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The Other Side of Winter

(A Villanelle)

The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,
a never-ending march of cheerless dark
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array

where forest scene gives one a true display
and leafless limbs provide a raptors' park.
The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,

and through the open grove a new ballet
of life and death beneath the brittle bark
and skies whose colors bleach in dull array.

A wind unites with rain while leaves decay;
each limb begins to dance a graceful arc
in winter’s dismal path so long and gray

till snow appears and hides the hunter's prey.
New scenes occur of softer landscape mark,
tame skies whose colors bleach in dull array.

Resplendent white now blankets to allay
our thirst for beauty with a lustrous lark.
The winter's dismal path is long and gray,
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array.




Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Priorities Viewed by a Dying Man

Death be not proud but humble with strife
Old man flicks ashes, has one last choke
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
 
Many passed before him, cut off like a knife
They fester in his memory with this his final smoke
Death be not proud but humble with strife

In youth there were ladies, his courtships were rife 
But never a vow, no promises he spoke
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
 
He lived wild and free, never seeking a wife 
Much wealth he acquired, never to be broke 
Death be not proud but humble with strife

He failed to see beyond the edge of gold’s knife
Shared nothing, loved no one, found no comforting cloak 
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
 
Tonight he wishes that he should have changed his life
He snuffs his candle, knows he’ll not feel heaven’s stroke
Death be not proud but humble with strife
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life


by Carolyn Devonshire
Written June 5, 2010

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010


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A Loving Son

They always said, “Please bother us no more” when Tommy sang, and Mom would stick her head inside his room. “We need to shut your door!” And once he loudly sobbed because he tore his toy plane, but all his father said was, “I cannot be bothered any more.” Another time he fell and felt so sore, but Mother quickly wiped the spot that bled, said, “Go to sleep. I’m going to shut the door.” He learned to neither ask them questions nor expect attention, for he felt great dread of hearing their “Please bother us no more.” One day a young man thought, “What’s living for? No more tears do I have left to shed. . . I’d better not forget to shut the door.” They heard the shot and ran and saw the gore. Their loving son lay silenced on his bed. The note read, “I will bother you no more. Mom and Dad, I remembered to shut the door.” By Andrea Dietrich posted 7/26/12 for the Any Sad Poem Contest, sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012


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Ashen Snow

An innocence we used to know
As morning dourly turns to night
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A cell phone yearning for hello
With hopes of answer growing slight
An innocence we used to know

Within a stampede’s torrid flow
Bifocals lost in jostled fright
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A playbill from three days ago
Once read with wonder and delight
An innocence we used to know

Pillars raised in commerce glow
Now broken pencils thrown in spite
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

So many hearts in fervent throes
So many souls in heaven’s sight
An innocence we used to know
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

Chopped  - Poetry Contest
Including:
Playbill dated 08 Sep 2001
Cell Phone
Broken Pencil
Bifocals

-23 Oct 2014-

Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2014


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Chocolate Fountain

Chocolate Fountain Abuse- for the lover 

How easily I forget I'm allergic to chocolate
I want to dip the exquisite kosher in a Spanish brandy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate

At a store window; a dried up chocolate fantasy goblet
A taste of spoiled milk, nothing dandy with this candy
How easily I forgot I was allergic to chocolate

Snickers Bar, melting under the spotlight for-profit
Not edible, waging unassertive words like a pansy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate

Chocolate pop, a candy bar coming out of the closet
There was not much bandy, about this candy
It's easy to forgot I'm allergic to chocolate

Stubby nuts, stomachache, bucket of vomit
Butterflies, flipping when I hear a faucet of cocoa candy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate

Enrobed with small nuts, it dwells under the pocket
Caramel and peanuts American walnut vigilante
How easily I forgot I was allergic to chocolate
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate

~?~
7/10/14

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014


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Date Night (and the day after)

Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth L. Schwartz


This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny.  So the story goes.

We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose.  (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.

We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky.  So the story goes.

We sip our red wine.  Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem.  For all our tomatoes

Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards.  (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy.  So the story goes.

We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente.  So our story goes.

Copyright © Erin Moss | Year Posted 2006


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Lifeless Eyes of Ted Bundy

Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
No remorse, all emotion had been doused
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
 
He maintained there’d been too much publicity
Four coeds attacked in a sorority house
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
 
This demon had the nerve to make a bogus plea
“Move my trial or there’ll be no justice,” he groused
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
 
To explain news coverage in Tallahassee
Reporters took the stand, court quiet as a mouse
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
 
I took the stand shaking, did not want him to see me
I was sweating so much, wet stains were on my blouse
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
 
It appeared his conscience was totally guilt-free
What kind of excuse could this death machine espouse
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony 
 
*Entry for Catie’s “Villanelle Me” Contest
 
Note:  Serial Killer Ted Bundy successfully convinced the court he could not get a fair 
trial in Tallahassee because there had been too much pre-trial publicity surrounding 
his attacks on four Florida State University co-eds in their sorority house.  After 
Tallahassee reporters were required to testify, Bundy’s trial was moved to South 
Florida.  Bundy assaulted and murdered at least 30 young women, and possibly 
many more, in the states of Washington, Oregon, California, Utah, Idaho, Colorado, 
and Florida between 1974 and 1978. After more than a decade of denials he 
confessed to 30 homicides, but the true total remains unknown.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011


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Darling, you dragged me in too deep

Darling, you dragged me in too deep 
And abandoned me like an anchor in a lonely sea. 
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep. 

I was doomed once suspicion began to creep 
As it swam in your words that lacked in honesty.
Darling, you dragged me in too deep. 

Please tell me, did you lose an inch of sleep 
Making empty promises and cheating on me?
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep. 

I should've listened to doubt upon taking a leap, 
Love should carry no doubt; certainty is key. 
Darling, you dragged me in too deep, 

This torturously lonely sea does weep 
That you could ever reach such a cold degree. 
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep, 

But apparently I'm a promise not worth keeping; 
If you want to call this love, I'll say it can't be. 
Darling, you dragged me in too deep,
You shouldn't make promises that you can't keep.

By Anne Currin 

Copyright © Anne Currin | Year Posted 2013


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Hot Day

A steady hum vibrating one constant low
Surrounding me in tiny hummingbird beats
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

The fuzzy sound vibrates on pulsed in it’s drones
All vision blurs dimly in dark shadowed heat
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

The yellow window’s shade drawn down indigo
Gaze at it’s outline, with my hands on my feet
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

My round Papasan chair of plush wicker holds
My languid form as I relax there complete
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

Within the dark, my lap cat’s bright green eyes glow
I’m clothed only in my silhouette’s repeat
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

Reflect in beta waves of calm peace I know
On blue walls, my fairy outline shifts and beats
A steady hum vibrating one constant low
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow



Copyright © stephie pendleton | Year Posted 2006


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Christmas Snow


On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
the shimmering snow in magical light,
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Innocent faces gleam, old are reborn
as fanciful flakes seem to rise in flight
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.

Powder settles, softening sharpest thorns
as spring’s flowers sleep beneath drifts of white
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Oh, joyous wonder, no past years to mourn!
The hills and trees sparkle like child’s eyes bright,
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.

Our gifts are unwrapped, the day’s all but worn
and festive flakes frolic well into night
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Through frosty pane, we watched peaceful day born
with glistening nature’s brilliance in sight. 
On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.


for Gail's Christmas Snow Contest, 11/26/14 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014


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Birds of Paradise

Birds of paradise bloom and fall like a shooting star, Red ones are juxtaposing lips when wrens are kissing; Brilliantly gliding from huge foliage seen from afar. They marvelously stand and hung on where they are, In kaleidoscope of colors, they’re all glistening; Birds of paradise bloom and fall like a shooting star. Their lasting freshness is a blessing from the altar In orange, yellow, red and purple- they’re all amazing; Brilliantly gliding from huge foliage seen from afar. Their dazzling beauty is the sweetest song that soothes my scar In its various colors, red with yellow is the best hymn I’ll sing Birds of paradise bloom and fall like a shooting star. Ambling along an avenue of those flowers quite so far As if leading into the vista of paradise –the most wonderful feeling Brilliantly gliding from huge foliage seen from afar. Bestowing its enchantment to someone may ward off war Red gears for a blazing love , yellow for unwavering spirit of sharing Birds of paradise bloom and fall like a shooting star Brilliantly gliding from huge foliage seen from afar.
June 30, 2013 10.40pm ©2013by Leonora Galinta All Rights Reserved Fourth Place Contest: Good Poems Judged: 8/8/2013 Sponsor: Great Poet, Nathan A

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013


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Come Walk With Me


Come, walk through the beautiful forest with me, 
Enraptured by musical sounds of the wild, 
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free. 

For children of nature, we happen to be,
Made open and free as an innocent child…
Come, walk through the beautiful forest with me.

Enthralled with the wonder of earth’s majesty,
Abandoned with nature where God’s love has smiled,
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free.

Our worldly, dark troubles will magically flee,
Erasing the sorrowful memories filed…
Come, walk through the beautiful forest with me.

Tranquility flows everywhere peacefully
With fragrance of nature, sweet-scented and mild,
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free.

Absorbing the essence of Earth's modesty,
With stillness and beauty of nature compiled,
Come, walk through the beautiful forest with me…
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
    All Rights Reserved

~6th Place~
Contest: Villanelle's and Terzanelle's Only
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 06/23/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015


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Chance Meeting

We met by chance and are happy that we met
For our love is blossoming and getting stronger 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

The whole world is against us and doesn't care, I bet
We struggled for love and affection, did anyone bother
We met by chance and are happy that we met

We grabbed the chance happily, let’s not now fret
We need time to get into a rhythm with each other
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

Chance is an opportunity, a lucky and a brave does get
Let us convert it into love and not more do we rancor
We met by chance and are happy that we met

If united we stood, we could meet with any threat 
The world becomes a friend, enemies remain no longer 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

We are certain to succeed, unlike in a game of roulette
Where gamblers risk happiness that depends on another 
We met by chance and are happy that we met
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set


Date: 3.8.2014 
Form: Villanelle

Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2014


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STARRY-EYED


Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
In liquid skyline’s twirl, a slow ballet
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.
 
The meadow gleaming near as winds invite
An April centerstage that glides away 
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed.
 
And high above the robins wheel their plight
Where garland of stars drips as if to play
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.

Drunk, hungry this breath, so far the height
where scent of dreams, bursts forth in warm display
eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed

Small twinklers crown my head to wrap and slay 
each heaving sigh embroidering this day,
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.

As wishful thoughts catch stardust of the night
the firmanent climbs inside earthen clay.
Eyes dazed I stroll and quiver low, enticed
to pirouette on fireglows that ignite.


Villanelles and Terzanelles Only
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
7/27/2013

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013


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Bewitched

Ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing,
butterflies flutter within the begin
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

Let the trailing flow of sweet kisses sting.
Pain so close to passion, adrenaline,
ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing.

Nipping ear and throat so breathtaking,
as we fall and roll on the white bear skin
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

Peacock feathers trace the grace amazing,
flames dance high on the walls of the cabin
ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing.

Double backed, we ride through the heat lightning.
in the firelight her eyes are fetchin’
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

My wife, my life, my so happy ending,
who but thee could there be so bewitchin’?
Ageless and amazingly, the nerves sing,
like the bowed tension of a cello’s string.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010


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Primal Passion - Villanelle

For your Love I would beg, steal, or borrow,
Knowing primal passion would come my way,
Gone would ever be my deepest sorrow.

Gently I come as the wind it does blow,
When I'm with you I ever want to stay,
For your Love I would beg, steal, or borrow.

When you're with me my heart it does glow,
Your Love I would never come to betray,
Gone would ever be my deepest sorrow.

Only God knows what shall come tomorrow, 
I shall live for all my dreams of today,
For your Love I would beg, steal, or borrow.

Through our time I Know our Love it will grow,
Only joy within our heart it does stay,
Gone would ever be my deepest sorrow.

We shall live primal passion from this day,
Love is our dance as we go on our way,
For your Love I would beg, steal, or borrow,
Gone would ever be my deepest sorrow.

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016


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A Broken Heart

A Broken Heart

I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow,
My love’s full of such anguish and fear;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.

My heart seeks such a palliative yarrow,
My thoughts are shattered, no longer clear;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.

My desire’s gone, a victim of a much harrow,
My emotions are awry and bring no cheer;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.

Your anger strikes my heart like a poison arrow,
Your evil intent revealed with no sugary veneer;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.

I live my life now with no surcease of sorrow,
Your former love declarations ring now so queer;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.

My spirit’s in tatters from your hateful harrow,
And your face now haunts me with a nasty leer;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
November 14, 2014 (Villanelle)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014


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A Christmas Snow

Bundled in goose down like their feathered friends;
they plump outside for they've no wish to stay in;
they dive in the snow, the mundane to transcend.
 
Boys howl and they whistle and the girls defend
igloos of snow bricks with rosy cheeks and chins,
bundled in goose down like their feathered friends.

Small toddlers fall boom, make angels and pretend
that the snowflakes are food, as their silly faces grin;
they dive in the snow the mundane to transcend.

Snow geese honk and a large flock descends,
roaring with laughter the children rush in,
bundled in goose down like their feathered friends.

Mother lights the Christmas tree on the bend
and Father grabs a scarf and joins the din.
They dive in the snow, the mundane to transcend.

Snowballs zoom, as sisters and brothers contend
even the pooch prances (for of course he is kin).
Bundled in goose down like their feathered friends,
they dive in the snow the mundane to transcend.
 










Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014


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Will You Think of Me Once In a While

Will you think of me once in a while,
When the tears from your eyelids are trailing,
When they bury me after the trial.

Will you think of me oft with that smile;
When obstructions in life you are scaling,
Will you think of me once in a while

When you pass by the rose garden dial,
Would you think of my love as unfailing,
When they bury me after the trial.

Although distant by many a mile,
Would you treasure this letter I'm mailing;
Will you think of me once in a while.

Bitter thoughts grip my insides like bile,
But I reckon I'll no more be ailing
When they bury me after the trial.

I'll not be there to see you in style;
Please forgive me, my daughter, for failing.
Will you think of me once in a while,
When they bury me after the trial.


(Written on March 25th, 2014 for the contest
"Rhyme Battle: Round 4")

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014


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Death Calls

I see you there, for me waiting,
you hover in endless patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Yet I linger on, each breath rasping, 
as I am clearing my conscience,
I see you there, for me waiting.

Too soon the curtains are parting,
now at an end is my patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Time is slowing, it's so daunting,
draining away is my essence.
I see you there, for me waiting.


Grievances now aside casting,
Letting in instead, some cogence,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Death I have treated with voidance,
giving it little reverence,
I see you there, for me waiting,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014


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But I Must Stay

My wife may go, but I must stay
My unused ticket in my hand
Her flight is finally underway

The Nazis held my full dossier
The word had come from high command
My wife may go, but I must stay

Our cigarettes within the tray
With lipstick stains upon her brand
Her flight is finally underway

My passport stamped with letter "J"
A clerk is typing - I am banned
My wife may go, but I must stay

One golden earring gone today
The other one tight in my hand
Her flight is finally underway

I lied: "It's just a short delay."
Perhaps one day she'll understand
My wife may go, but I must stay
Her flight is finally underway

November 29, 2014

Notes:
1936 - Jews no longer allowed electrical/optical equipment, bicycles, typewriters or records
1938 - Jews' passports stamped with a red letter 'J'. May not be used to re-enter Germany. 
Some have passports removed to prevent them leaving the country.

For complete list see http://www.bl.uk/learning/histcitizen/voices/info/decrees/decrees.html

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014


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The Knights Crusade

Dearest damsel, thou art my life
If thou want for food, it will always be there
I will offer confit and other gourmet fare

Whatever jewels ye desire I present to you
Be it Australian opals or Colombian gold 
Dearest damsel, thou art are my life

The ravages of nature may threaten ye
But I’ll cool thee in the brutal heat
and warm thee in the bitter cold

I will slay where all the dragons dwell
I'll protect thee from the gates of hell
Dearest damsel, thou art my life

My strength and resolve to win thy love
I will defy the gods above
Until my labors bring fruition

all these enumerations that I have stated
I promise thee with all my heart
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
 
But thou cannot have my Tapioca

Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2014


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CHARIOT OF FIRE - a collab with P Callus

CHARIOT OF FIRE I stand in silence and behold the sight, staring in wonder, waiting for thunder. A chariot of fire travels through the night. The white-winged horses gallop in full flight pulling at the reins; flowing are their manes I stand in silence and behold the sight. Where are they going? There’s a shining light leading all the way, so they will not stray. A chariot of fire travels through the night amidst the heaven where in pure delight resides the Master, the sweetest lover, I stand in silence and behold the sight; Blessings whisked to amble slowly with plight; heartbeats race to sway, courage on display. A chariot of fire travels through the night armoured by God’s spirit. They ride like knights fearless from pain; victory, their peak gain. I stand in silence and behold the sight; a chariot of fire travels through the night. ©O.E.Guillermo and P.Callus Written last 5:07 pm, November 17, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014


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Powerless

I look for your magic in the moonlight
Listening for the secrets you will tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I do not know if it is wrong or right
You leave me powerless under your spell
I look for your magic in the moonlight

Take control of me I do not wish to fight
You even mesmorize me with your smell 
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

I wish to fly on your string like a kite
Tethered to you I am secure and well
I look for your magic in the moonlight

So I travel with you into the night
Nothing compares to the stories you tell
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

You my lover with your eyes shining bright
You lifted me up whenever I fell
I look for your magic in the moonlight
I wish for you to be my dream tonight

Anne's favorite poetry form contest.
Be gentle Anne it is my first time trying this form.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013


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Our Eternal Wedding House

Even death could not cause our love to part,
This promise has always sounded so right,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

When they found his body, tears did not start,
Through this strong shock, I continued to fight,
Even death could not cause our love to part.

Stole to his fresh grave with a garden cart,
Our wedding vows I began to recite;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

I dug with fervor, my body did smart,
yet never ceased digging all through the night.
Even death could not cause our love to part.

To our wedding house we arrived, stalwart,
Just as the porch was kissed by morning light;
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

Blue and cold, he remained a work of art, 
From my opened wrists flowed the crimson, bright.
Even death could not cause our love to part,
These words of hope still echo in my heart.

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2011