She’d dwelt within a palace, and outside
it, geese and brilliant peacocks used to strut
inside a fragrant garden. As a bride,
she’d said her vows beside the roses, but
today no scent of blooms perfumes the air.
The terrace sculptures, rubble now, are strewn
across the floor. She gazes eastward where
the mangos’ branches danced beneath the moon
when zephyrs softly blew. Like poison, now
a vapor comes, beginning to enwreathe
her husband’s realm. There is a smell so foul
her heart wells up with dread; she cannot breathe.
As ashes drift around, she hangs her head
with certainty her one beloved is dead.
Written by Andrea Dietrich Oct. 11, 2014
for the Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse III of Giorgio A. V.
Form: Iambic Pentameter in an English Sonnet
Your kiss is so rapturous my great love;
Your red lips are like red rubies precious;
A love quite special in Heaven above;
And ever no doubt much and more precious.
I know my emotions soar very high;
Your thoughts always pervade my thoughts so true;
You shall never have to ask when and why;
We share our love passion so very true.
Your kiss will always be my special bliss;
Your touch and caress so gentle so warm;
Our eyes gaze softly as we move to kiss;
And our love will be so sweet and so warm.
And by all on Earth I value so much,
Nothing compares with your kiss and your touch!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(October 14, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)
The First Flower I Chose
You were my rose, the first flower I chose
A beauty so fair, such shine in your hair
You I chose, the finest ever love rose
Asked on a dare, the prettiest girl there
Soon we wed, pretty flower graced my bed
Nights sent such bliss, heaven I did not miss
Flames in bed, want no other instead
Honey that kiss, love never was like this
Years together, in good and bad weather
Loving every night, touching sweet just right
Joy our weather, sweet kisses a feather
Sexy the sight, your naked body at night
My rose did cast, true love that did so last
I held so fast, to that ship's greatest mast
Contest- Form Sonnet
Contest Name , Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Total # Words: 114
Nights So Love-locked In Your Arms
Nights love-locked into your arms
breathing in all of your charms
A spell cast to set love ablaze
we lost into epic, romantic haze
You gave its greatest gift, bliss
thanking heaven I did not miss
The sweetest ever enduring kiss
in my dreams I often reminisce
Rested within your lover's trust
heart's deepest desire, a must
Songs that sang us both asleep
memories we shall forever keep
Memories flood out this the best
love surviving each and every test!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2014
note: Decided to share here my poem for today, a sonnet,
the one I write every day on paper for my darling wife.
This one being so tame and pg I can do this..
Hope you may enjoy reading this heartfelt write..
She will read this after her 12 hour shift today at the
hospital. I have high hopes she asks me to frame this
one too. The "tames ones" she asks me to frame but
never the very racey, so very deeply intimate ones. lol
She demands those always stay private..
Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity
Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember
I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give -
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove
For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE
Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)
Late the music played in the smoky air
In our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette:
And hands that brushed your dark cinnamon hair
Held a glass of "Red" and a cigarette.
Your skin smelt of aloes and ambergris,
Soft rubicund lips shone like burning coals:
And what covet it was those lips to kiss,
To feel and touch the flesh and depth of souls.
I saw in a dream how from whence she came,
That in my arms she not want leave my side,
And prayed in her sweet dreams I fare the same -
So this my true heart to yours must confide.
If you should need me just whistle real slow:
You just put your lips together and...blow!
Sentenced to mortal life term my May bride
When joined are glad hearts on eternal date:
The sky did not fall nor planets collide
On the altar of our noble estate.
Bright shone were rings of emeralds and gold -
You my true love betrothed and I your swain!
Now Isis, you are mine to kiss and hold
And never again your sweet lips abstain.
No artful other, no fool's inaction,
Will apart keep me from my son and wife,
And without further lapse or infraction
I wish you only love's joy and long life.
Keep me sworn and healed in your saving balms,
And in the fulcrum of your loving arms.
Isis: Goddess of fertility and motherhood!
Friday night the weekend begins for most
Mothers, Fathers, with family members host
To be together with those they LOVE most
While a lonely man speaks with his Wife's ghost
On my computer the POETRY site
Saturday mornings some comments I write
My former students all work through the night
An old man see's his Wife's Heavenly Light
After Church, there is my A A meeting
Forlorn lonesomeness,now takes a beating
I get home; Featured POETS; I'm greeting
Images of my lovely Wife : Fleeting
Monday, a new week, new POEMS I shall start
I pick up my quill and write from my Heart
Author's note: Dear Andrea, all lines have 10 syllables(Thanks for the Spelling)
I still have to work on the format - aabb- This looks like aaaa but it's not ; a - just happens to rhyme with - b -
Having had mere minutes to skim your sighs,
anesthetize the tip of teeming thought ...
with platitudes for quandaries which fly bye,
we care for you, our frail flowers wrought.
The breeze, the muse, the bringer, the envoy
lends at days end, the tender bits of heart
as on the keys or sewing seams of joy
our fingers never rest from the day's start.
Hands in the garden smudged with chlorophyll
or wrapped about a naughty childlike pet
oft rest behind a trusty Parker’s quill
all healing touches given without regret.
Small and strong and full of life, they pour.
A woman’s hands give much to be adored.
*Women inspire me especially my mother.
Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine,
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air
awaken me to listen and recline.
This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.
I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I. As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.
A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.
It was all a mistake, I dream;
A misunderstanding, it seems.
"You dreamt the whole thing, for God's sake!
Serves you right for not staying awake!
Bad things happen when you fall asleep,
So dry it up hon, why do you weep?
Don't you know God has made a new rule?
I am BACK you crazy old fool!
He has heard you cry out in the night.
He has granted relief from your plight.
It never was and it never shall be;
Pretty nice rule there, don't you agree?"
"I'm awake! I'm AWAKE!" I scream.
(Silly boy, it's only a dream.)
A Sonnet For You
There will come a time or, so I am told
When memories will flood this tired old soul.
And all of the bitter things I have known
Like a flock of scared sparrows, all will have flown.
Destiny’s call will leave little time
To sit here all day matching rhyme after rhyme.
There will only be memories of sweet times I knew,
As I spent treasured time writing songs about you.
The moment love told us that we’d never part
The words came so easy and right from my heart.
And, where would I be had I never known
The pleasure I found -- calling you my own.
Yes, life is as good as life can be –
And it all began when you came to me.
Written by John Posey
One moment she was teasing him. He turned
his head. Sweet eyes that twinkled testified
that she adored him. Then his stomach churned!
A deer appeared from the forest wild-eyed.
He braked the car and swerved. A brilliant light
from headlights streamed upon the startled doe
which, swallowed up by fate that cold, black night,
was killed on impact from the crashing blow.
Now stopped beside the road, he turned to see
his wife, whose soft eyes soothed him when their car
would not start up and, prone to worry, he
envisioned they’d get frostbite. Town was far!
The flavor of those dear eyes, toasty warm,
now reassured him they’d be safe from harm.
8/11/14 - Theme is "An Accident"
For the three themes - Poetry Contest of shadow Hamilton
Baby, you remind me of a bunny,
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,
you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,
when we speak i feel the love
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple
I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end.
Playing solitaire and writing poems
is the main use out of my computer
This computer is more than an item
will never replace the wife she’s cuter
My first wife left me for her online love
The second one was an online lover
This wife isn’t giving me any shove
after this one I’m not finding another
In baseball there’s three strikes and there’s three outs
and I don’t have any regrets at all
In all my marriages there were some shouts
no matter what I am still standing tall
Facebook is a no fly zone for me now
my last wife probably at a powwow
Symphony is playing softly in the background.
He seems to be out more now.
He calls me regularly telling me his whereabouts.
Then he comes home after his workout.
Our relationship is on the up and up.
The heights we reach states we are a perfect couple.
Our talk about the day brings a closeness.
As the clock chimes late, we both sigh for a mental release.
We find each night of intimacy to be quite fulfilling.
This time we have together, we cherish.
Our wedding vows were written by each.
We both play our part.
Our happiness is based on love and trust.
PENNED ON AUGUST 28, 2014!
Wyoming Valley Mall been there the most
even sat in for Santa for a bit
now with stores closing looks more like a ghost
bus stops there with plenty places to sit
the Steam Town Mall in Scranton has two floors
the wife and I are there plenty of times
we’re always walking and looking in stores
sometimes at food court reading Scranton Times
Military Circle is in Norfolk
use to hang out there in my navy days
being down South always a nice folk
spent plenty of time there never a craze
those are the malls I’ve visited the most
I have no regrets no reason to boast
We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring.
It was a time for newly-born passions;
Never fearing what the future could bring,
But probably not ready for love’s seasons.
From passion we created a new life
To bind us then more closer together.
When we finally became man and wife,
Maybe Summer would then last forever.
In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown.
It seems like the seasons all leave to fast.
I’m grateful for the years of love I’ve known,
And feel for you like I felt in Springs past.
There’s nothing to fear about growing old,
Except living alone in Winter’s cold.
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.
She just closed her eyes and that was the end
No tearful goodbyes not even a word
And all of the whys they were never heard
There were no more lies we had to defend
So ended our show and all it incurred
So far beyond woe no teardrop to rend
My mind won’t know it chose to pretend
So great was the blow it must be absurd
My memory ran to our special place
Where kisses began in days of our youth
Where once a young man discovered his dawn
No future in sight just one empty space
Which stole all my light this vision of truth
So began the night for now she is gone
A man tried to control his wife then he failed.
he tried to control his children then he failed.
he struggles the entire life to find an easy solution,
the problem is lingering on he has a better tuition.
he never tried to control himself that's why he failed.
always stuck in traffic, blames to a finder and derailed,
doesn't believe to check weather forecaster and sailed,
he runs everywhere in all directions to become a boss,
always seeks benefit, doesn't like to hear about loss.
Tempered to walk in snow, heat, rain or hail, he nailed.
he wants to grow, money jokes others, nature is funny.
he finds beauty, love gifts and counts a penny.
reached at home, behaves as wife is for his clean.
Blames children 'spendthrift' smoke and drink is a routine.
He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.
Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.
Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.
When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.
*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband.
July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson
Close your eyes and bring back sweet memories
Try to remember at your early age
No recollection of your first few years
At age 6 was that far you could engaged
Wiping your face full of cake, dress like a princess
Friends and relatives joyfully singing
Greetings and gifts are the way to express
That day is still worth remembering
Open your eyes now and see what has changed
Childish fun is over, now settled down
Much meaningful life along the open range
Learned basics of life, now you have outgrown
Today is your birthday, another year to share
This special time with us, we really care
Noel N. Villarosa
21 April 2014
Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com
"No lady am I." she would say with force,
tensing her shoulders and shaking her head.
I would smile and say, "Yes dear, but of course."
knowing she was truly a lady bred.
A spirited woman by her own design,
Dianne would speak out just what she thought.
Biting her own tongue was just too benign.
Being equal to men is what she sought.
A lady to pamper, that she was not.
A woman to love is what I knew well.
Inside that body was a love so hot.
She kept it hidden beneath a thin shell.
Woman of passion forever to shine.
I love you my lady, forever mine.
who’d ever thought I would love writing this
I never thought of myself as writer
I blame Robert Carson for doing this
Sometimes writing can be an all-nighter
it helped me through some adjustments through life
Mister Carson taught me more poetry
at times it led me to finding a wife
my life is good and I love this country
lately I’ve been writing some more sonnets
at first I thought they were too much for me
and writing one doesn’t take much minutes
whenever I am writing I am free
I’ll have a cup of poetry today
I’ve worked plenty who says writing is play?
"Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater,
had a wife and couldn't keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
and there he kept her very well"
(The nursery rhyme that inspired this sonnet)
The Pumpkin Eater
He thought he loved with heart and mind, and so
his goddess wife he set high in a tower.
He cultured trees and ivy there to grow,
so then the keep became a hidden bower.
Ensuring love’s protection even more,
he made around their secret place a maze.
It wound for miles along the forest’s floor
and led all trespassers in different ways.
A fire, he would consume her, and she’d weep.
Deprived of friends and freedom, she would brood,
then into a depression sank so deep. . .
her love for him could never be renewed.
So Peter lost. He’d kept his wife too well.
His tower of love was but a pumpkin shell.
By Andrea Dietrich
For PD's Metaphoric Poetry Contest
Here in the heart of dreams
I’m cocooned in your embrace
And the moon’s romantic beams
Are discernible on your face
As I relish and enjoy
Each memorable minute
Where nothing can destroy
Our love that’s so infinite.
No one can interfere while
We’re as close as a heartbeat;
Chasing darkness away with a smile,
Loves’ sunshine does it defeat!
As long as I’m nestled here with you
It’s like all my dreams have come true
cast by busy cars,
Drowned by white noise
of the city that was,
Stole a gaze into his glistening eyes
Got sucked in, got stuck in a trance
With his hands sweeping up my waist
Lights dim, noise haze,
His breath linger, nose graze,
A slight bow, and a tippy toe
Together, our lips freeze..
translate into touch a squeeze
Taking a deep breath,
Our eyes fall.. my mind stalls
Isnt it beautiful how
The world seize to survive
Maybe a little wheel.
Dazed in a kiss,
Heart beats entice
To feel him in your space
To share everything of the moment
Feels like nothing
Nothing, but life,nothing, but love!
My past life was like a cold lump of clay
Forced to caricature, no more no less
Numbed and swinish, departed and grey
With a fractured heart, slack and lifeless
Though I wandered harshly; looking but locked
And twice pulled sparing arrows from my chest
A true golden beauty leaned in and knocked
Some sense into my head; my God I’m blessed
I look at my life here and now with you
And I find life in bloom all around me
A garden of growth filed with soft and new
Fruits and flowers beside the Sacred Tree
The pieces of my heart, your touch restores
And the key to my love, forever yours
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
A year has passed, but not July's shiver,
The air is misty and the night is still:
Yet 'tis not the cold that makes me quiver
But the eros of our winter idyll.
She is up and doing at the cockcrow -
Her slumber over, my fever begun:
She comes-hither parting her moist furrow,
And I am inside the Gates of Eden!
That matrix of life and morning glories -
That corona in its ring at gloaming,
And brightest of all celestial bodies
I was for so long restless bemoaning.
All else forsaking at dawn's early light
I lay smitten in the thrill of her sight.
I Wrote Just For You
I wrote a song for you my precious life
four years courtship and now my wife
Your love and spirit now sweetly sings
removing the former pains and deepened stings
I wrote a poem for you my sweetest love
ten years together my little coo'ing dove
Your gentleness and ardor still inspires
the flames to leap in renewed heart's fires
I wrote a letter to be delivered some day
after life ceases , my spirit can not stay
Your treasure you so joyously gave to me
I will be waiting under Heaven's great tree
Heaven's fold holds a place for your spirit
sings a very special song for you, can you hear it
Robert J. Lindley , 07-10-2014
Dedicated to my wife, my life and all she inspires
and does for me every second of every day..
Jiggling keys,he gave his crown a scratch
then took another look at his watch.
"You're gorgeous, now please get out!"
for the 10th time he cried out loud.
Out she emerged, breathtaking, as always,
dropping baubles, tottering in her Jimmy's,
Smile still smeared, they left that hour,
unaware of the timed out counter.
Tyres screeched as he sped,
"take it slow honey"she requested,
when, an unexpected brightness grew larger,
until black, and then, everything grew calmer.
With excruciating pain he awakened,
looking around called, "Lauren!"
the teary faces dropped and nodded,
"We're sorry" , they whispered..
Suddenly lifted by a whiff of heat,
all he could hear was his own heart beat.
limped out, made a futile attempt to find his dear,
and crashed with thoughts of future fear.
Shutting the door behind him,
reminiscing love, life, past with grim,
clouds of "what if" floating his self ,
whole world reduced into a tiny elf.
Moving on is most important at present,
Realizing a reason, he may not accept,
he still breathes, for that very reason,
And, taking care of himself will never be treason.
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
My Gal, Blue Bonnet, Black Hair
My gal, jet black hair and a blue bonnet
writing her a golden little sonnet
Just a few nice words to sweetly say this
to the lady that gave truest ever kiss
Give kisses, many more, forever more
I long for and do happily keep score
Hold me so tightly in the deepest night
You glowing radiance , the sunshine's light
Morning brings the pleasure of you there
lights are bouncing upon your smile and hair
Day gifts your soft touch to lift me up
time spent filling our sweetest loving cup
My gal, blue bonnet and long jet black hair
you are my ALL, knowing you truly care!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-18-2014
Know This My Lover
Darling, pray that our love does not fade
the flower of desire blooms in a deep blush
Amongst passions planted and firmly laid
in secret interludes and whispering hush
My sweetheart, sing again our heart's song
with that angel voice so Heavenly made
Laced with sweet purity , flowers so strong
rainbow colors with stems of the greenest jade
My lover, remember the secret places that we love
the deep wooded cabin , the cliff hanging above
Rejoice in the climb to such heavenly heights
the sweet moans that shattered the silent night
My woman, know your heart and love are returned
My princess, our passion forever will be burned
Robert J. Lindley , 07-20-2014
This just woke me up from sleep. Had to bang it down
before I forget any of it!!
Has been a couple years since this happened and that
write only my wife has read as it is too racy to opening
This one is much tamer, which means I am either getting
older, lazier or more complacent!
None of the three inspires me but something sure inspired
this late night , wake the hell up write!!!!
I stand in my shower covered with soap.
I rinse off alone. I feel out of phase.
I see the brush hanging there by its rope.
Unused it has hung for many long days.
Used by Dianne, caressing her body.
It gave pleasure while cleaning her back.
The brush explored, sensual not bawdy.
Its use she applied with love and a knack.
I live my life much like that of the brush.
No longer do I caress her with love.
Nor give her pleasure, making her blush.
For now she looks upon us from above.
Today all alone, we both try to cope.
I covered with soap, the brush on its rope.
In this house I sit all alone,
just wanting and wishing to go back home.
Home as in my wifes loving embrace,
planting kisses on her most beautiful face.
I still don't know how to move on in life,
knowing I no longer have you as my wife.
To move on feels wrong in so many ways,
so I just go on alone counting the days.
As the days get longer I feel my heart break more,
my body shutting down as I stare at the door.
Praying you walk in and this nightmare be done,
but I wake up to the bright morning sun.
My heart refuses to go on without you here,
remembering how our love was strong through the years.
My mind says move on but my heart says no,
It still can't believe that you had to go.
You did go and now I'm all alone down here,
crying to myself as I count fallin tear's.
My love for you will always be strong,
and please know I loved you deeply all along.
It was all a mistake, I dream
A misunderstanding it seems
"You dreamt the whole thing, for god's sake!
Serves you right for not staying awake!
Bad things happen when you fall asleep
So dry it up hon, why do you weep
Don't you know God has made a new rule?
I'm back you stubborn old fool!
It never was and it never shall be
Pretty nice rule there, don't you agree?"
"I'm awake!" I'm awake!" I scream
(Silly boy, its only a dream)
***This is not a true sonnet because of the rhyme scheme
but I'm lazy
In those brief moments when we have finished pleasing
each other's body the way only we know how:
whispering, touching, tickling, teasing;
we harness eternity and shrink it to now.
Your breasts, Tibetan monastaries guarding the skies,
still tingle from when I touched you there.
My seed escapes to the cavern of your thighs,
and our fragrance lingers heavy in the air.
Amazing love, so mature, so young,
creating memories to forever keep.
Your body remembers the map of tongue,
but this night will end when we roll over to sleep.
So here, now, before the end has begun,
let's remain in this union, melted as one.
There is my holdings my vineyards in Franco
The eye waves flies off of his wine
While making millions of euro dollars
While ewe aer always reining Qyeen
The kisses lemone oh so sweet
Only in my fantasy wine is never sour
Away the hour enthrall love ewe
CharlaX Millions making fables true bend
Holding love above the real life
Holding love inside the inside
Holding love upon the morrow
Holding love without mye sorrow
Holding love to be the marrow
Holding love above the dollar.
The grapes were used though lemone added mix
A thing unheard in all the land
The regent came to me anon to ask
CharlaX why the wine would sec sit
Tis for the love violette eye bend
The lemone fragrance doth remind the eye
The wine is never bitter then
The love much more imported avec bien
Love holding more than love can tell
Love holding odoring the smell
Love holding like the fetterments
Love holding like a taste of her
Love holding only love anon
Love holding after we aer gone.
There is a mission now upon the corner
Near the water they do stay there
All the homeless wander there they live safe
They have laoaves fishes sec vino
No one hungars no ones cold
No one misses world so bolder older
No worldly pleasuer can compare
Working harder now than ever fables quake
Hold me loving hold me closer
Hold me loving je embrasser
Hold me magistrate ragon Qyeen
Hold me merry happily long
Hold me sensually loving
Ruling the vineyard sun love song
lottery fever is hitting the land
I’m sure it’s hitting sailors at sea too
let’s face it life’s no Fantasy Island
when it comes to lottery have no clue
yet I see and hear about the winners
just like the track and casino they’ll play
churches have their bingo we’re not sinners
if wife or I win we’re at Tampa Bay
at times my wife really wants to win big
and it affects me when she’s feeling hurt
I know she would love to own a big rig
one thing for sure I know I won’t lose shirt
if you’re a player I wish you good luck
my luck’s been costing me more than a buck
A Love Filled Dwelling
I sent my love to your waiting heart
with hopes we live and never part
You sang back such sweet replies
banishing dark clouds from my skies
I sent my great worries and cares
we cried , lets climb those stairs
Up we went into a love entwined cloud
no dire problems or worries allowed
You sent hope and glory into my life
promises of faithful love as my wife
You then made our romance a blessed joy
gifting us our treasure, our little boy
Never darling, shall I ever dare to forget
shared paradise came because you, you are the best
Robert. J. Lindley , 07-25-2014
Sponsor, Regina Riddle
note: pure truth in the telling,
my wife made our lives/family into a flowing paradise ,
in a LOVE FILLED HEAVEN we are now dwelling...
Lie down, leery fiend, vile hands are unclean.
Your tongue is milked by the dew of the past.
The shadows beckon to your heinous schemes
Which stir forth by the ardent rods you cast.
The mountains roar back at you and the Son
Seeks you every day. Remember, I sold
My soul to drink from your eternal sun.
Wine is greater than your concubine’s gold.
Test the waterfalls in our dry places.
The corrupt winds won’t stand against the tides.
Proud king of chastity, rain myrrh and grace.
Lighting is the true power of your bride.
Oasis burns from the spark of your soul.
Stars live in my heart, a real beloved role.
How can I forget thee
My precious golden eye
How can I say no to thee
The only door I can see
Your eyes is as white as snow
I will always call till my battery will be low
You always give me hope
Whenever you call me pope
How long can I talk about your kindness
When what I see is utter blikness
My promise is for us to ride in our hummer
But u betrayed and strike me like thunder
The moment you left your love disappear
But I no on the last day its going to appear
All is bright, and I betwixt God and you,
The Kookaburra is in the Willow:
And honeyeaters in the honeydew
Flitter as I lay your breast and pillow.
You are my Venus - my Evening Star!
Sweet inveigler to the contentious heart:
Girl, all I need is to be where you are
And never know what woe it is to part!
So we are in our beguiling divined
By no greater ordinance or blessing:
But visceral love (like a woman's mind)
Keep all common men eternal guessing.
Kid, you mean, and are everything to me,
And I do love the stars in Cotton Tree.
Cotton Tree is in Maroochydore on the
Sunshine Coast of Australia where we lived.
The car salesman chipper, on a very stressful night.
Cars new with ecology saving devices, not too shabby.
The Smiths need a deal, for salesmen a familiar plight,
Yet, at the roadways of heaven, ecology makes you savvy.
“Four doors!” the husband touts, the salesman takes the offer.
“Six cylinder!” the wife says dreamily, into the salesman’s face.
“All Electric!” injects the wife, proceeding to empty the coffers.
The salesman knows, he’s got them in an familiar place.
“A Cadillac!” the salesman smiles with teeth so bright,
“On sale,” the wife makes a strong, decisive case.
Simply driving would be, a practical, glamorous sight,
and discourage the rumors, the couple has no taste!
“Electric batteries last a life time,” the husband notes,
“We’ll take it!” the wife jumps up and smiling, dotes.
Two doves perchèd upon the throne of God
Fore'er indebted in wedlock'd bond.
True love cannot be measured with a rod.
Like ripples on the Lord's celestial pond.
Bouquet of wild aster both shall pick
In gardens, both share harvest of their love
with children who will compliment them quick
We bless them both with light from Heav'n above
As love has taken hold of man and wife
And may that bond be blessèd with glad cheer
Together they will start their Christian life
And let us not shed ev'n single tear
Love's purity is like the fallen snow
Part not until they tread where angels go.
I love me black woman
whom God created from the sand
the black woman that I adore
she has my eyes allure
she's my first virgin born and pure
I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure
She's definitely the one
that has given me a special son.
I love me black woman with vision
she's ahead with an incredible mission.
i love me black woman with passion
the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore
in my mind she has never been bored.
I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet.
I love me black woman all the time
wouldn't dare trade her for a dime.
I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space
to describe how much a black woman worth.
She's the mother of all earth
given a gift with an unbelievable birth.
Who wouldn't love a black woman
in such case is ignant.
to abuse a black woman, I dare not
She's my black woman beautiful within and out
she's all that I 'm bout
a black woman a red rose to be
I can't help myself but see
that a black woman is all that
Precious, fragile and magnificently phat
I love me black woman.
Neptune's Gift, An Angel's Love
Should greater and longer years be given me
I can only thank the love of my angel in white
Such gentleness from her calm and loving sea
destroyed all the monsters in my epic fight
Neptune did her his powerful Trident give
to easily cease the evil mind blowing wind
One great plunge in with such a mighty shiv
brought those dark winded furies to an end
Sent were peaceful sea creatures big and small
giding me ever towards that beckoning light
Always away from sea monsters great and tall
into a soothing morn following a peaceful night
Why was a happier and greater love so freely gifted
Why indeed, was this poor, miserable soul so uplifted!
Robert J. Lindley 07-12-2014
You are not like those other boys who hurt me;
I think I love you, but I’m scared to love…
If only pain left here would leave me be;
The heart inside me is tender like dove…
I can feel your love knocking at the door!
I see what you show and yes, that I know,
And yes I know it’s so much more in store…
The love shown is soft and tender like snow…
I’m scared of love because of its past life,
But I seem to think of you every night…
You treat me like I’m your future wife…
This whole relationship just feels so right!
The love I get from you is so clever;
I wish I could make it last forever…
It was a moment that transcended time
We were all unable to stay calm
Our emotions were at their most prime
Seven years since my wife had seen her mom
Years ago, when my wife left her nation
She had to leave her family behind
Her life was full of loss and of frustration
Never, were they too far from her mind
Their words were said without their being spoken
Their embrace could crush the strongest ever
A mother - daughter bond can not be broken
Their reunion was captured forever
The energy expelled could build a bomb
Seven years since my wife had seen her mom
Who shares all pain
Loves with heart and brain
Takes due care of children
and of others in the family
sweet so beautiful of mind
Never likes strife
To bring good she does strive
A Soul partner of life
A sweety wife
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
What wondrous beauty lies within these eyes
Fairest creature in face and gracious form
Your vision lovelier than summer skies
In you, my true happiness now reborn
Lay with your loving hand upon my heart
Breath of love whispered soft upon my cheek
Please fear not, that we shall be torn apart
For our love is strong, not shallow or weak
Hold my love close, keep it forever near
Clasped in your sweet beauty, your shining light
Draw upon its strength, to silence your fear
To guide you through shadows in darkened night
Oh beauty, until you are mine once more
Remember my love is steadfast and pure
Who are you? I don't know
Let me know first myself better
I will know you later
Do you know that
if I know you better first
you will be later
Come on and go ahead on
I want you be the top
I want to cheer up with that Joy
You hate me that I know
but I love you even I be a sparrow
You be the Queen always
Far away from the Region
though there's no tension
I love you always
Note: It's a write of a good husband of hot head with calm mind where
well wisher husband wishes the best for his wife in casual dispute.
What wondrous beauty lies within these eyes
Fairest creature in face and Divine form
Thy vision lovelier than summer skies
In thee, my true happiness now reborn
Lay with thine loving hand upon my heart
Breath of love whispered soft upon my cheek
Please, fear not that we shall be torn apart
For our love be strong, not shallow or weak
Hold my love close, keep it forever near
Clasped in thy sweet beauty, thy shining light
Draw upon its strength, to silence thy fear
To guide thee through shadows in darkened night
Oh beauty, until thou art mine once more
Remember my love be steadfast and pure
Upon the bed she lay, in the darkened room
She waits patiently for her lover to be there
She is the bride, and this night he the groom
As she tilts then her head, adjusting her hair
The door, it had opened, he then stepped in
She smiled so sensually yet so soft and sweet
He went to her, placing his hand on her chin
Told her that his love would never deplete
She sat up, took his hands, made him lay down
Body to body, feeling warmth through the touch
He felt her breaths through her heaving mounds
She felt him energized and saw just how much
This night would be theirs and theirs all alone
Embarking on their new journey to the unknown