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Sonnet of Space and Time

I savor my precious, quantum bliss; the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss. In parallel worlds, are parallel lives; With them, I can identify. I’ve passed through, many walls of stone; through countless lives, I have roamed. I’ve tasted every experience, I found, that some, I still lament. A molecular epiphany, I have received. My life’s frustration, is appeased. Pure energy, is what we are and we can visit, every star. Quantum souls are limitless; join me and pursue your bliss.


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Every Time I Have You Close- Triolet Sonnet

 



Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home The sound of your voice reaches the clouds so far Every time I have you close my dear My lips are stilled to me you're like a star In my heart I evoke your name and just roam Every time I have you close my dear... This remarkable yearning of you brings me home And I am so happy to have your love so far Every time I have you close my dear I know that losing you would leave me a scar And rhymes like before no more would flow Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 October.2.2014 My triolet sonnet here is free style ...that means, I didn't write it with 8 or 10 syllables or any steady number of syllable pattern at all. That's simple!


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The Memoir

Here in the final pages of her life			
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines		
Reflecting on the chapters left behind		
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite		
Where shadows battle with a blinding light		
Conflicting egos fighting on through time		
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme	
They battle for the end that she must write	  	
Two equal pens held tightly in her hand		
Tears mingle with the ink spots on the page			
One pen telling truth one pen telling lies		
Her bleeding words like footprints in the sand		
On lines between a novice and a sage					
One pen she puts to death before she dies

                     ~~~
	
Author:  Elaine George
Written: April 20th, 2014
For Miltonic Sonnet Contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish	

Awarded:  First Place


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Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time


Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time


Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just memory in the dark past
Strip out each lie one polishes and hones
facing truth, nothing can forever last! 

Stark reality of deeds soaked in slime 
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me 
Memories in the honeyed ring of time 
everything costs dearly, nothing is free!

Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul 
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart
lost hope of any future winning goal 
sad truth is ripping rest of me apart!

Pile of bones, only treasure I have got 
smelling meat even after a slow rot!

Robert Lindley


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Thanksgiving from Three Perspectives

A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!

I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this  time her cooking didn't flop!

And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.

I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.


A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.

I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .

Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!

And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.


A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer 

I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.

I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den.  Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.

I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!

Bless Mom and Dad.  The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!

For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
 or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"


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A Ripple In Time

Into smooth bright water, a stone is tossed by one small boy whose day is nearly gone. The stone, beneath small ripples, now is lost while on those ripples drifts a lovely swan. The fisher boy can see the bird’s white wings have caught a glint of sunlight from the sky, and in the breeze they gleam while rippling. Beneath the swan, a fish is passing by. undulating silver in reflected sun. The boy’s sweet laughter ripples, for the fish is caught just as the afternoon is done, fulfilling his most current fervent wish. One stone’s throw, then the fish was on his line! Bright rewards appear in a ripple in time.


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Hands of Time - Sonnet

To me dear love, you will never be old
It is your inner beauty that captivates me;
For in your face so many stories are told
That I contemplate in tranquil reverie.
The short time we shared brings vistas yet unseen
Promises to be discovered within the heart;
Perfumed with tenderness of what comes between
Those vacant hours when we have to part.
You are the treasure that has filled my being
Without you I am empty and incomplete;
But together we share that special feeling
That the hands of time will never cheat.
Let's take what we have and make it all come true
Those hours, days and years I would spend with you.


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Crossing Time

Born cold with a dark emptiness within
Seeking to understand the reasons why
Another life? A payment for its sin
Leaves a quiet quiver when the soul cries
Wanting eyes flow with a warm stream of tears
Struggling through distant worlds out of time
Lost among the confusion from the years
The lonely chime of my eternal rhyme
Perception fills the universe with lies
Tugging the long thread woven in its cloth
To mend life's fragile coat with blinded eyes
Feel it burn in death's flame another moth

I've tasted the waters of life's fountain
And quenched my old thirst again and again


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One More Time

The voyage long, begun at dawn, and then
the winged beast of metal rolls wheels to ground,
loved ones, inside and out, bear only grins,
and recount old tales of "remember whens?"
The hours of waiting fast recede, unwound,
as passengers embrace their long lost kin,
they grab their bags, head toward waiting cars
with hope and faith, forget the "might have beens."
"Worth the wait?" said Gram, Gramp smiles without a sound.
His son beams at 'the wife' and passes round cigars.
The world is right and bright again.


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Old love

Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.

Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.

In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks 
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.

Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.


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Time Traveler

The fractured light of day rises, so still
And I am but a part, lost in its shade
Question not the sun but the role I fill
Find reason and wonder are ready made
To follow days as a linear string
And remember it has a final end
To count rainbows and colors they bring
Marvel at the symmetry of the bend
Who am I, an intruder to this scene?
One who counts time by the suns that rise
Who lays upon Earth watch the life between
Listen in quiet as stars harmonize

To capture its rhythm, the pulse I feel
To comprehend my time traveled is real


6/10/14


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Widow's Walk


My Captain! Oh, my Captain! Captain, mine!
The sea, that wretched tempest rolled you deep!
She kept you from me squandering the time!
How long before you're free this vixen's keep?

Each day, in vain, I walk the roof top watch,
While searching the horizon for your sail.
At night, by lantern light, I touch each notch,
Where last you carved our names within the rail.

By candle light I read your letter sent,
About the journey's quest and your return.
How travasties and sickness unrelent...
But, still, your love eternal for me burns.

Tonight, upon the widow's walk I stand...
The moon reveals your footprints, in the sand.

~by deborah burch©
4/21/2012

English/Shakespearian Sonnet

For "Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteer's" contest


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Immortal Eyes

Like shots of whiskey your eyes just burn
I….addicted to the fervent heat they pour
This desperate skin just aches for more
Hear this roaring beat…..a rampaging yearn
Tempestuous waters….a storming churn
That penetrates this barricaded core
Molten lava crashes…. (forsaken shore)
A fractured heart shall oscillate and turn

The Wind….it keens….a howling desire
A shattered bewail of distance and dreams
A mewling of tearstained orange red fire
Those hot eyes shred what is left of seams
Tip toeing on a mile high tight rope wire
An eternal lament of “kiss me” extremes


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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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Not Even Time

These broken, shattered pieces of me are aching
My selfish heart cracking and breaking
Can the healing of the rain
Ease your undying pain

Like a brat I helplessly cling to you
Unaware of just what my venom does to you
Until it is too late to take back the sting
To change this monstrousness I have become…this thing

Never once did you really hate me
And alone I never wanted to be
But my deranged mine created a scenario…a belief that you did not want me around
And I pushed you away…shoved you to the ground

And I can never undo this hurtful crime
Nothing can make this guilt and pain go away…not even time


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Enigma Of Time

Arriving there, open door to floors bare
Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace
The enigma of time began to cease
Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare

Simplicity for a few days; nowhere
To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese
Yesterday's ravenous problems release
Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air

Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day
Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone
Exquisite view for me, myself, alone
This ecstasy delight not auspice by they

Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away
Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone

Contest: Secret


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Deathbed Discourse

This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would I say? What would I think
knowing I was about to die? Shortly after I composed this sonnet.

Weep no tears for me at this time and place.
A thousand eyes change not my destiny.
All living things must die eventually
Except my love for you, which I embrace.
Feel not sad for me looking at my face
Although it's old and wrinkled you can see
A budding rose should age so gracefully.
My time grows near my love; in any case
Your life goes on nevertheless my love.
So wipe those eyes dry of life's mournful dew
And think not this time undeserving of.
Life had been kind, more so, finding you.
A lifelong companion envied above
By angels and cherubs alike. Adieu!


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You Are My Mary

Go cast your stones if you will, and tell me
Your innocence is more just than her cause
Or read me in sand, flee her victory
Where you link the chain of demonic laws
For she a slave of your intent consent none
To this, but hostage of your will and greed
Whipped by necessity to a blind sun
She paid your pound of flesh, and virtues bleed
For better judgment where I intercede
Her sovereign love my sure kingdom's seed.

She rose seven times, for just here she fell
Her hair to wipe my grief, my pain urging hell
Upon her hectic heart, her tears my balm:
Her love mauled, frames the cross fore me in calm
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You are my Mary, ever so I deem
My ardent alabaster memory
The brimming balm of my bright healing stream
The paradox of love and history
Let no paltry scholar your virtue stain
Nor prelate assault your virtue's domain
For love cancels a thousand faults more
Than sins that litter mercy's teeming shore
I will cover you when raw winds blow cold
I'll be your shade from the blaze of noon
And love you best of earth's sweet jealous fold
You are my sovereign of stars or moon
O Mary, don't you weep, don't you cry, behold
My heart, I lay me down your street of gold.
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No woman so deserves my heart like you
No sinner more my love makes once more new
No blemish, spot, or taint of wrong in you
No love for me more constant and more true
O Magdala, Magdala, no wise men
Gift as sweet, or to their purpose remain
As your sweet honor, vilified and rend
Did ever assuage the loom of my pain.

I love you till there shall be no more sea
I love you till mountains are fled and gone
I love you till time turns to eternity
I love you through the everlasting dawn
O Mary, let me wipe away all tears
From your eyes, give me the cross of your cares.
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One day before we build another house
Or plant a vineyard new, to the garden
Come, here with me, and be my ransomed spouse
And jasmines plant in love's sweet heaven
And hibiscus for the honey I'll drink
Like a hummingbird at your sacred tongue
One day love, ere the stars forever sink
And angels ascend the breathless rung
We will smell the jasmines blooming, and kiss
Upon the scented air, we will embrace
Our drowsed dreams within the wakening mist 
And laugh like children in love's fragrant place
One day love, the time of separation
Will past, then Mary, our celebration!    


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Aphrodite Night

    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 that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that 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 that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


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Path Through Time

Warn path through time
Covered with nettles and thyme
Sprinkled with relics sublime
Sated with memories from my prime
Bridges crossed, harbored mined
Valleys forged, mountains climbed
Rivers forded, hollows divined
Peaceful pastures forever pined
Showered blessings o'er charted course
Thunderous trials skirted with every resource
Shining beacons along the road did hope reinforce
Clouded dreams abandoned with some remorse
Now channeling through life's narrowing pass
Peering longingly back at the quilted morass


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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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Soldier of Ages

Dedicated to  Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, Jr. (November 11, 1885 – December 21, 1945) 


I'd fought a hundred battles 
       through the ages past and new 
I'd been a lowly foot soldier 
       But at times commanded too. 
  
I was a witness of Arab mothers 
       Fleeing cities under-siege ; 
A new age liberator, 
       The commander of the third. 
  
I had served with Ceasar's legion; 
       The Carthaginians; and the Greeks. 
When Arthur was in his Kingship, 
I was a captain of the knights 
  
A horseman tough and skillful 
       Of medieval cavalier; 
But ages had transformed me 
       to dash with iron wheels 
  
The only time I meet MacArthur 
       Was in the salient of St. Mehiel 
We both stood erect, calm, and unmindful 
       To the guns and bursting shell. 
           
Oh well take a look at Monty 
       Too slow for his advance 
He didn't expect me to take Palermo 
       or Mesina to my plan 
  
 I was reproved of my harshness, 
       They knew not that I was somber too 
I cared not of my language 
       As long as my point would get through 
  
I'd mixed my words with profanities 
       That my orders surely stick 
My men would always remember every word 
       While they're in the battle field 
  
Oh my, I hate those yellow bastards 
       They have no place on this earth 
I sent them to the frontlines 
       That no more they would breed 
  
 Those swivel chair commanders 
       Discounted my two days time 
But brave soldier deserved to be rescued 
       Before his dog tag stops to chime. 
  
So my men made it to Dunkirk 
       To the delight of McAuliffe 
"Surrender!" yelled the Nazis 
       but "nutz" was all he said. 
  
I was cut off of supplies and fuel 
       For Market Garden's sake 
But after pissing the flowing River 
       I held the Fuhrer's nest 
  
So soon another war was ended 
       Mine enemies had lost 
The iron carver claimed the glory 
       And relieved me from my post.   


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Summer time fun

Summers come and go, what little time
do I get that new game and play
as the summer heat peaks in time.
Will my friends be able to play? 

Is my family going on a train
to somewhere so far away
where there will  be so much pain 
wish I was home to play.

That fishing hole down the road
where all love to spend our time.
fish big enough break my rod
as we sit in the sun from above.

It will be here so soon in time 
how will I have fun this summer time


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Swan Song

 A frequent visitor is Mary Anne,
 Who first did come before the bloom of rose
 As tiny bud before it fully grows.       
 I blossomed too.  A pattern then began.
 I  came to know when she would call again.
 Though first she came as not a guest I chose, 
 I'm ready now each time she does impose
herself on me, and that has been the plan.

 She comes.  She goes. Late summer has drawn near. 
 I backward look.  How every year did flee!
 I forward look with something kin to fear.
 I think that it a sorry day shall be   
 (A time I know is very nearly here)
 When Mary Anne no longer calls on me.

(an oldie written some time before "Mary Anne"
left me forever! Seeing PD's blog the other day
made me think of it! If you are still confused, here
 is a big hint: She only visits women!!)


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Time Non-Renewable Resource

Time a non-renewable resorce unframed
Time that slowly wears away one's bones
Takes away friends_ companions leaves alone 
Soon world will forget even poems I named

So glad that into my feeble life You came
Since knowing You I have spiritually grown
Now am claimed as one of Your very own
No more in inner being bear sin's shame

Lovingly and patiently know that you are true
Even there is an accounting of number of my hairs
When in discomfort of ill-fitting shoe
You provide for me a comfortable chair

I know You unconditionally love too
And in TIME all my sorrows You will bear


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Two Portraits of Love

The flower and the soil

   ‘O, flower, if you’ll be
rooted to me firmly, 
you’ll be standing proud; 
I’ll not let you fall.
I’ll nourish and nurture you
till Father Time calls, 
and wilt you and wither
into just a memory.


The nest and the nestling

   ‘O, little one, as long
as you’re in my care, 
protect you, I will, 
from the perils of life, 
till it’s time to move on
and you learn to fly; 
it’s enough for me that
I once was your shelter.


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Pillow Talk Abuse - Andrea Dietrich

PILLOW TALK ABUSE     (collaboration)


by~ Andrea Dietrich

Again you’re droning on and on and on. 
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada. 
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone. 
Why can’t you close your eyes? 
You know you oughta. 
Just press those lips together tight and zip! 
My lids are getting heavy as you talk. 
So now I offer you this little tip. 
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk? 
The clear night air might open up your mind.
Before you kill the bush you’re beating round. 
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind, 
But when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . . 
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . . 
Please shut your trap. 
We’ve long since hit the sack!


by~ Poet Destroyer

Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired  but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.


A collaboration with * ANDREA DIETRICH

My collaboration contest


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The First Time

Yes indeed i need to walk again with reality
Yet keep the reflections I’ve gathered upon life’s long way
Sense once more locked away happiness that you gave this day
Your touch upon my soul in truth your speciality.

I walked amidst the mist the mystery of this my life
Then you come along a seed in the warmth of dancing light
With eyes of distinctive jade and freckles on a face bright
Spreading the message of love’s rebirth to a man in strife.

That first time at that first touch you awakened my numb soul
The lined eyes of wisdom the colour mirrored in mine own
The next step now a certainty the seed from thence was sown
Your happiness as cupids arrow to your heart my goal.

To walk with you in truth and from the mist to now emerge
To build that rebirth is my aim your hearts abuse to purge.

© Harry J Horsman 2013 © Mandy Tams 2013   
Collaboration with Mandy Tams The Golden Girl


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Lady Autumn's Ball

Lady Autumn’s Ball Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Tis the best time for late season romance Come everyone, enjoy the dance Autumn’s colors deck the halls Listen for Love’s eternal mating call Love is born from a single glance Emotions of the heart are enhanced As they two, walk down the promenade Lady Autumn is bedecked in her finest gown Colors so vivid can nowhere be found Hear Ye, Hear Ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Come, everyone, enjoy the dance Listen for love’s eternal mating call Emotions of the heart are enhanced


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The First Time

Yes indeed I need to walk again with reality 
Yet keep the reflections I've gathered upon life's long way 
Sense once more locked away happiness that you gave this day 
Your touch upon my soul in truth your specialty. 

I walked amidst the mist the mystery of this my life 
Then you come along a seed in the warmth of dancing light 
With eyes of distinctive jade and freckles on a face bright 
Spreading the message of love's rebirth to a man in strife. 

That first time at that first touch you awakened my numb soul
The lined eyes of wisdom the colour mirrored in mine own
The next step now a certainty the seed from thence was sown
Your happiness as cupids arrow to your heart my goal

 To walk with you in truth  and from the mist to now emerge
To build that rebirth is my aim your hearts abuse to purge

© Collab between Mandy Tams and Harry J Horsman 14/04/2013