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If you were to come to me Wow
In sight unseen before now
No longer just a vision of your smile
I would want to walk right up and
wrap my arms around you
Sigh and say ....
"Finally my life is complete"
I prayed that before heaven
we would meet
" I've Always Loved You
my precious soulmate"
You are my fate...
Oh your lips look so sweet
then you would sweep me off of my feet.
Solita R. Edge-Reed
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My love is gone, but he has not gone far.
I see his golden locks in waves of wheat,
the blaze of his blue eyes in each bright star;
in dewy blooms of red, his lips so sweet;
his smile in morning sun I rise to greet.
Oh, whether it be day or night, I swear
I see my wondrous lover everywhere!
His scent is with me too, for I inhale
him as I walk through woods of tall pine trees.
I taste him in fresh rain, and I can tell
that he is near me when a summer breeze
caresses me; my mind can be at ease!
For though he’s gone, I know my love will be
In beauty evermore surrounding me.
Written Feb. 1, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich
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the moon trickles down casting light afar
her tasseled hair rippling on true hearts pressed
surrounding a cape of pure, coupled stars
while tender fingers hunger for her chest
oh, can there be a scene like this more blessed?
if life could pluck more days, let my age withdraw
come love, for we have boat rides more to row
and as sunrise prays with the mountaintop
lapping against mauve fog the prairies keep
just there, dawn sprinkles on each dewdrop
waking the snooze of morning from its sleep
how can a day hold glory half as deep?
and if breaths could clear ripples of life’s glow
come dream with me, for we have years to sow!
little know nothing's contest:
Enter the Poems or new magazine please
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To my Daughter
Still my little child
Through your light blue eyes I am in heaven
they smooth my existence with its pure look
there're eight wonders in the World not seven
spirited pressence flowing as a brook
Catching my poor heart with your golden hook
since I held you in my arms for first time
proud and lost for your beauty was sublime
It seems like yesterday but time has passed
the bud suddenly bloomed and shines... and glows
jealousy is my struggle to the last
Before you my Queen... my Angel I bow
laughing life twenty years in a row
under the rain against the wind we walk
and trust...we have no secrets to unlock
My sweetest dream my muse my Tinkerbell
sprinkling your fairy dust to make me fly
to last forever my love for you swells
and my life has sense and sound Sunny Sky
Any pain any lament any sigh
I'd like to keep from you and thus I pray
begging God for you every night and day
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‘Come bring my bow of English yew and raise me from this bed
And let me look upon the wood where once I lay my head’
With fading sight and wearied limb through window rose he gazed
With summoned strength and trembling arm his mighty bow was raised
Sinews drawn to fullest test he let the arrow fly
And sinking back upon his bed he breathed a heavy sigh
‘Follow yonder willow shaft through forests darkened keep
For flighted by the angels, twill appoint where I shall sleep’
The stalwart oak tree caught the shaft, appointed by Gods grace
Beside a brook, in bluebell’d wood, there marked his resting place
In tunic Gold and Lincoln green, his sword upon his breast
Beneath the trees of Sherwood green was Robyn laid to rest
That mighty heart, its labour done, when stilled its Valliant quest
All England mourned its stalwart son who bore the Locksley crest
And through the silent forest, soft April showers wept
To wash that place from hearts and minds, a secret ever kept
One maid, one Friar, with little John, in sombre vigil stood
In silent witness mourning, the passing of the Hood
On England’s green and pleasant land was played a Hero’s part
And Never more on sceptre’d isle will beat a truer heart
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North of Nottingham, there lies a wood
Clothed with fern in Dartmouth green
A barefoot Beauty, There she stood
The likes of which, the worlds not seen
A man observes, but undetected
Concealed up in The Major Oak
She drops her hood, quiet unexpected
Gently slipping off her cloak
This man, a thief, price on his head
Cannot resist his captive heart
In great danger, he gladly sheds
The massive tree's concealing art
You might conceive, this shocked the maiden
Confronted by a rogue so bold
But his eyes were so love laden
She touched his hand, he touched her soul
He leads her to his camp in secret
On the ground lie jewels and gold
But his eyes could never leave her
The greatest prize he ever stole
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Beneath an amber shade
with a translucent hue.
Two hearts are joined as one
under the light of the moon.
within distant sight.
on this cool summers night.
Crickets are chirping
in the fields all around.
Not a word can explain the melody,
of this hypnotic sound.
On a blanket, under the stars
that sparkle from above.
In thee essence of the dew,
I lay with you here my love.
Our hearts begin to flutter
from a long embrace.
Upon the softness of your lips
a warm kiss has been placed.
Making love in the field,
until the new morning sun.
Then naked, hand in hand
together we will run.
Our passion, we will renew
from all the earth has to give.
In a moment set forth,
from this time we now live.
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What if God became a woman what a difference we would see,
And the first thing that she'd tackle is the way that we all pee.
She’ll have seen all the advantages that’s there when you’re a boy;
How it saves with all that squatting, and at night becomes a toy.
She'll introduce discretions, like an air valve better placed,
To save girls sneaking trapped air out and getting all red-faced.
With the aid of hidden pipework, they could whistle merry tunes,
And the playing of this music could be used for clearing rooms.
The next thing that she'd tackle would be partners taking turn,
As a nine months’ stretch is quite some time for carrying a bairn.
If the girls can do the last part, when dear junior starts to rub,
Men could have it when it doesn’t show and take it down to the pub.
And then onward into shaving - where it really isn’t fair,
As the slightest fluff grows on girls’ legs and barely none elsewhere.
I fear that Man’s dispenser will be programmed and re-planned
So a button pressed and wristwork will squirt hot wax in her hand.
And the final piece of justice; she'll see balance to be done,
As we both will have the ‘monthlies’ now instead of only one.
We’ll gladly do the mood swings, and we’ll even have the belly,
But the thought of using tampons simply terms my legs to jelly.
So there we are; the deed is done, at last the world is equal,
But I, for one, don’t hold much hope for this thoughtful female sequel.
And as for: “Will it make things better, or will it make things worse?”
I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Oh shite - I’ve dropped my purse!
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I’m lavender; I’m apple-tartness green
or colored cream like fleece - a peaceful ewe.
Pastel, I’m hushed; when gold or red, I preen.
Like ice cream of a most peculiar hue,
I’m Baskin-Robbins licorice-flavor blue.
I’m fanciful as pink and rarely frown
reflecting sequins of my rainbow gown.
Written ages ago, I don't know when, but was first posted 8/31/11 under the
Now used for Shadow Hamilton's Colours Poetry Contest
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The master of the light scopes on the brae,
bequeathing her the dusk that sweeps the fields,
his manly thoroughness and thought's cache,
in front of her transmitting aura yields,
while dark befalls around her form and shields;
whatever poised the shades' outlines as real
became Nyx' pass, became the fog's slack seal.
Her thoughts metamorphose, so e'er unplanned
to skyward borders where the maiden's prayers
amid apocryphal of aisles expand,
and winding they disperse, dew forlorn heirs;
the flutter of the blackbird drives her tears
and beatific perfect form that fades -
domain of conquered arbor woods and glades.
For Gaia's daughter begs to be transformed,
her perfect structure turns to laurel bole,
her splendid mane to foliage and adorned
the woods shall bear her innocence of soul;
the Nymph persists upon her vestal role,
cantabile his harp and sunshine beams,
forever meet the spieling of her dreams.
© 02-01-2014, G. Venetopoulos
Daphne was a Nymph of the streams, Apollo's beloved.
Please, read the "about the poem" details...
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If I could, heaven I would hand to you
I can but offer a shoulder or hand
Or maybe a kind word to see you through
Times so difficult you cannot withstand
When you’re isolated, by others banned
Just look this way and find me at your side
Perhaps your sadness we can override
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Ride with me
I'll show you miss
I'll show you bliss
Where your mind is
Come with body
Come with soul
Drive me kindly
To your goal
Do not fault me
For your mistakes
I will not jugde thee
Your skipped pace
Show me kindness
Show me your heart
I will grow wings
To master your art
And then you found
I am your horse
To take you heaven
You have once lost
We seal our friendship
We take our oath
To be together
In this ride on Earth
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My desolate heart, my obstinate friend
Do not be naïve, please understand
That glittering faces you mustn’t eye
Everything enchanting is not thy
You fret, fry, burn and agonize
Your cravings, wailing and your cries
That incessantly my patience try
Years elapse but do not die
You keep no malice and hatred I know
Your loyalty and fidelity and feeling’s flow
Your kindness, your benevolence is aglow
Your transcendent face your virtues show
Unattainable Stars and moon aspires
One can’t get whatever he desires?
The clouds, the sky and colors of rainbow,
The fragrant roses that beauty bestow.
Peace, tranquillity, serenity and more
All that is lost is knocking at door
Share with others or own and keep.
But to your maladies no one will weep
Take my advice although it’s tough
Love without seeking repayment in love
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love is something that you should respect
for of all emotions it's worst harm is regret
it gives freely with no thought to object
from one to another hopeful prospect
something sacred that one should protect
and with deepest desire one should accept
but the dark side of love is that one can reject
for to give love, one's heart has to elect
love is not a thing that you can easily eject
it's tangled strings will slowly egress
lest love use it's power to hate and detest
or worst of all be defeated by distress
no, no, no, this thing love i must redress
give up too soon, no i protest
all this time that i have obsessed
it is for good reason i make this request
i will contest till i conquest if that is what you will
but prove to you this one thing; my love you cannot kill
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The bloom is on us now
and fear does make what's fragile quake
pink and gold upon the bough
petals quiver, fall, and shake.
So thin, the skin, some opaque
blossoms unfurl and lace the ground
their life passes without a sound.
Cry for the petal's fall
yes, mourn the death of these little things
the puss ywillow enthralls
the halo of seeds on wing
voiceless they bloom and fall down
oh see fair Spring lose its royal crown.
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A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two forms outlined inside the nightly coals
and danced our waltz above the waves and shoals.
Betrothal blossoming of western winds
that blow the cumulus across the quay,
melds with the rising mist, the moon rescinds,
and fades in deepnesses of the dark sea;
beyond the shores the tidings brought to me,
the moonlight drenched in silver waves of flame,
and thenceforth heard his heart, and felt his claim.
I breathed his lonesome air, my soul's accord,
o mother of caressing waves' soft voice,
embraced I was, the silvering award
became my terminal, demanding choice;
inside the crystal night I felt rejoice ,
and in my tiny hands run his reply,
my destiny, the sea, and silent cry.
For Giorgio Veneto's contest : "Impress Me IV!"
Written in collaboration with Giorgio Veneto...
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The Earth cracks, the plates slide, and we fall of track.
The sun freezes over, and color is beginning to lack.
We fall back, lay in this wake of destruction,
as apocalyptic thoughts grab us, from every direction.
Our life flashes like the lightening in the sky,
the thunder rumbles, and it rains down, as we begin to cry
Time stops and we're still, as a volcano erupts,
the ashes rain down and form clouds, and all we hope for is luck.
But what is luck? What is it to us, but an empty wish.
It's nothing but something we hope for, and we're hopeless.
But it's a possibility, that feels impossible to me,
but it's a picture that I gotta paint, but canvases aren't free.
So I sit as a tornado forms right in front of my eyes,
and I'm scared, but I stand up, and finally realize,
that I gotta fight. Or I'll forever be denied.
I'll forever be alone, and I'll never get it right.
I see a piece of paper, and I think of an easy solution,
it's crumpled up, and you've gotta open to be able to read it.
But it's a blank page, nothing but a piece a paper.
You watch it float in the wind, you'll write a story on it later.
It's gone, Gone Away With The Wind,
you tried but you're own game beat you, you can't win.
No matter the pen, the ink is your blood, it comes from within,
just don't lose it, cause once you lose it then its Gone With The Wind.
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Free verse to Rhyme Royal
This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.
Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.
Slowly, as clouds disperse, the day begins to pulse.
As ripples, eventually distort the river
I stir, myself.
Time now, for me to assume, day-time’s demeanor.
Like any cloud or tree, be buffered
by whatever comes along.
This morning the river is glassy-still.
Its surface a collage of orange clouds,
of lofty palms, and every nearby hill.
And I, immersed in reverie away from crowds
Summon thoughts, confessing faults, to spill
a profusion of reflected memories
Mirrored to de-lineate in reverie.
As day begins to pulse and clouds disperse
Ripples from unruly winds distort the river
I stir myself, day’s journey to traverse
Preparing for what day's events are likely to deliver
Like any cloud or tree that Nature buffers
No longer to remain a simple dreamer
Time now to wrap myself in Daytime’s Demeanor.
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With your light so might, I see my sight
transforms an untamed lady into a woman uptight,
Curves you portray in aura so bright
reflects my inner soul's desires i held long so tight.
Towel went off the floor, water leaves a gleam
on skin that radiates like in shimmering pearl cream;
Scrutinizing details so womanly it seems
found myself in a sizzling dream!
I close my eyes, bite my lip
All glory of visions come rushing deep;
I saw your vision standing near
Watching me intently, you look so dear.
Opening my eyes, I stare on my sight
found myself blushing and breathing so fast;
My lips went red at the bite I did
my eyes dazzled, as if I want the deed!
The music is on, jazz is playing softly on air
my eyes glued on the reflection of my pair;
Wondering the touch your hands may lay
caressing me in total foreplay...
I gasped at the thought, I smelled your breath,
tasted your tongue as your hands caress;
My body arched, feeling you beneath
oh, I know inhibitions in me; now, I cared less!
With this mirror reflections, I know enough
that from that moment I discovered as such;
I am a woman even how tough I was
Wanting you badly to be with me at last!
Mirror, mirror on the wall
when will be the time I will have my fall,
A fall with my man in unending bliss
Sharing same mirror, doing our perfect kiss?
Sponsor: FRANK H.
Contest Theme: I AM
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True love - In him was the breath of life given, now the Creator Greatest creation (man)
asorb's the life of a human being. Being, from the image of an Omnipotent (GOD) from above.
Real passion - Let there be light, now the Creator begin's an unfallable phase of power
and passion. He-he spoke into existence the foundation of his world, he take's dark-
ness and maketh day and then he say's the firmament that shall be the water of the earth
he loved it so, that he place fish and whale's and all the creature's for the ocean, and it
gave him "Satisfaction".
Unity - In him (Adam) was there True Love bestowe unto him (Eve) and God (The Creator)
test their commitment to him by the will of obesience. They fail, mankind is seperated
from the Unity of the Creator (GOD) plan's and Sin that even challenge's the explorata-
tion of an Omnipotent Order as it enter the temptation of man. Adam as intelligent as
he is. The creator who hates sin so much. Has to come full force (In his own order) with the
"lust of the flesh", of his creation. But he who is the All-Mighty his thoughts is above
mankind best thought's. He employ's Noah for a mission of Unity. And if you never
have experience true love in your life. "Read About It", (Bible) I quarantee you'll find
answer's to question's that has put a bitter taste of confusion in your Boarder. (limitation)
(E)verlasting love - Many of us think love is found lying on our back's. Many think that
little piece of meat hanging between our leg's (Men's) is the source of true love.
But by the time one figure's out the "True Meaning of Love". Year's come and go, and
the sun will have shine upon your morning's over a thousand times. Everlasting Love -
that Adam & Eve overlooked because of unbridle feeling's, that told them differently and
this manifested love, when it is found will smile upon you knowingly and with possitive
meaning. Ressurrected love onto Heaven(and from the grave) can be seen in the beauty
of a Dove. "Finding True Love".
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Jesus saith unto him. I am the truth, the way and the life. No man come unto
the Father but by me.
Enter The Lord Jesus Christ…
He bled for us.
Through the hours,
in the night.
On two pieces of wood,
one up, one across.
An ultimate sacrifice,
no matter what the cost.
He walked across the desert,
to show man how to love.
And stepped outside of Himself,
to open the Heavens above.
He preached the gospel,
at all and any cost.
As He saw the future,
that our souls might not be lost.
He fought off temptation,
as He walked through hell.
And crushed the evil serpent,
the greatest story ever to tell.
He Sacrificed His body,
so that we may live.
And nailed sin to The Cross,
so our Father would forgive.
He commended his spirit,
and rose from the grave.
Then ascended into Heaven,
so that we might be saved.
He left us with His word,
that He would be our greatest friend.
Until with His Mighty Angels,
He will surely come again.
Enter The Lord Jesus Christ…….
He wept for us.
In the hours,
through the night
Two pieces of wood,
one up, one across.
The ultimate sacrifice,
To die for us on The Cross!
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if i could have walked with jesus
if i could travel in time i know where I'd go and when
way back during the time Jesus walked among men
to see all those marvelous things he did
oh! and to hear the sermon he gave as a kid
but you know what would really be swell
to walk alone aside him as one of the twelve
and imagine being right there in that boat
watching him walk across water as if he could float
i mean just to see the things he accomplished
he fed so many people with only a Little bread and a few fish
just to be there even for time
to see him help the lame to walk and heal the blind
and it would really give me a thrill
to experience him quieting the storm by just saying peace be still
like everyone i would be so amazed
to have seen him raise his dearest friend from the grave
i often wondered how i would have felt
if i had been there when my lord wept
to sit at the last supper as he was so brave
know all the time that he was being betrayed
but i don't think i could watch as they treated him so grim
i would have jumped in and carried that cross for him
and you know the moment i would really savor
is to have been there when he rose three days later
even though i cant go back to way back then
i need to start preparing for he'll be back again
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With lips and fingers and skin
Tasting, touching and feeling
With tongue rolling in the wet longing
Silent cry, pleading
Agonized shiver seeking release
Of holding back to get to higher heights,
Reaching firm the nape
Wrapping legs around the hips
Reaching for each other's soul
Searching. Seeking. Wanting
Feeding the echoes of glory
Til ultimate unity entangled in rhymes
Squeeze me tight
Faster now, urging on and on.
Dancing in pleasure's rhythm
Lips locked and sealed, embracing.
Entwined, lurking in bliss of screaming wants!
Wanting More. More..Please. More.
To stop this ragged breathing
Hands holding, entwining
To stop this trembling body
Gasping breaths so warm and teasing
She says, never stop
Joined bodies in unison moving.
Screaming like no one cares to listen
Perspiring. Slipping. Sliding. Slurping
Spurting spirits release the final dance
Pounding hearts now the only sound
That join heavy blissful breathing
Holding on in embrace so tight
Hoping the next one comes
When morrow's warmed by the sun.
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Born out of incest of father-daughter
Semite god, hunter and a fair offspring
Women’s laments and cries to stir and blur
Festivals on me in autumn and spring
Living six months with Aphrodite unbanned
I’m the most favored man in her portal
Though am loved by many gods and mortals.
Then next six months living with Persephone
The queen of the underworld and the dead
Pomegranate in hand, very bonnie
Who seduced me, the under-aged lad
Know of “The Adonis Complex” widespread
A problem rife faced by men of all classes.
Ye, Mortals! Don’t you have our replicas?
You’ve me, Aphrodite and Persephone
I’m not god like Allah, Krishna or Christ
Pray lead me not to undeserved brawny
Forbid don’t forget, you masters of writes
Please blame me not for polygamous tryst
Bid me farewell I'm leaving earth to truce
You’ve enough Adonises to accuse.
**The poem was posted on PS on 30-1-14**
August 17, 2014
Form: Rhyme Royal
Contest: Structured Verse by Giorgio V.
The poem was posted on PS on 30-1-14
Form: Rhyme Royal
Dr. Ram Mehta
sixth place win
Contest: Romanticism In Rhyme Royal by Gautami Phookan.
**There are very many versions of Adonis living with one goddess for six
months or 1/3 of
the year etc. etc.** The Adonis complex of the health issue or issue of love,
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Beyond the bay the sun peeked o're the waves.
The calm belied what destiny would tell.
A statue peers where young men served and gave,
So far from Gloucester shores where seagulls yelled,
So far from sheltered harbors gentle swells.
Undaunted sailors dared the Flemish Cap -
Too far, as nature mixed a hopeless trap.
Like hungry beasts tempt fate to catch their prey
And stray beyond their tribal hunting grounds;
The George's Bank was left to stern that day
To go where surely greater catch abounds.
But while their hold was filled with bounty found,
Two angry storms swirled in a deadly dance
And left the Andrea Gail without a chance.
Her captain turned for port but could not know
Such wrath of nature blocked their pathway home,
And all the crew on wings of angels glowed
The face of God to trust and not to roam
Though oft in tumult's grasp they will bemoan
And think to sell their souls on Devil's waves
But safe in Heaven's grasp they will be brave.
For Gautami Phookan's Romanticism Contest
Gloucester Mass. is pronounced Gloster
Also Andrea Gail is poetic license meter wise