consider this more of a  'Free Verse' Sonnet. As there was no proper category for me to submit this under, and I do not want readers to believe I am submitting wrong or falsely promoting my work.)

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Love For The Oppressed

I will strive to remain cool headed and sane,
though many things are making me to go the other way,
Several appeals and resistance have been in vain,
Many times I remain bemused not knowing what to say.

Wastage and greed by the leading class I can no longer endure,
Severe hardship has made the weak to be relegated,
Poverty and disease ravage and life is no longer secure,
Honesty and unfaithfulness cannot be segregated.

In my dreams,I hear voices of many youths weeping,
To liberate the poor from this mess,I will fight,
I can`t live with this or leave this floor without sweeping,
Plenty homes have turned into graveyards which is not right.

Tiny few wallow in wealth,while plenty are being oppressed,
I would do anything to protect them ,say...I`m obsessed.

*Inspired by the song of Meat Loaf "I would do anything for love"*
CONTEST:"Songs of Poetry" sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.

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My Dearest Flower

A soldier writes home to his beloved wife

Whenever I think of the loved we share
My heart beats so fast it is hard to breathe
Love is the one thing this anguish to relieve
I know soldiers aren’t supposed to care
This conception just isn’t fair
In this thought love is there 
In the distance the trumpet blares
I remember all the roses and the wine
The dream is still so alive
Toward our future I will strive

I carry each day the joy of us
These memories shall live with me
Love that means so very much
Salutations from your Daddy Bee

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A Night of Pleasure

My lips were made to touch yours The rosy fragrance upon your skin My affection you'll always win Your rough wind bursts open my doors I count to 10 Grasping each finger Wondering where they will wander Across my glistening body You moan like a lion, a voice of thunder I know you desire To reach the end of my measure A night's supply Of everlasting pleasure

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Mending A Broken Heart

Nothing as cold as a winter of black.
the world still moves, as if nothing has changed.
"a snow angel" i thought as she fell back.
she looked to the stars "they all seem arranged".
her eyes a sunrise on the Coral Sea.
Years pass people, continue in rejoice.
my despair endless, as challenger deep.
i long for her warmth, and ache for her voice.
her love for me eternally in stone.
love crashing down in a thunderous wave.
stars came and went but i stood there alone.
waiting for deaths sweet grip, by true loves grave.
when joy comes with curved blade and dark cloak.
time will mend the heart, it long ago broke.

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Stand The Axe

Stand The Axe 

Cut the tree, making that one deep mark
silence the bird, a soft muted skylark
Step over the dead words sent on down
stealing tears from a very sad clown

Stand the axe against another tree
love and hate can never ever agree
Sweet song gifted to change wicked mind
your eyes opened but so very blind

Nay, again I shall not cowardly bow
reform your evil ways, do it  now
Last chance to set heart to winded sail
new coin , there inside the wishing well

Love cries for you to see yet again
Joyous future, one we dared to plan

R.J. Lindley
04, 11, 1977

Note:  very long ago , a young man asks girlfriend to 
choose him over families money and influence. She 
chose the money.... Life went on.... Sadness reaped a 
very bitter harvest but survival kicked in.

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Stay The Hand

Stay The Hand

Send not evil word reapers chasing me
I the lover of every lovely tree
Stay the hand of a very fickle fate
I the saddest victim hit as of late

Erase the ravages of father time
I the fool that writes so clever in rhyme
Staying the cut that ever seeks to slay
I the artist writing no epic play

Slice not lonely heart resting within me
I the clown so desperate to just flee
Staying a direct hit that would so crush
I the writer always in a big rush

Send no blades slicing into my sad words
As I tend them into my little herds!

Robert J. Lindley  08-21-2014

note: Stayed up late to crank one out. 
Drank a very cold brew . This is what I threw.
Just took my last med, time to hit tha' old bed...

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Sonnet: Always Love You

Sonnet: Always Love You

Each day I place my heart in my minds position,
I sit back as my soul begins to plea,
Stuck as I watch my emotions in a collision,
I always thought this was meant to be.

I do not think you realize the pain that I endure,
I have done right by you for many years,
You give me less I give you more,
Not a handkerchief could wash away these tears.  

Yet, despite your cold heart I have made up every excuse,
Because to you I vowed my love,
You are the one I choose,
I will accept your flaws thereof.

Even if you never see us as I do,
Forever I will always love you

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Escapades beneath crumpled sheet of shame
Married lovers romping under cover
A devastatingly dangerous game
Yet they could not resist one another

Woman emotional, man in it for sex
His gentle touch made her shiver and shake
A simple union that’s very complex
Those moments with him she could not forsake

No value has she in her suitor’s eyes
She’s a regular scheduled booty call
She was to him a consolation prize
No emotional connection at all.

The two think their spouses haven’t a clue
But they are romping under cover too

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Remember the Day

Remember the day when conversation strikes
Between the two of us for the very first time
Back then, I had no inkling of your likes
The way you know not of my love for lime

Remember the day when you first called me
I picked up the phone at the very first ring
We chatted freely from the trees to the sea
And together this ballad we start to sing

Remember the day when I'm asked to be your girl
I was blushing and grinning from ear to ear
Till now, you are still as precious as the pearl
Just like the first day we dated last year

Remember this special day of the many few
When I tell you just how much I Love You!

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I Write These Lines

Come take my hand, and let us enter deep
Into a world where only lovers know
You’ll count each kiss instead of counting sheep
And fall asleep to heartbeat’s shining glow

I take your hands and bid them do my will
The scents beguile you, and I see you smile
The tresses of my hair on chest I spill
With naked form I warm you all the while 

I feel you wake, desiring now to taste 
Lush fruit of passion, glistening ripe for you
You eat your fill of love that’s cherry laced
And sink yourself much deeper into dew

You sleep again, an angel at my place
I write these lines while gazing at your face


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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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An Unexpected Proposal

A walk through the forest So lightly and fair Puts friendship to the test He'll surely be there. Meeting under the tree, So great and so old As she arrives to see That he was quite bold; For looking spies him there On one bended knee, Not a look of despair But happy he'll be When she lifts him back up his face in her hands Then her lips do his brush, she makes him her man.

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To a Girl

At last I feel my love so close to me,
Thy breath, a soft caress upon my cheek,
And in that touch I yield my soul to thee,
Yet my spirit is neither frail nor weak.
It is thy love that gives my heart its strength,
The strength that seeks to sate thy own desire,
And for thy smile will stretch to any length,
To see thy joy reflect in eyes of fire.
For love has come to guide us like a star,
It shimmers bright, so bright between us two,
Each forgotten dream that brought us where we are,
Two lovers who now dance the arcane blue.
As here and now we come as one to meet,
Two souls once halved in love unite, complete.

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Proud daughters with an ancient regal look; 
Each undulating move is like a kiss. 
They open up their beauty like a book - 
In righteous, rhythmic, syncopated bliss. 

Erotic ebony gives sinful shine 
To skin that glistens bright the night unique. 
Obsidian, delightful cherry wine; 
From transubstantiated Mozambique. 

Her stride is like the river as it flows; 
She moves with prideful beauty - statuesque. 
Oh lady Africa your passion glows 
With lust imbued by rippled arabesque. 

So sleek and wet her silouette goes by 
A royal beauty born of great Masai. 

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Letter From Beyond

I write this letter for I`m missing you
I know what my absence would have done,
To have a good wife is for selected few,
Without me I know it`s tough to move on.

It`s not my making for making you sad,
It`s the supreme creator that ordered this call,
Though leaving you behind makes you go mad,
Please!,endure for a while to cope with this fall.

Think of the good times we shared together
and weep no more,for the Lord is with thee,
Loads of two is now one,strength you must gather,
Leaving you is painful ,this you have to see.

Whether near or far away you remain dear,
This vacuum or space you still have to bear.

*Dedicated to all widows and their children….

Olusegun Arowolo 
CONTEST:"The poet III" sponsored by Gautami Phookan .
 I say 'weep no more'.

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Youthful Memories, Treasures Held

 Youthful Memories, Treasures Held

Memories,  treasures waiting for me
pictures frozen in precious vaults
fruits from so many time trees
holding lessons of my many faults

Endlessly endearing emotions store away
stars swept into vast galaxies of fate
on journeys my mind often eagerly stray
seeking relief, praying it is not too late

My heart keeps redial with a quick connect
loves, sorrows, sweet pains of deep remorse
ever ready to serve up for desired effect
with the wanted results given of course

Treasure waiting to be conveniently tapped
Sweet , delicious milk to be silently lapped

Robert J. Lindley  06-22-2014

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Copper feathered hat deep blue dress

Cobbled stones  dappled  sunlight  Summer hills
Dizzying swarm of relatives+friends fill the house
Feasting family table for  household and guests 
Touching voices singing praise breathing grace 
Wild climbing roses loved him to  the very bone
Waved  threw  flowers  and  cried out  his name
Candles  flickered  men  talked in  grave voices
Spanish leather boots dice musician  two lutes
Pearly skin a thousand kisses inspired  to sing
Tiny cherry chains studded rare saphires within
Delicatessan  bakery  merchants  fishmongers
Dazzling  smile   brandy  barrels mixing vapours                        
Dark red rhubarb blood trickling down his cheek
Rich golden tobacco beautifully  scented flowers

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Written Love

Warmth of your touch wrapped around my bod,
Pressure smooth and sweet felt upon my waist.
You slip into thought and down I do nod,
When excited, I’m sent into great haste.

In slight slowing gyrations do you guide my tip,
And turn me off and on by simple thumb.
Sometimes, you’ll touch me bitter to your lip,
When your mind falters, for once becoming dumb.

And you whisper lines to me in frantic,
Cover me cool sultry with your fever,
Sweat runs greasy through my breast clip, panic
That I will slip from your grasp, word weaver.

Made out of metal I am what I am,
Just a small blue pen in the palm of  your hand.

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My sunlight lover shines, warming my heart.
Her caresses divine, her kiss so sweet.
Darkness shall not cover or tear apart.
Our love secure, when our arms held the heat.

Our passion acquired, molded so discreet.
Embracing each other in love we held.
From the first instant, that our eyes did meet,
Angels sang this blessing not to be quelled.

Sunlight shall always capture our fervor.
Sunlight shall brighten our gazes combined.
Conveying faith to any observer,
That true love is never lessened or blind.

Light of my life you’re my love forever.
You are the sunshine I crave whenever.

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An ardor for poetic expression penned
Those emotion filled romantic lines drew
Passion reaching forth sweet love uncondemned
Armour poured out 'pon pages like morn's dew 

Christ's passion far surpasses human's love
With patience He looked down 'pon man and earth
Patiently waited coming as the Dove
Amazing grace would transcend with His birth

Passion waited for eons and eons
Patiently longing to redeem mankind
Creatures whom He loved for generations
He waits now for them to His will aligned

Blood poured forth 'pon sad Golgotha's hill
Passion's patience whispers come of own freewill


Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Passion Pays, Not Patience
Passion without character trait of patience can result in a disaster.....
Written: This September 2013

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Dear Beloved

Sometimes we wish for someone rear
Material things we hold so dear
We tend to miss the sight of care
Allowing sincerity to disappear

Thinking about it I'd rather you near
What matters the most is you truly care
The things you do makes me amazed,
Material things you've totally replaced

The thought of your touch runs through my mind,
And gives me chills throughout my spine
The thought of your kiss is oh so divine
Each bite each nibble is one of a kind

So many have searched for one so refine
The truth is I'm just glad you're all mine


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I’m the language of the learned
The will all the minds has created
Yes I’m proud yet fine hearted 
Who then has not seen me been manifested
I am the voice of all born true of nature
Newly inclined and of all that’s mature
Is all about your thought- real or fiction
I don’t care about your sense and diction
Just be inspired and pass your message
With the new time because I’m your passage
I’m not an inspiration to the naught
But always to them I’m a food for taught
Poetry calls – she has prepared a stable
Do you see the poetry soup on the table?

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Death Of My Lover - Monsieur L'Vampyre

    Death Of My Lover - Monsieur L'Vampyre
Out of my bleakest darkest memory
that I'd endowed to what must be
there came a burning to my mind
as cold as life to me.

For all the will I had, and how I tried,
to find a place my soul could hide
where I'd be safe from all alone;
short of my lunacy.

In all the secrets of my love's desire
that first showed with her love for hire
I never knew her failing heart
would take her life from me.

In mine own madness when she died away
the tears I shed were night and day
in search of where she might have gone
where life just doesn't see.

There's not a thought I didn't call to mind
as possibilities for me to find
the place she died into that day--
and there -- love might send me.
© Ron Wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet

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Arterial Bite

 Has not my love been welcomed in delight
 when no one else could woo the heart of thee,
 so what recourse has moved you to this night
 of holding back the love you promised me?

 No mere bloodsucking's what I have in mind
 but like the finest wine--appreciate
 what love has layed right at your feet to find,
 enjoy-- or when you cum, you'll cum too late.

 No jugular has put out all this much
 to princes of the dark, forget their claim!
 now I place no demands on you as such;
 to choose my love, you've but to say my name.

 So lay you down, and bare for me tonight 
 the place where you would feel orgasm's bite.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Passionate Heat

eyes like stars, voice like velvet 
my dream sings a lullaby in my ear, 
its his voice i long every night to hear,
sweet rhythms and warm melodies, 
he sings our song like a curing remedy.
tender hands interlace with my own 
scent of lilac hovers around me as i
breath in with soft breaths
a curtain of black surrounds my face
i feel his heat through my nighty of lace
ne'er have i everfelt passion this sweet 
i've met this man in my dreams, 
it's reality i hope, soon, we'll meet.

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africa beauty

      oh Africa!
      the land built with breats,
      overflowing with the milk of an infant,
      in the bosom of the deepest earth,
5    Yet with irresistible beauty.

      Africa Oh Africa!!
      a nation developed with admirable beauty,
      that flashes like a twinkling darkness,
      and lightens like a moon over the earth,
10  Yet brighter than a transparent sun.

      Africa! Oh Africa!!!
      the voice of fashion whispered,
      Your beauty filled the atmosphere like a ceremonious infant,
      just like the fragrant of a wooden spray.

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Sarah Fair

Her every Golden strand of hair
reflects the sun upon the earth
surrounding us with greatest worth
is her beauty ever so rare
that it cannot truly be near
knowing I could not comprehend
this gift that only god could send
coming as if my heart to mend
together we'll so lovely blend
smile alone I hope she'll wear
in hopes to see her lying bare
and fill me with such earthly mirth
as we lay now so near the hearth
embraced in a luminesce stare

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Violetta gave Alfredo a camilia,
reminding him to bring it back when it had finally faded...
to seal their kiss without its aroma;
would he have kept that promise when it had whitered? 
In a lonely room, with light barely filtering,
Violetta lays in that bed sweetly thinking
of Alfredo's hand comforting her and caring for her in the last hours...
but Annina is by her side, not daring to spread
the sad news that Alfredo has gone, hoping to return before she dies.

Violetta's eyes can hardly see...but her hands
are wrapped around Alfredo' cheerful portrait,
knowing that his love for her is profound and endless,
by feeling the warmth of his tender heart;
and getting closer to death, she wishes he won't return
with a faded camilia...even in Heaven that flame will burn!  

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The Real Experience

Pornography was thou bred in Venus? 
I know not, my life pump disagrees, 
Oh yes, Oh...cmon my mind states, 
Further and further I find we sail, 
Slowly away from our islands shores, 
Into the unknown so promising from here
Are you still a person
Or an existence without any essence
the most delightful has turned to work, 
Please be true!
Let us dance to our own rhythms--
He pornography has us in his jail
cmon slow down, relax, there you go
Finally free, I think...I mean feel

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Heavenly dream made a reality

Upon the spoken word, upon silver wings,
There was a message written to me, sent by my king.
A love song so sweet, my heart could not resist,
I fell for the one; I was made for but missed.
He sang of great redemption, of mercy, of grace,
A foreign language it was to me, I felt uneasy, out of place.
The wrongs I held on to, the sadness the pain,
Simple things really, trying to keep me from my way.
The emotions overwhelming, I collapsed to my knees,
The only feeling I could muster, was the one to appease.
For knowing I was better than the life I was leading,
I had to exceed every expectation, I knew I was fleeing.
He always held me close, through the disappointment and extreme,
Knowing that one day, I’d look back and it’d seem such a dream.
For he always held a plan for me, that I had failed to recognize,
My Lord showed me my world, as it seems through unseen eyes.
Forever I’ll feel in debt to him, although he’ll never hold me to it,
Because he always loved me for who I was, he always held me through it.
-micaiah Price

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the tedium

The Tedium

The bay of Cascais looks like a mass produced painting,
azure sea, flying seagulls and anchored ships just as 
it was when last time I was here…a sunny day in May.
Ah, this ennui, if clouds would alter a little and don´t be 
so static I will take new   Interest in my surrounding and 
don´t feel so jaded as I felt when a famous general fell 
flat on his face when caught lying to his wife and having 
an affair with a woman craving fame at whatever cost. 
Who is going to buff up the general´s many medals now?
The answer is not in the picture card bay, which today
looks like yesterdays where ruined careers come to rest 
and their historic insignificance is forgotten.

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Paradise for We

Paradise for We

My beautiful lady , my darling Estelle
sweet are the days while love rings it's bell
Paradise beckons our hearts as future opines
your beauty sings of roses and Blue Mountain pines

Heaven has now ventured down to this earth
a paradise it created with your goddess birth
Adding romantic, dancing clouds in glimmering sky
a gift, a blessing sent , nobody daring to ask why

The briefest look at your angelic smile
summoned bliss and heavenly love in greatest style
A world with roses, rainbows and purest bliss
heavenly delights our souls dare not ever miss

My darling, sing as you sit waiting for me
As I move heaven and earth to find paradise for WE!

Isaiah Zerbst , Contest Name -  A Poem in Paradise 
Submit one original poem on the theme of ..A Poem in Paradise.
 Your inspiration is the painting above, "In the Orangery," by 
Charles Edward Perugini.

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friction match

fourteen lines make a love sonnet
for both ancient and youthful alike
passionate love lines gushing upon it
putting feeling to page, like tonight

by the time that the fifth comes up
the flush of hot lust reigns full
yet already arched at its apogee
by eighth line fire starts to cool

love's fireworks blaze so beautifully
duly perfect in its dual dueling flight
yet fourth from last line seeks immunity 
as ardent passions come crashin' to dislike

yet who among would not strike that match
to fire that work skyward for Eros' catch

© Goode Guy 2013-01-12

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A Joyous Trek

A Joyous Trek 

An afternoon spent walking the trails
Nature triumphs where city life fails
A short drive to Wapanocca Refuge today
had to let my inner child out to play

First trail snaked out to a lovely pond
saw the ducks of which I am so fond
Up around another very scenic bend
two deer bolted as if we were not friends

This cool day had the turtles out sunning
the squirrels playing, the lizards a running
All seemed to be listening to Nature's tune
Mid July felt like cool morn in early June

A trek to ease a tired body and soul
serenity realized , sweet joy the goal

Robert J. Lindley , 07-17-2014

Wapanocca NWR located 20 miles northwest of Memphis, Tennessee, 
in Crittenden County, Arkansas was established in 1961 to provided
habitat for migrating and wintering waterfowl. The refuge is located 
four miles west of the Mississippi River and protected from the river
 by the river levee. Prior to establishment of the refuge, it was the
 site of the Wapanocca Outing Club which was formed in 1886. This was
 one of the oldest and most prestigious hunting clubs. The club managed
 for waterfowl and most of the lake was set aside as a waterfowl 

Today the refuge literally stands as a wildlife oasis in an 
agricultural sea. An excellent diversity of habitat exists comprised
 on mainly agricultural land, bottomland hardwood forest, early stage
 reforested hardwoods, open water and flooded cypress/willow swamp. 
Thirty small field impoundments totaling 190 acres have been developed
 for waterfowl in the agricultural area. Because of its strategic 
location in the heart of the Mississippi Flyway and the diverse 
habitat, the refuge is a prime wintering area for migratory waterfowl 
and a major stopping place for migrating warblers. Bald eagles, great
 blue herons, great egrets and anhingas nest on the refuge.

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Look at you! You are going places 
You got that impulse of control in your eyes
You have a hunger that requires constant feeding 
From a passion burning deep within your radical stimulus
You devour all the barriers that stand in your way  
Rise above all the neutralizing slander of surrounding people
To be so chargeless and undisturbed by them
Your soul demands difference!
To sour with the eagles is your point of covergence
To dauntlessly grasp ahold of your dreams and take them into your possession
I stand envious of you Self, of your fire, of your heart 
I admire your light from afar that illuminates my sky 
Your growth is beautiful, like the blossom of a flower,
Brought forth from the rain and brilliance of the sun
To feel such compassion, such power, such indulgence 
Would be next to heaven for one like myself
So carry on Self, carry on

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Adorning Mourning

Desire, like fire, wires the soul.
Hope, holding, like limbs to the tree.
The heart like a person, tries to be whole.
Breath, like spirit, striving to set free.

Life, like love, living to displease.
Love, like life, living to decay.
Death, infecting things like disease.
Trust, like dust, crushed falls away.

And still, we sit still... pondering.
Words, like worms, infesting the mind.
On this path we'll be wandering.
Thought, like the path, is left behind.

Yet, we move forward from our pasts,
and know that sorrow never lasts.

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Poem From My 8th Grade Year

Your smile is amazing and your love for me is heart-racing. Hearing you laugh makes my stomach flutter. When I am with you I melt just like butter. It's like time freezes when you pass by. And I will be truly sorry if I ever lie. I know you promised to never leave. But please be good and don't deceive. It is hard to keep up with, someone like me. And I know that sometimes, I'll just have to let you be. Your so beautiful that it keeps me starstruck. And I think meeting you, was more than "Just My Luck". If I was given the chance to be with you and always stay by your side. Then I would take that miracle and sit back with pride. I love you so much, that you'll never know, so please just stay and don't ever let me go

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We Would Still Seek

Dance in the darkness, my sweetest nocturne
While the trees swing their billowing arms round
And you sing to the sky without a sound
To shake from slumber, each flower and fern.
You call to each shadow with hungry eyes
Penetrating each ghost hidden in leaves.
An aching, longing sigh for what you’ve seen
Always rooted beneath the vacant sky.
The Earth spins around underneath my feet
But your loneliness kept me bound to land.
Caught deep in your world, captive right in hand,
But we need each other to feel complete.
With voices so raw we can’t even speak;
Even if they could hear, we would still seek.

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You appear in my presence once again
unfulfilled this love, it yearns, it lingers 
a moment approaches to a romantic sin
you an orchestra of mystery, and I the singer

You bloom so comely, a gentle sway
my dulcet beauty, thy pure love you emit 
I long for a novel of this mellifluous day
a scented candle of romance softy lit

Time shall pass, soon to come
a love imbued where passion run
a silence approaching, a distant beat of a lone drum
an unfulfilled love falls with the sun 

I brood in wait of loving passion escape
a hymn, a scent, a delicately bushed scape.....

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You're More

You're more to me than the stars in the sky.
I'd give up the sight of them in order to keep you forever.
You're more than the lyrics that make my favorite song.
I'd give back the words in order to hear your voice.
You're more to me than all the music in the world.
I'll never dance to the beat of any drum but yours.
You're more than any sunset I've ever seen.
I'd give up all the days if I couldn't hold you through the night.
You're more than all the hugs I've ever recieved.
I'd give them all back just to hold your hand.
You're more to me than any life upon this Earth.
I'd gibve my own to keep you safe from any harm.
You're more to me than anything else I've ever known, my entire life.
This is why you have my heart to hold, and keep until the end of time.

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The Unavoidable Need For Sunlight

?The Unavoidable Need For Sunlight
You walk through life, your head held high,
smile for the world to see.
But you glance behind, since you rely
UpOn your shadow; upon me.
I yearn for an obstruction 
To overcome the rays.
perhaps, then you'll face deduction
Amidst winter's haunting grays.
The remaining leaves are frosted;
They clink mournfully in dark.
Like them I am exhausted,
Wishing I could disembark.
What you need to realize is, it's you whom you deceive;
If you'd let me be your sunlight, I would never leave.

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To see fully

A glowing angel ascended from the skies:
came down, stepping slowly towards him
she touched his face looking into his eyes -
a view of heaven, galleries of a dream
something beyond beauty is seen:
through the eyes of the soul viewed
like the touch of God from within
our hearts... each other imbued
everything is seen more beautifully
leaving him to painfully and compassionately ponder:
leaving him weeping for those who cannot see fully
wishing they could have this magnificent wonder
he then wishes this for all the living: -
for most of the seeing are more blind.

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I stand before you, judged, a sinner be
relinquishing all rights, I might have had,
but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me
then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad.

I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea,
for all I've been in life, as having fun,
and all the hurt--that's been--because of me
I pray put in the past, as if there's none.

I ask your guidance, on my bended knee
protect my days ahead, if there are some
and never let mine eyes again to see
the lust of life from where all sin has come.

   And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be
   your servant who's been saved--forever free!
© ron wilson

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In thee, the world brightens
Exposing recondity to us
And yet a way out
In thee we fall to rise

Thou conceive ab inito
The plan of nation building
In you the crown caresses inspiration 
To beautify his mother more

Night, we chat and converse
With our grayish haired roots
To beg and to thank
For greater we a’e in them

A mother
Protecting and directing our course

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A dance of death, a greedy chore
     Trapped inside these creature comforts;
A chance of life may become a bore
     Outside this pleasantly right hurt.
But, soft and fair, though, of the skin,
     In flesh a silent malice lies
Dormant, unnoticed, not used in
     Context. Still, touch me as day dies.
And you, a ghost I cannot touch
     By reaching out to Heart or mind,
Caught up in this sweetly rush-
     Jaded: Nothing else left to find.
Superfluous and flushed, we breath
In gusts, unable to be free.

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Dilated Night

when the eternal night blessed our kiss 
within deep trenches of beauty we held
you left the sorrowful night with a hiss,
shall forever be a treasure withheld
a sheer memory of human nature
wondrous night that is forever praised
but thoughts like these tend to become glaciers
as that day becomes a living record
of that night your lips touched upon mine
but with memories,  some float till the end
under the swinging lamp of frozen time
with me, you remain forever adored
with your ruby fire lips and gold hair
in the twilight night we once shared

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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

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A Warriors Sonnet

My hero, my heart, in your arms I sigh,
To listen to you breathe, your pure passions heat,
In creamy dreams of sweetness long gone by,
And taste your precious kisses; wild wonder sweet.

To open mine eyes in moons’ silver light
And see your face next to mine in our bed;
I would shower you with love in deep night.
Beautiful warrior; who chose me to wed.

But alas, I lie alone and in tears,
Dreaming of you in my arms through night dark.
For a warrior goes to fight without fear,
Leaving his love pining for his sweet spark.

I will wait forever, in this, my fate.
For you, my hero, my lover, my mate.

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To my love

So let us kill the late autumn's
flowers with our hungry sniffs
And ignite in me Adam's
longing. Tears like from cliffs
of Africa will from my heart
snake through parched
fields for long seeded by what
I for long fetched
Then will I blossom and
enjoy my love-May
You and I like a turtle-band
Will whistle and bustle and stay
in love.Virtue would be my love
Our adversary would be strife.

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Lost Love

The words of a heart felt letter "I love you I didn’t do it", fading into ashes.
The flames of the hostile words "I know you did it, admit it slut" devouring and edging the pain.
I stand, broken in shattered bits, my heart washed away by the rain.
Words of love actions of hate, "Drew don’t you see that it clashes?"
It is done it is over, turn by turn a wave of relief then despair over me crashes.
Mine, yours, ours, words of love, amore’ it is now my bane.
This heart of mine traveling a one way street in reverse, in the wrong lane.
Togetherness taken for granted in its death throes our relationship thrashes.
The wrath within loosed on a dying soul.
Eternity of blackness snuffs out loves last flicker.
This barrage is not you speaking but the words of your mistress Meth.
Venom of anger and distrust conjured by your other love has taken its toll.
Seething eyes burn me, his stinging tongue whips me with one last snicker.
My affection crumpled my heart empty, descending, and falling, fading, death.
                                                                                                           Summer Gratias

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Diamond and Coal

I watch her through windows, so close.
Captivated, by her beautiful long hair,
Looking cautiously, with fearful pose,
She with a glowing face, strong and fair,

Fear of her catching me standing there.
Fascinated by beauty, my eyes observe.
Eagerly anticipating, the moment dear,
That we share one moment, I‘ll preserve.

My pulse races, upon entering her room.
Her eyes and pouting lips, gleam to me.
Heart secures excitement, before the loom.
Recent words told that she is indeed free.

Secretly, she quietly tries to entice my soul.
Dishearteningly aware, she is diamond, I am coal.

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At Least We're Not Letting Our Pheromones Go To Waste

Twist around the rim, a drunken ballerina
   Of unsorts, elbow deep in catastrophic
Breakings-perfected works of fiction shatter a
   Curtain call. Lasting shards of what I can't stop; it
Burrows into my flesh, becoming hybred with
   Misery. I would choose such over infamy
Though difficult to resist omnipotent kiss
   It's comfortable the way it is: Destroying me.
A badly broken code of strangled DNA
   Foxtrots with weighty pheromones boxed in a high
And void of selfless speakings, whispers yet to say-
   The music stopped some time ago to hear deep sighs
Or heartfelt hymns by the nonbelievers;
Symphonies strangled into the night, far deeper

"At Least We're Not Letting Our Pheromones Go To Waste"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad

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The spirit of Emily Dickson still lives... 
from her sensitive soul, words of hope 
and fortitude flow as spring rivers,
and their sprightly sounds makes one look.

And closely look into her life not lived for glory,
find those treasures she sew in a fascicle;
can her poems be appreciated and not annoy
the reader who seeks words not very humble? 

Emily ponders sorrow and death...being not afraid,
and while looking to the infinite, serene Heavens:
she accepts her fate and turns it into a quest of faith,
to make her journey a memorable one before it ends.

Let her gentle, firm voice warn you of an unexpected, fierce storm;
feel the cold breeze turn into a strong wind as she beats her drum.

My Sonnet is a tribute to Emily Dickson.

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The poetic thug

I’m a thug by nature, I was born to be
I didn’t choose the thug life, it chose me
I approach life differently, uniquely but admittedly 
It look me long enough to see
This is how it’s meant to be
I’m a poetic thug come ride with me
The journey ain’t going to be easy
But I’ll be there for you if you’re there for me
Everybody needs a friend
Everybody needs a helping hand
Everybody needs a hug, even a thug
Accept me for who I am 
A thug by nature, that’s who I am
Sincerely, the poetic thug

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Serial Monogamy - Sonnet

Serial monogamy carefree, refined and clever,
Feeds the famished heart with tenderness and delight,
Love adrift with charm and passion to endeavor,
Music plays like mist in dark and thunderous nights.

Lush romance to delicate women appeal,
My comforts pursued with no lament.
In festivals of levity my waning heart was sealed,
Perfume arose in veils as I contemplated the scent.

The dawn arose with auburn hair, a scholar she revealed,
Deep within passion and beauty, soon we vowed a pact.
Yet, others were to stagger in, the cheating unconcealed,
Love was lost as she ascends the stars, a dark and deadening fact.
	The Grey morning fog hid the gun in my hand, 
	One shot to my chest and I'll die, bloody in the sand.

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Tracey's Sonnet

Your eyes have made me see within the dark, 
See past the fear and sorrow in my life,
Your eyes a fire within my soul does spark,
This is the reason you should be my wife.
Your soul it seems has fused within my own,
Two lonely souls are now becoming one,
My purpose here on earth, your love has shown, 
Our hearts are now to join in unison.
I love to feel the calm in our embrace,
To feel the passion with every kiss, 
The world melts away when I see your face,
And life with you has been absolute bliss, 
Your beauty, strength and courage radiate,
And in my heart I know that this is fate!

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having heart

the sun sets and day turns into night
no one is around and you are alone
this is when bad things come into sight
and something new comes out to take the thrown

evil is hiding behind every door
it is up to you, which door will you choose?
you will scream that you don't want anymore
it seems too late, like your pick made you lose

but the door opens behind you and then
all your screaming will be subdued for good
you finally realize that you will win
and that you reacted just as you should 

listen, follow your heart without a doubt
and it will take you down the perfect route

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             My mother is everthing to me and more
              she would do anything for anyone 
              my mother is everything , i love her to the core

            She is down to earth, she likes a laugh and crack
           funny witty generous and keeps me on track
          caring isn`t the word that i would chose to describe
          it`s a unique gift she`s got,that i cannot prescribe

           I just hope if i reach 73, i have half of her ways
           `cos i would be a happy man and on my feet i`d stay
          she`s active independant and even drives a car
          i don`t know a woman that can span that far.

Sponsored by: ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet .. best deication poem

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Every second passes by me unseen But I can feel the weight of one minute After each hour my mind becomes keen: That these days are adding up bit by bit. Each week my personality alters A year goes by and my mind starts to twist Decades pass and it seems as time falters, My mentality gets lost in time’s mist. Yet when I am with you the clock stands still If only I could exploit these feelings I could stop the sands of time at my will But I’m not capable of these dealings Time now steals what I already forgot My mind starts to fade but our love will not

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The Heart of a Poet

The heart of  the poet bleeds words of  the conscious  
Strung like beads  into a design that is precious
A collaboration of the senses and the mind
To the poet heart. the two are entwined
When the mind begins to see,  touch or hear
A feeling  may provoke a heartfelt tear
The poet heart may strike a unsettling chord 
With the thrust of  word-filled sword
Into the core of the one who may read
And begins to sprout a poignant seed
In a heart that that was living blind
Or unsuspectingly to remind
Of the memory of a time long past
The reason why the poet heart’s words are cast

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What passion wins when saught

What love is too fragile, that shatters without any notice.
If one is raged in time, never was there passion.
To so many birds happens frail edges in their nests,
but once lost are wingless, and do fall to rodents.
Pinned with swords to the walls that bleed their regret,
is what the impassioned experience, when they fail to grow.
Rather than deploy trials through stress, they breath what is.
Unressted heads beat steadily among those that seak most control.
Unless heads compete for control, for then, sacrifice proves passion.
Only to those that pursue engraved traces of fate, continue.
Balance life in an order that's prior to our motions,
helps the world of after shine better through Karma's tests.
Proving worth comes purely from passion, convincing death to except.
No one should ponder the life that's yet to come.

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     By..Denise Andrea Robinson

From the moment that I met you, my heart went in reverse
When we locked our eyes together, our souls needed no words
You came from the darkness to rescue me that night
How was I supposed to know that you were sent to steal my heart?

We spoke for a moment; you took away my pain,
How was I supposed to know that holding back was just in vain?
That smooth and velvet skin, those brown Arabic eyes
How was I supposed to know that love was written in the sky?

Many years of love and passion, interrupted cries and pain
Then a lasting bond that binds us, from both of us were made
Then a cruel separation left so much anticipation
I felt emptiness inside of me, no words to heal such pain

I’ve always loved you, knowing that you feel the same way too
I wake up nights just thinking that this separation can’t be true
Just be patient for awhile, don’t let our fire leave your heart
Just remember all those times spent locked together in each others arms


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 I do not care about your life,
You are just pathetic,
In my back, You put a knife,
And you want me too be empathetic?
Your voice just winds me up these days,
You don't deserve what you've got,
And no one cares what you say,
Sometimes I wish, Six feet under, You'd rot,
You're all fake my love, Nothing's real about you,
I will wreck your little dream land, Burst your little bubble, 
And pretty soon everyone will join in too,
You'll fall too the ground, like a load of heavy rubble,
You're just a worthless piece of nothing,
So don't ever think that you'll ever be something.

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Oh Great Courtesan of Ancient Athens (Phryne)

Oh great courtesan of ancient Athens
Remove your cloths and step into the sea.
Astound the hearts of men and women,
A divine answer to all prayer and plea.

The King of Lydia sought out your grace,
But for all his wealth you found him loathsome.
He enslaved his people to pay your price,
Yet to Diogenes' mind: You succumb!

The great mysteries did you dare profane,
Disrobing yourself you gained acquittal. 
You rebuilt the walls and attached your name.
Sculptors, thinkers, all found you sensual.

Oh great paramour! Were you around today.
I now wonder what I would have to pay.

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My Heart, 'tis a Caged Bird

Love, what shalt I speak for what thou dost see

Through most offensive blackened iron bars

Where sky is sick and hides away the stars

Because my heart pounds ardently for thee.

My Lord's old mind was poisoned with debris

By vile council to banish thee afar

For if we came and called an infant ours

Their worth would thus be scorned, ruled by part flea.

Thou mustn’t think mine soul belongs to gold

Lest be that gold which flows from out thy head,

Then ye'd be right, and know I could not bear

A breath away from ev'ry rounded fold.

As thou dost read, I draw nigh to thy bed

To set thee free and stir the midnight air.

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Love Amiss

Tears falling like rain drops Agony pinching at my heart A wailing cry, deepening sobs All because I loved you from the start Ever since that rainy day Your smile made feel like a spring's flower Your laughter warmed me like summer may Your touch stilled me like winter's shower Then to tell you how I feel, and make Love complete Was like running to a cliff's edge 'Cause I loved you so much I'd rather love you in secret Than to have lost you in an amiss instead You were my friend I grew fond of for your beauty and your fault Now a stranger you've become because it was your Love that I sought

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colobri sonnet

Colibri (sonnet) 

Beautiful colibri your fluttering wings
so rapid it looks like you are still in air…
drinking with your long sleek beak
forbidden nectar from the honey tree.
You fly from tree to tree care not who 
you hurt with your purr of love.

Humming bird so lovely you are, totally 
amoral, I will catch one day put you in 
a cage, serve you sweet honey from a jar, 
the one in the fridge with a picture of 
a bee on, and you will buzz for me alone 
till I set you free… if I ever do.

For I too need to hear the sound of love
and dream of being totally immoral.   

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Bloodshot Moon (Sequel to Blue Moon)

And STILL I cry the blood of lovers past.
In front of me like heat she dances long.
Mirage of comfort seems to never last.
Brings out of me another dreary song.
Unfair it is to me to be alone.
A broken, shattered, hopeless, tortured soul.
Oases dry, they leave behind no bones.
But I remain, it's out of my control.
Acquired knowledge stored in Swiss accounts.
He want to hold the world before he dies.
"My debonair," he thinks, "is so pronounced.
He safely hides behind his lofty eyes.
"Beware," we say, "You know too much for love."
You'll never see a book upon a dove.

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A Day in Spring

I shall compare you to a day in spring
to complement the summer Shakespeare wrote.
Your voice is fairer than the birds that sing
of love, in every way on every note.

The sweetened fabric 'round a flower's face
is far less lovely than your silken hair:
the former lacks in sheen and goes to waste
when comes the callous winter's annual air.

The season's song, its scent, its look and feel
are still quite beautiful, make no mistake,
but this is true because your own appeal
is made the greater by these very traits.

The spring may flaunt a lovely sky and floor,
but springtime makes you gorgeous all the more.

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You'll breath her essence as her love's implied
upstairs from where she drank her watered wine,
and for an hundred dollars she has cried
to make you feel the man and feel just fine;

her Afro is all curling in your hair
and as the beat goes on it ups the price
to be two hundred and you put it there
on her nightstand so love can come on twice.

Her pith's exagerated twice as much
in hopes you have three hundred more to pay,
and you explode just from her second touch
to show you black is beautiful her way.

   And taking break, she calls for more champaigne
   while raising heat so you can come again.
South Philly is her home, but whom she lays
comes from the suberbs just the same as you,
the trash that lines the streets is trash that stays
no matter what do-gooders try and do;

all putrid is the smell out on her street
but you've forgotton what's reality
you're only here to let your bodies meet
and number three has not come on for free!

Concerning for your hubcaps is too brief
and though you've heard it, she makes you forget,
for time is getting on, and time's the thief
more than the thieves that daylight's never met;

     up on the roof there beats a summer rain
      at which you swear then enter her again.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Lost Love

Love ablaze tamed and dawn the light
An honor to find passion without a fight
Sultry nights leave sweet melodies divine
Eternally with grace for heaven to define

Through many years of sensual passion 
Clothed in kisses of luxurious fashion
Arduous winds began to muster hard
Wild thunderous clouds surrounded the bard

Words once more had tangled her throat
Many lovers of Zeus taught wisely not to gloat 
The pain stayed when she sadly walked alone
And cried a thousand tears never to atone

	Now each day is softly quiet and still
	Alone and adrift with only time to fill

Lost Love- Sonnet
January 18, 2012

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Doubtful to give into this passion
which should have not began, 
but it doesn't actually mean that I can  
let age hinder my intention.
I will express all the emotions twice
without faking any genuine smiles;
and whatever this experience inclines
me to be less cautious but wise, 
I should think of no other affection...
only laugh aloud and be delirious,
caressing a face prettier than any woman has
to feel the passionate feeling of devoted man.
Please accept what I am offering you today...
my promise will lead you to a life of endless joy!

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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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earn dont take

He is a mechanic
Repairing failed brakes
to help or to worsen
I know not

for many have fallen victims
in his act of mechanikism
the failed brake he repairs
but to second mission it

He wants it second missioned
but the result he reasons not
for life he thinks laughed
The car now bloody

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Hot passion sear through the molten air
Blind emotions of ardour lives within
Love is entangled in a snare
Restless bondage has a struggling been
One with a gift, an offering therein
Other a sympathizer, a compassionate soul
Black scar of passion an original sin
Shroud veils the wound and take its toll
An ally plays the enemy’s role
Heart’s hidden flame dies a sad death
Compassion now shares the soul
Warmth of love suppressed in a breath
Perhaps remaining single, a novice in oblivion
Expecting a better choice, a better solution

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The Lady and the Boy

Come so young boy and let me give you space
To sit so calm upon that fur of mine
You did not hear me wanting your embrace?
As night steps on its toes, all else is fine

Ay, what can you think of this sweet Dame?
A boy is still a boy, still innocent
Ponder deep! What could bring our kisses Fame?
Still shy my son?  No lips I even lent.

When moon is high I think you change your wish
As Lady of my Land I know my prey
After those cups we had you probab´ly kish
Oh, is he not cute, having none to say.

”Dear Mae, I think the turn to talk is mine
Whatever fools me I still don´t drink wine”

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Summer Tempest

Summer Tempest

My love! May you be eternal,
If you are my dream, day should never dawn,
You are my goal, you are my terminal,
If you are my shadow, sun should never be gone.
If you are my hallucinations, they should never die,
If you are my swoon, I would never revive,
If you are my laughter, I would never utter a cry,
My soul, from you, I derive.
May you be like summer tempest,
That pours on me all the sorrows of thou,
You are a treasure I need to quest,
Every time- tomorrow, yesterday, and now.
You are my sadness, you are my glee,
Sweetest thou, I live for thee.

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The Unholy Grail

In last crusade and lost cause forsaken,
  So the Prince of Epsom landed Birkdale:
To take raptures from her not yet taken
  By she possessed of such bitter sweet tale!
In the virgin waters of Point Erin
  Stood hither and yon a goddess withal:
My heart dared to want, and its flesh of sin
  Did fair lady upon your favours call.
Remembered are the concubines of court,
  The fire in my codpiece and in my jocks!
The jousting grey knights whom over you fought,
  And you, Princess, in waves of Celtic locks.
O what forbidden enchantment was she,
And what soft lingering kiss given me.

April 1994

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A Sonnet

Her face is as the rhyme in poetry,
The expression first seen and admired,
Her thighs are where the artist sees beauty
The bar, meter where I find desire,
Her lips a metaphor; always pleasure
For sound, joy laughter, and serenity
For bliss which she brings beyond my measure
With word she can bring me felicity
As part she’d take more than a year to write
Is she perfect so, this sonnet can’t tell
In this quatrain, in word, in life, and sight
In soul she is God’s tool; bringer of zeal
Much praise could she obtain, an idol be
For she is where beauty, love and soul, meet.

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Sonnet IV

The gazing silence in my eyes serves purpose;
Comprehend the plot ~ read between the lines;
My exodus has reason ~ your equivocal course;
Aphrodite calls me...allow this to nobly die;
Each day with you is coveted by darkness;
As I rest near the black brook, no tears remain;
Another has moved me, so I must depart;
I fancy he is waiting at seduction's gate;
Uninhibited, I am free within his warm thighs;
Explorers beneath a crimson blanket ~ deep;
My wings spread as I feel his life inside;
I taste the sweetness of unbridled desire;
     For you are winter ~ my heart you slain;
     He is summer...sophistication I gain.

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Sonnet III

I will unfold for light's embrace one final time,
Allowing you to unlock this tender core;
Let not blind eyes fall upon this mighty rhyme;
The miserable sea reminisces upon days of yore;
Thou art dear, kisses in the brilliant sunlight;
Let not fancy again raise its dagger to me;
Sensual, erotic as passion's sweat in the deep night;
Only the most intense love inspires freedom;
Will I view myself, and curse destiny-
Leaving me with a grieved heart?
If thou art not solemn, let me despise entry;
If emotion be false, rid thee disguise ~ I will depart;
     Whisper summer's seductive secrets,
     For thee imperfections are perfect.

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Stained in ink upon his chest,
Weaving herself into his flesh,  
Your fingertips follow his spine,
Carol, you say, he'll always be mine,

Scarred possession across his wrist,
Upon his veins, knowing she's unworthy of a kiss,
Your fluent tongue caresses and bites,
Carol, you say, you’ll disappear with the lights,

Branded in black blood, eternally scorned,
Faded to a blue blush, tarnished as she mourned,
Your love lust dances to his romantic rhyme,
Carol, you say, i’ll be here till the end of time,

Piercing his skin, a named forgettable past,
Scowling, in the wrinkle, to which she’s been cast.


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Unto the Breath of Tides

Unto the sea, disburdened by its waves:
my heart reposes as I near the notes
of tranquil tides held fast by rolling staves
emitting from the ocean's passive throat.

These velvet whispers grace my supple ear,
like waltzing zephyrs on a vernal floor.
The melody, though soft, is deeply clear,
compelling me unto its measured core.

I long to hear your calming harmony,
and scent your saline billows from afar.
Resound--resound thy chorus unto me;
coerce me unto where thy waters are!

I'll rush to where your lambent body lies
to hear the peace of your cerulean sighs!

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The Succubus I Date

You’re the succubus at the edge of my bed
that use to call at night. I was nearly dead.
You would climb on top of my creased corpse 
and claim my soul through the fleshy pours
still letting off the last remaining heat of life.
You laid your naked body on mine in spite
of the fact that you had already taken
all the religion I had left for praying.

And now, in my last blurry waken days,
you still perch yourself like a bird of prey
over my bed post and laugh at the ghosts
of my past. You have some reason to boast.
You crept up while I was half asleep
and covered me with the purple sheet.

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Gentle Streams of Tears

Today I sat down to right a poem.
It filled my heart with thoughts of home.
I put my hand on my cheek.
I never felt so sad and bleak.
I saw the pain of the world today.
Hoping to see things okay.
But the wind gently made me sway.
It made me think far away.
Knowing there is trouble time.
And now things are worth slime.
My eyes filled with water.
My heart goes out to the world slaughter.
I felt the stream of sadness.
With things that has badness.
Gently I wipe that sadness dry.
Tears that show hope with no deny.
I now see with no fear.
Futures gentle streams of tears.

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The dead will speak, if open is your mind,
but do not hope, if hope's not all of you,
forever though it seems, one night you'll find,
persistance is the tool that pulls it through.

Sabbatical thy nature; evil rein.
Supremacy of thought, the constant flow,
An opening to life, that brief Beltaine,
the window through all time, desire to  know.

The Devil to his day, his time is near.
You feel it, death the constant, life the bore,
you must light one black candle, while you're here,
to sap the power you've been looking for.

Breathe deeply--light the candle if it's black
but realize, there'll be no turning back

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            VAMPYRE WEDDING                               
I make you mine tonight, to have and hold,         
   to lie forever in this love I feel,                         
I bring an end to ever growing old,                         
   and close your eyes, to all that is not real.               
I give you love, that others never know!        
   The joy of life found only in its end!                     
And dressed in love, we go, as we must go,                  
   into the dark! The night! The only friend!                  
I give you death! Then take you ev'rywhere!                
   To know all things; and answer to no-one!               
To have it all! To do as you would dare!
    within the dark, where life has surely gone!                
        I make you mine! I sink my teeth into          
        your waiting flesh, and drink the love of you!

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The Snowfall

The snow is falling down the moonlit bay,
the wind rushing on the gorge.
Your cold head rested on the sand with mine,
with passion, facing the veiled skies.
Suede scorched suit of winter dreams
filled the years passed. And now, 
we search through our sacrificial eyes,
speaking with the falling drops of  tears.

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                    When i sit and watch you sleep,you look so tired and worn
                    you are rushing about,to sort things out,over things that`s torn

                    I wish i could take the weight off you and wave a magic wand
                    to make things run as smoothly as a pebbled tossed  in a pond

                   The ripples expanding so smoothly,that is what i want ,Skin
                   so that you can rest at ease and have peace within x

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Simile, Metaphor (Accrostic)

So close to me there's you, like empty planet 
Inviting me, as life to take its place. 
My soul is bare and hot like melting granite 
Invading you while hard'ning in your space. 
Like waves I rise, like rivers I run deep. 
Engulfing me like ocean storm you rise. 
(May I say this?) I quake that fault you keep 
Enslaved to virtue, now it's stable vice. 
Taboo? No more. Your orbit's changed, you're free! 
Around me you revolve, but it's your choice, 
Perhaps because my world by your decree 
Hovers only powered by your voice. 
Orig'nal's not this sin we gladly share. 
Repel two equals should, but join we dare. 

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Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 


Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 


The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 


Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 


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My Rose

Shall I compare her beauty to a rose,
Her smooth petals, long stem, and luring scent,
Such a verse would be so ill if I compose,
And no more a wasteful time to be spent,
Woven ropes of a coarse twine from her head,
With lips over-glossed and sensual flesh,
Caress her in the bounds of lovers bed,
As two souls as one intimately mesh,
Upon the threshold of wanton pleasure,
I bring present adornments to her hand,
Though all beauty fails before this treasure,
To fade yet hers shall forever withstand,
The rose won’t last; it dims in her presence
Beauty is only known in her essence

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Sonnet 6

What fear resides the touching of our lips
To wed as mouth to mouth passionate lovers
Of little faith in sunken battleships
Would thou rather live free with dying brothers
      The choice to wear a ring the knee may bend
      Fiance' to another heart and drum
      Could change thy face that peace and joy would mend
      Into a mask with looks of gloom and glum
If time would turn and travel in the past
A rose would greet you every morning hour
And every nights collection would be vast
In hopes thy thoughts of marriage not be sour

Convince thy feet to freely jump the broom
And let our lips be one as bride and groom

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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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Inlove With Her And Novacaine

Never knew love the way I know it now
Never will I know even when I ask how
She left and that was all
I'm trying desperately to climb outside this wall
I grip the roses stem and blood drips down my wrist
I drop to the floor, put my hands on my forehead while in a fist
We shared an oath from our lips to Gods ears
I placed myself in front of her knife to the heart to quench her fears
It killed me to love and lose
I'm losing sleep so I smash my clock back to snooze
I can't believe I thought she was the one to save me
It turns out she was the one to enslave me
My trust ran deep like blood coursing through her vein
I need to numb the bitter taste so I use novacaine
The thought of her is making my heart race
My walls are gone and now I have too much space
I think my loss is starting to hit me
I can't breathe at the thought that she will forget me
I fall from my knees with my face sideways on the floor
I grip the rose tighter & tell myself I don't want to love evermore
I'm fighting the truth and reality at this time
I'm in too deep, I'm too weak to climb
I feel a cold running through my veins followed by a last chill
My eyes are awake yet my body lie still
The lights are dimming and my life is flashing in spurts
I guess this is what it means when they say love hurts...

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On your coming scholars run helter-skelter
How powerful thy stings permeate
Some got sick before the date
Naughty good scholars escape thy stings.

On your coming candles melt, die and part.
Like mosquitoes they become to stand
Browsing and researching into papers not blood.
Your bark far worse than, I think your bite.

On your coming tears run out of the intelligence
Why didn’t I meditate before you start
When mouth crows or whistles start
Pen writes and rulers measure

On your coming, scholars play with caution
On your coming, scholars embrace tension.

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Twist of Fate

I am remembering you when it was all so good.
Simply because you will never lose your shine!
On top of your head is a radiating golden shrine.
One by one and row by row is where we all stood.

If you wouldn’t and they didn’t, then I could.
Embedded in these visions is a sight so divine.
Looking back at you or me is where I do twine.
Leaps in faith bound following us as it should.

Midnight skies speak so clearly to me,
And every Star I know and you know,
In every granule of sand it is you I see.
That’s why the Sun and Moon still glow.

It is not certain if time runs too late for anybody to wait.
If vision still serves me well I’m looking at a twist of fate.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009 

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Requited Love

Unto your heart I bequeath my being
A thousand deaths, I’d die for you
As your dear face is all I’m seeing
So, in my heart, I hold you true

The sun may die, no more eternal
The sky may one day bleed with rain
My heart, my love, it shows external
To keep you then, from facing pain

Alas, my worth is based on presence
To hold you close, such strength provides
To sense your being, absorb the essence
As I look deep within your eyes

Oh, see my heart that rages true
It dies alone, if not for you

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My Fame

Is it possible to say?
I love you!
Really I do!
Each and every day!
Would you stray?
In lieu!
Or out of the blue!
Each and every day for you I’d pray!
Inside you I came,
You went,
I stayed the same,
For you I was sent!
Each and every day I was meant,
Each and every day I gain My Fame!

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''Know that I worship you on bended knee''

Know that I worship you on bended knee;
with kisses, too, I prize your tempting breasts
and maiden-head which begs me to molest
your virgin sex so deep and lustfully;
for each fine breast I'd give one-thousand years,
but more will I give for that pubic crest
of yellow wires that conceal the rest,--
(belovéd, I'd give an age for those frontiers!).
If I can give a kingdom for your heart
and love upon more love then be it so,
for possessing the best of you apart
from zeal invites only misery and woe:
a prince I'd rather be and just depart
from your globe than grieve you so, this I know.

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All Consuming Passion (Adult)

Tantalizing aromas fill the nighttime air
Scents that carry on the breeze to my mind
While walking to the table to get my share
It was to my surprise, which I did find
For there on the table, my food on a dish
The dish of flesh, as the food sat on top
She reclined there supporting making a wish
That I would eat my fill and never to stop
With a smile I gestured, I’d start with the broth
I’d work my way up to the heavenly desserts
All the time cleaning my mouth with her cloth
To consume then her offerings, to get then my worth  
As she was the course which I desired the most
With wine in our hands, we then made our toast

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Like a Sun

You are like a sun in all its glory. 
You bring light in to the darkness in my life,
Bring happiness to this story,
And ease up my never-ending strife.
Life means nothing without you, 
Without your sweet embrace.
All I ever want to do
Is look up and see you face. 
To see it looking down at me 
And without shedding a single tear 
Shine brighter so that all may see
The one I love is near.
Oh, shine my sun;shine real bright,
Because I need your everlasting light.

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Legendary Passion

One kiss sends chills up and down our spine
Our lips blended to taste like sweet cherry wine.
Her love is deeper than any passion expressed.
His love is richer than any touch of zest.
Deeper than canyons are wide are the feelings.
Beyond highest mountain are our loving pleadings.
Our words that caress our lips in truth each day,
Beyond the tongue, I love you is what we say.
My heart desires her hand upon mine as we walk.
My soul secured in dimensions as we both talk.
Her passion beyond any dream that I could acquire,
Her spirit enriches reality more than our lives require.
Our bond is kept within each other’s heart with a fire.
Fervor is our legend, and then acts of passion shall transpire.

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Greater Man

They say you're nobody
They talk lies behind your back
They speak of an insignificant soul
A heart worth no attention
I say -
It's the prominence of my walk
The strength of my stance
The graize of my speech to the intelligence beyond glance
I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

A lot try to say you're ugly
Change your appearence - your style
Try to make you conform
Be coll, Be "in," whatever that may mean
I say -
It's the brown of my skin
The scar on my hand
The rareness of my style to the bareness of my ends
I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

They despise your real talk
Call you weak - Call you a punk
They turn the world against you
Your friends - Your loved ones
I say -
It's the abundance of my knowledge
The credit of my character
The uniqeness of my name
An undisputed fame - I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

So when they give you lip
And they torture your stature
When they come across your self-esteem
And say you're not anything
I say -
It's the flare of my actions
The perseverance of my smile
The integrity of my measure
The courage of my style - I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man
That's me

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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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The Dreamer

With easy grace the petals fall-
He loves me so! No, not at all.
I know that I never cross his mind
So why should I search for signs?
There’s too much space between us now,
As we’re different…And oh, the same-
I can’t help hoping that somehow
Things will change. Ain’t that a shame?
A dreamer never stands a chance-
They’re easily crushed by romance;
Even affairs they never knew
Become so vivid they’re almost true.
So I, the dreamer, will hold out my heart-
The petals have wilted and I’ve fallen apart.

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Trapped Infatuation

My darling you are my lover divine
Swimming in our desires, we thrive.
Capturing affection in all, we are alive.
Our passion glows in dark so fine.
With lights out, candles lit, and wine.
We finish our passion; just before five.
For afterward, we shall not survive.
We have both traveled, across the line.
Both trapped in previous engagements apart.
Each other married to another, but not in love.
Our infatuation will end this night forever more.
This adventure ends; our ecstasy shall depart.
All recollection of our dreams to be disposed of,
I shall never forget, our first night at the shore.

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The Gift Of Insecurities

The gift was in a very huge package
Alluringly wrapped in the palest pink
Card attached was calligraphic in ink
Any gift from him was not average

When opened with much delight, the contents
Caused insecurities to tumble forth___
Joy? Fear of failure came from these presents
Taking out least feared __verse__William Wordsworth

The essence of the gift to him was good
The sum of the gift to her was fear
Excitement at this stage of life she could___
Not get a grip__on hold her life for years

Should she not fear but just try to use the gift
God had given her time now spared her life

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All of a Sudden...

My love for you knows no conditions.
Whatever you were, whatever you’ll be.
I even accept the propositions
That you will never, could never, love me.

Please forgive me if I now seem depressed.
And do not let these words affect you.
For all my madness is a love repressed,
I can not tell you, but it continues.

My pain, to know your out there somewhere
and that to another, your love, you will give.
What could I have that could at all compare
to the life you seek or the way you live.

All of a sudden there is no pleasure.
Just the pain. The abyss. The failure.

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Global Trot

I’m out of my mind but I am just perfect and just fine.
I went around the world and what a blast it was for me.
I’m sent with a message from a golden gate master key.
I shook I rattled and I rolled brand new maps I did align.

I founded you and I demolished you but swam like a fish in line.
I ran to and fro as I was left behind thrown forward but I did see.
It is a global trot I tell you to survive naked or dressed just to be.
And then it came to be true and real that this was mine all mine.

So I sit in the seat with no defeat.
The world goes stupid and so mad,
But I stay clean and of course neat,
It’s just a silly little one time life fad.

Pain and suffering has just about killed me and you,
Together or apart it is a world we will always renew!

®Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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my heart yearns for you

My heart yearns for you...
the way that you touch me, the way that you kiss me,
can't get you out of my mind, all the little things that you do...
My heart yearns for you.

My heart yearns for you...
the way that you hold me, when you say that you love me,
I know every word you tell me is true...My heart yearns for you.

My heart yearns for you...
when you wisper in my ear, those three speacial words
I love to hear, with you, I always want you near.

All my love is for you...
        My heart yearns for you.

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A Love So Tragic

(pt 1) 
We seem so indifferent
Like we just don't feel
We've got cuts on our hearts
That will never heal
Beautiful as a train wreck
In that confusing way
Stuck in reverse
Living on yesterdays
We fall into the darkness
And drown in the sea
No love has ever been so tragic
As the love between you and me

(pt 2) 
Your gorgeous as you always are
So beautiful no one could believe
That you could find such beauty
In someone like me
But we paint a pretty picture
We make it look so nice
With hearts hard as stone
And eyes carved from ice
Seperated only by distance
Our beauty envied by the stars
Our story so original
The tragedy of what we are

(pt 3) 
Pick me up and carry me
Through our sweet abyss
Shroud me in your fantasy
Its not like I'll be missed
Give me all your heart
Your perfect in my imperfections
Look in the mirror and see it
That beautiful reflection
So we'll dance our way to freedom
We'll dance until we die
Forever framed in beauty
The tragedy of you and I

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The Journeyman's Quest

I may lose in a fight and cry,
this is only the beginning,
it will never stop me and try.
I do not remember quitting
for life's one hell of a struggle
either a way or another.
Still, let's get it on and shuffle 
Retrace our steps, move in faster
as the cruel world's evolving,
armed with faith and God in our stead
so to us in this quest, marching
My entire life is spent striving ahead!

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The Warm Weaver

Hola, I saw her today with a smile, so sweet and fresh 
like the milk she nourished me. She sat, on the back 
porch, weaving her passion, creating a web of caress,
for this young heart---the black and white pic of a duck.

I sat, not far, watching her eager hands with patience 
of a saint, as she stitched the last image, of her mind;
sometimes, she threw looks at me, perhaps her conscience 
bothered her, for letting me, me alone, pass the time.

‘Cos for her, occasional strong wind howls that bother
is her savoring concern, not wanting this young heart
to live and be clothed by its un-gentleness, but rather  
be warmed by a mantle of love---her passion, her art.

Hola, I saw her today with a smile, so sweet and fresh
like the milk she nourished me, from her own breasts.

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Pledged Love

Our love, like the touch of a bee upon a flower,
One kiss is like a snowflake touching my lip.
Our passion like a breeze after a warm shower,
Your touch is as the taste of one sweet wine sip.

Your breath is as warm as a summer’s first breeze.
Your caresses are soft and tender as a downy feather.
Desires of your touch raises my temperature in degrees,
Unity ignites our bodies’ heat like tropical weather.

When apart I ache like a fierce winter storm.
Just hearing your voice, seals memories of zeal,
Holding your hand brings life to my living form.
Each passing minute, I pledge your heart to steal.

Our passion secured by every moment in time.
My loving words I have pledged to you in rhyme.

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Growing Obsession

Your smile as beautiful as any could be.
Eyes that beguile in such classic style,
Passion in your heart, as wild as the sea,
Lips that I adore, for more than a while,

Smooth and sexy legs that send such action,
Hair so gorgeous and soft that satisfies touch,
Passion in your voice, more than a distraction,
Skin so soft and smooth, which I enjoy so much,

Your heart beats swiftly when I caress you so.
Your body twitches, silently like birds in the wind.
Skin as cool to touch as a new spring snow,
Warms from my gentle touch, our love does send.

Together we have obsession, thirst of a new desire.
Forever our love will grow, like a spreading fire.

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He turns the page
Unaware, he digs
Her up, his treasure
Just out of reach.
He sifts the skin
Of her words
Each expression
The delicacies, 
The connection.

His concentration
Easily bears the weight,
Of the increasing
State of his bliss.

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Red Velvet Cocaine

Narcotized by her opiate nocturne

Electric my desires elevated

Her body a red velvet luxury

Crippled our bodies fell elated

Upon our skins moonlight peaked

Quite a golden climax to devour

Profound dissolving within sin

Passion sensually shaping the hour

Time may be fickle,

Refrained the night remains young

Though I can taste the minutes

Descendant from the sweltering sun

In sync may our bodies move

To human nature's mystic groove

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Soul to Soul

Listen to my call O' dear one, listen
Spirit sweetly calling to your spirit
So desperate for your loving touch so,
Soul inhaling another precious soul

Love divinely rescues our souls, my love
Worry nevermore my dear, no more worry
Cry a heartfelt prayer, answer thee, I cry.
Dream realm playmates enhance the sweet, sweet dream

Forever remains true, truly returned forever
Waited so long as both our hearts patiently waited
Joined tenderly by the spirit we are joined
Tears from the heart seasoned our love, tender tears

Battles started fear, hope to end battles
Listen to my call O' dear one, listen.

Author's notes:

Shadow Sonnet created by Amera M. Andersen may be written in any sonnet style. The Shadow
takes place at the beginning and ending of each line as the words are identical.

14 lines; 9 or 10 syllables per line

Should have a Volta or pivot

Iambic pentameter is not necessary

Copyright © 2007 Kristin Roth-Davis

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Am I Worthy?

Such loving eyes, from here I see
With pouting lips, a crimson red
Her look to me, sets my heart free
To love her now on midnight’s bed
She holds the pow’r within her grasp
A strength, innate, she does not know
But yet, her love, she makes it last
Until the light, the sunrise show
The beacon then highlights her face
More lovely than I truly saw
My fear, that one day she replace
Me with another so unflawed

For now, I’ll hold her so possessed
As here and now I am so blessed

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There are times when at last I  believe that I have created a better world
A world that will find its beginning and realize that God does again exist
I know that no word spoken can really reflect the high hopes that lay within the 
soul of man 
Nor will there be any such word spoken to touch mans hardened heart
So how can anyone think that words given in praise will be even more recalled by 
a God
that deserves much more than any man can possibly give  by words or deeds 
alone that one
may attempt to give.
Even if you can find a sincere enough heart to praise or glorify that God , do you 
that those words will be enough? 
Therefore I say curse the words that come from a mans mouth that fail to reach 
greatness of heaven.
For  man is man, a dusty  mud ball that can only hope that maybe, just maybe, 
God will
hear and be happy that someone has taken the time out of  his dismal existence 
to say
even in passing, Praise God , Priase God for he is and there is nobody else..
This is therefore the song i would sing
(He is the Lord and there isn't any one else. No any one else  
He is the Lord and there is no one else but him
He made the world and there is no one else - But him
He saved my soul and there isn't any one else - That can.)
Who then is God that would deserve this praise 
Where is this God you ask for we cant see him (it)
Do  you see atoms and you believe why then do  you need more

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That's That!

The Sun is on the horizon approaching this brand new day,
Ripples in the water and they shimmer incredibly bright,
A bird sings in the air and many more are on the same flight!
Rising high the Sun makes its rounds in a very special way.
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if they want to play.
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Rise and shine!
It’s amazing just like me!
That’s that and it’s all in line!

That’s that!
And newer days we are all looking at!
© Copyright Ann Rich   2006

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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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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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Given Time

Nothing lives so long as a whispered lie.
Forever comes quite easily promised;
But once the bedding has had time to dry,
Tears will stain cheeks,that in passion were kissed.
Never's a caress so very empty,
As it can feel,once one's lover has fled.
You then learn of your spirit's true frailty;
It is as though your beating heart's been bled.
Nowhere can seem so absolutely stark,
As a chamber once lit by lovers' play.
Every surface retains some haunting mark,
Where desolation now shades all dim gray.
     Yet,don't forsake Life for doom's void embrace,
     Given time,another shall fill the space.

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Swayed I am by your sound taste

Amongst a sea of recluses

Against the hands of time we race

To stifle ignorance with nooses

Oh, how you stroke my rib cage

Laughter shaping countless voids

Revamping happiness for the age

Before they gambled ertswhile ploys

A heap of debris I'd be

Swept by carcinogenic draughts

Without you assured I'd seethe

A damn not given be it daft

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Unexpectedly- and much too quick- I found myself wrapped in your arms.
I should have known that I’d fall far too fast for your charms.
You were too good to be true, this I knew. This I knew
Because it was in my mind that I created you-
A man with a gaze that could pierce through your heart
And an unreal love for the same lyrical art.
I thought I was safe- you existed only in my head-
But imaginary people are lethal when they tread
Through your dreams
And nothing is ever exactly how it seems.
My fantasy creation- I had but a week
Until you decided to leave me alone.
Now you won’t even speak (I am too weak).
The idea of you was better unknown.

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My Times, My Times, How Art Thou O My Times--Third Shadow Sonnet Challenge

~~~My Times! My Times! How Art Thou O’ My Times!~~~

You made those asinine oaths that bind you
Law made good ways; you broke all of man’s law
Drew first blood, soul of time that belly drew
Raw material, rare flesh cold and raw

Slaves’ labor fueled the Earth, with lost slaves’
Box of secrets, received Pandora’s Box
Pave are the eastern roads, they made and pave
Talks of conspires theories, no truth for talks

Wood burning fire, smelling that old rose-wood
Doves flew far, wide and high, woes of white doves
Could fear help you see; fear did what it could
Love left your home; no one knew, your seeds love

How successful you are, great peace is how
Plow what made great love in the harvested plow.

© 2014 DiLinda Adams, All Rights Reserved.

Third Shadow Sonnet  Challenge – Please join me. It has to rhyme, 10 syllable count and 14 lines meets the challenge. However, if you just want to be creative please do. I cannot wait to see what you all are going to write about





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Winter Love

Calm mountain and cool gentle breezes echoes softly throughout the whispering pines. A man's heart tunes to nature's harmony. His spoken tender words to his beautiful new bride. Tiny glittering snowflakes floating down, one landing upon the other. Cuddling the earth like a father, as he blankets his first born on a cold, peaceful night. Delicately designed crystals forming on stained glass panes are their whole lives shared together mapping out the plans they've made. Blowing formation of diamond dust bright as a father's smile when he wraps his arms tenderly around his newly wedded child.

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Gift of Fire (Baby Sonnet)

The love she gives to me each day
Is pure, magical, so very true
She breathes a fire deep in my soul
That burns still now a reddish hue
The gift of warmth within her arms
The light of love from in her heart
She gives it all to me each day
A love bequeathed, she does impart

So I say to her this day
I’d have it, just, no other way

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Enchanted Splendor

As I close tight my eyes
 my thoughts drift far away
to a place of sweet enchantment
 where only you and I can play.

On a lush tropical island
 we'll swim naked in the sea
of crystal blue waters
 all alone you and me.

We'll relax on the beach
 under the warm summer sun
getting tan and sipping wine
 til the day is nearly done.

Side by side in a hammock
 we'll hold each other tight
kissing and dreaming of
 the love we'll make that night.

I'll feed you grapes of green
 you'll fan me with a palm
how sweet the Pacific breeze
 swirling round us so calm.

Pinks, purples, and orange
 greet us on the horizon
as the summer sun's glow
 makes way for the moon's risin.

We'll lay on a bed of palms
 massage each other with oil
from our heads to our toes
 O each other we will spoil.

I'll tenderly kiss your lips
 you'll play with my hair
we'll gaze deep into our eyes
 and get lost without a care.

Beneath the moon and stars
 we'll make love with such delight
then linger in passion's ecstasy
 long into the starry night.

We'll wake to the sunrise
 with sweet memories to save
of our enchanted splendor
 as each others love slave.

~ passionpoet4u

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Night's Misery

I dream about you so much, that it kills me
To know that I’m so close, but cannot touch
The very thought of you, well it so thrills me
Because I love you and your body very much

But, lately, when in bed, you fall to dreamland
I haven’t heart to wake you from your sleep
Your busy day, I know, would tire, too, a man
So, in my dreams, my love, it’s you I keep

One night, maybe, your eyes will open wide
To see me, hear me, dreaming of us two
I hope you’ll know it’s you I keep inside
For all my dreams, my darling, are of you

I wish to share with you a night, not sleeping
But tonight, here, I lie and dream while weeping

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Sleepy eyes

Sleepy eyes 
Crying lies
Wondering why your still here
You deserve better
Love doesn't matter
I dont want to do this at all 
Please just go
Dont you think i know
That i will never be with you asgain
Dont worry about me
PLease let me be
Sorry this has to be it
Jsst know i'll never forget you
No matter what you do

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Celestial Me

I stare intently at the moonlit sky,
a spatial quilt held fast by dappled dusk.
The stars seem happiest from where I lie,
their silver smiles adorned with twinkling blush.

These burning diamonds rain their ivory flares
on distant hearts from silent seas of coal.
To share the tender essence that they bear,
these jewels cry out to their respective souls.

In every life, there thrives a tiny star;
that's why the boundless night proceeds to shine.
These luminescent flowers dance afar;
despite the gap, I reach for what is mine.

Though numerous these sparkling specks may be,
my heart knows well the true celestial me.

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Precocious Infatuation

Red forever stays on my rose pedal
Your image forever stays on my mind
If love were contest I’d win heart’s medal
This love fluctuates throughout course of time
A child can’t deny infatuation
A mind of youth most innocent of Earth
Our love exceeds art’s imagination
Take heed towards the importance of its worth
Most admirable affection is most pure
What could be more authentic then my love?
Young victim of something that has no cure
You are the young Romeo I dream of
We fall in love young, shall grow old in bliss,
If God takes you first, mind & soul I’d miss

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Christ's Passion

Hoping above all that I am
Aching to be heard
Yet knowing my words shall wilt
Falling back into the ground.
Screaming forth
Once again I urge
Though truth springs forth
Gushing from my lips
Rocks shall hinder
Damming purity
Saying truth isn't so
Pardon wickedness
Let him therefore reign
Though knowing the utter darkness
That is contained within
You Desire him over my light
I then bleed tears
Sighing, crying with all my might
When shall you understand
My love for you
Burns red hot
Which cleanses you 
Making you whiter than light

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Against The Fall Of Night

This time of long summer day,once near spent,
So unlike our love,only now first lit.
The sky's glorious hues 'pon which it's rent,
Shall colour our joy,frame us within it.
The sunset permits tenderness of shades,
As my need is rising,now yours to cool;
While crickets do sing in comfort of glades,
I'll sate passion in your womanly pool.
The horizon's suffused in pink and gold,
We make lover's play,cast in it's splendor;
It's long length touched,it's beauty truly bold,
As we lay to delight in it's rapture.
   Now,we witness the sun in it's full flight;
   Let our love stand against the fall of night.

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Opening Day

Banners swayed to the shimmy, of sprouting springtime rays
As lime lines hugged emerald fields, on America’s favorite day
Youthful faces peaked above leather gloves, of inherited family fun
Sheets of sunshine spilled over ivy walls, of towering home runs

Children cheered the names of heroes, that shadows had crept behind
As old men dawned the numbers of legends, still playing in their mind
Cracker Jacks crunched as hungry eyes, devoured the diamond’s glare
The words “Play Ball!” echoed with the luster, of a rekindled love affair

One crack of the bat, broke a winter long season of seamless strife
As a scorched line drive, was driven into the hope of every fan’s life
A single was stretched into a double, beneath the roar of the crowd
Players dusted off pennant dreams, that slid between the clouds

Opening Day had come and gone, fly balls faded deep into night 
But the Boys of Summer will play forever, in memories of delight

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Celtic Weather

Clouds crowded together
Cramming shoulders blue sparks
Snapping lightning glaring searching
For someone or something to rain on
Twisting and boiling in angry gray clumps
The wind of their thrashing exploding on trees
They race with abandon  berserkers in rage
Tearing and thrashing thunderous crashing
Blindly headlong as they wage
War on the world they engage
Bent on destruction they riot and roar
Without thinking or reason 
Rebellious and bilious 
Unruly and wild to the core 

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Living Excising

Her behaviour was exceptionable but exceptional.
She has enormity of inflammable but flammable,
Her feasibility generalize that women is most credible,
Naturally internment, ingenious but usually seasonable.
Prevaricate, masterful and triumphal but confessional,
Intensive to locate liability to decimate flout,
Careable, loveable, a family addicted always in doubt,
Import surcharge, impediment, tortuous, indulgent decisional.

Children and woman why conflicts conscience consignment,
What is consensus, consecutive censure considering?
Conservatism is consequential continuous consistent,
Living is execute and executive, exempt revising.
Nature, God or sophistication who is defendant?
Hell or heaven, what is important living excising?

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Hesitant Heroics

There’s a bend on the end of the rainbow
Reflecting refractions of light
Promises written on water
Holiday nights of delight
Words shadow boxing on speakers
Rebounding resounding in rhyme
Spider webs sailing on sunsets
Floating on shadows of time
Alone on the edge of tomorrow
Hands holding tight to today
Sunlight as stardust exploding
In passion to just get away
Measured in decades of moments
Fear is reluctant to pay

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Secret Garden

Forbidden garden between,
Love's seed has planted its soul.
The sun's face remains unseen,
Flower in hope makes us whole.

We grasp each moment so bold,
Grow in luster from its seed.
Secret from all left untold,
Hearts as one in silent need.

Yearning apart for the day,
Sunlight kisses us with hue.
To believe that soon we may,
Show the garden as it's true.

Forbidden love is the flower we grow,
Secret hearts yearning for sunlight to show.

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Vision of Juliet

Her love was now gone, to death, departed
So young, so innocent, why must he go
It was their lives, she thought they had started
But, now buried, under deaths winter snow

It was their plan, the priest, he was certain
Had given a vile for her to then drink
To awaken, to see him, t’was their plan
Alas, he lies there, with never a wink

Oh pain! This could not have really happened
His blood on the ground with sword by his side
If only it went just as they had planned
She holds him now close while starting to cry

Her life, she then takes. No living without
Tale of true love, is what this is about

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I winged my way..... 
Through the night 
When you opened your heart.... 
Opening the vulnerable you.... 
Exposed too 
I saw nothing, but light 

The love opens too.... 
Did I do it right? 
Winging my way through the night 
When I offer all.... 
Will she take it all? 
Will I fall? 

This is how I feel 
The heart ,so full 
Full for you.... 
What can I do? 
but love you 

Did I do it right? 
I lie with you.... 
All through the night.... 
The love to spill, 
my heart, 
beginning to fill, 
fill with light 

To breathe you in.... 
The smell of your hair, 
takes me there 
How long is the night? 
How long can I stay? 
How long can I bear? 
I want you too.... 
Did I do it right? 

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How like the dawn,your beauty's far-flung reach,
Truth is your tongue,so lovely when spoken;
Though,promise assailed,but never a breach,
Brilliant honour can never be broken.
No need have you to speak of small falsehoods,
My request of your time's petty urgence;
Your bright gaze shames shades in the noon-time woods,
Pristene light illumes gaps in forest fence.
Calm's descension ventures forth with the dusk,
Words taken to task then given reprieve;
Your loveliness proven no barren husk,
It's radiant glance I'm yet to receive.
   I'll find solace in the light of the moon,
   And truth in your quiet reply,"Soon,soon.".

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The Forbidden Bridge

On a cold starry night,
In a lonely old square,
I sit on a bench, filled with fright,
Before he comes, I blankly stare.

I had my passions, and also my knife,
he had to come, I hope he’ll show,
this night, all its cold, kept my life,
with just one kiss, he had to know.

When the sky was clear,
the people gone,
the days have gone by fast this year,
but this night just keeps on.

Trapped by this forbidden love,
this naughty sin,
he caught me from above,
and held me from within.

We lay in the street,
When it started to rain,
nothing to meet,
and lost all the pain.

So we went back to the park,
my knife by my side,
he followed me in the dark,
there was nowhere to hide.

The shining crescent,
tears down my face,
his kiss he sent,
put the lies back in place.

I remembered the pain,,
slid my hand across the blade,
the blood and the strain,
set me gently, had me laid.

He grabbed my side,
and picked up my knife,
with it was my guide,
my pain, my shelter, my life.

I grabbed the blade,
and ran off in fright,
but he caught the fade,
and held me in the light.

The night was never,
his love, was true,
the pain forever,
and the cut, was new.

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Delight In Desire

Grant me one moment, my whisper to hear,
My palm plays upon your sweet shoulder's curve,
Slightest touch of my cheek to your fair ear,
Hair caught in my moist lips wake your each nerve.
Though my demeanour may appear timid,
Pray, dear lady, pass me not with such haste,
Passion's heat rouses actions, intrepid;
Permit me pause, my intent's most un-chaste.
Much time, I've borne witness to beauty's face,
Such truth revealed in lovely, fair stature;
Yet, ne'er enough to have seen your full grace,
Yearning's, like beauty, best free to mature.
   Feel the fluttered pulse, as our heartbeats hitch,
   Delight in desire's slow, gathering pitch.

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Passion Scorching

The whole universe is through you conceived,
My genuine,intense inspiration;
Senses consumed,Light past being deceived,
Densest point of purest aspiration.
A passion scorching,as at the sun's core,
Your beauty has set my being ablaze;
Constant eruption's lit,brilliant roar,
Heat that can leave my heart a mirrored glaze.
Satellites and moons are but dim occlusions,
Others compare to you as distant notions;
As time follows it's own dark conclusions,
All else are but planets in motion.
   Cosmic plots writ in unknown nebulae,
   Proved by your essence to be a pale lie.