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Meandering in Piraeus by hansen, jan oskar
Before She Goes Away by Rose, Mystic
Grand Larceny by carmack, rob
Stars Of Beauty Matchless Night by Rose, Mystic
The Moaning Of My Heart by Haight, Sandra
Revolution by Stoner Jr, Robert
''For All Eternity'' by Wings, Broken
Costa Rica by hansen, jan oskar
Pearls of Truth by Lindsey, Catie
My New Bride- by Pinet, Emile

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Where my True Love Lives - A Ballade

Seared upon my soul for ever more
That break of dawn upon a summer morn
As I made my way along that rocky shore
Strewn with remnants from a ragging storm
When through a rising mist of gray - so forlorn
I saw a badly broken sinking ship
With canvas wings of white so sadly torn 
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs

And as that mighty fearless ocean roared 
With salty breezy breath so filled with scorn
I saw it rise up from the ocean floor
Wrapped in a velvet coat so frayed and worn 
A red, red, rose impaled upon a thorn 
Where passion bled like rain from ruby lips 
Upon a vivid memory reborn 
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs 
      
The wind - it whispered - in my ear - Lenore		
As black clouds in the sky began to form		
Into a face I’d never seen before			
With hollow cheeks that endless tears adorned	
That fell in frozen crystal drops so foreign..... 		
Then from those clouds his face began to slip  	
And I cried  the tears of a woman scorned 			
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs		

Lenore, the love he would forever mourn
That from his pen on page in words did drip
As I read his poetry and love was born
There beneath those majestic purple cliffs.


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 Author:  Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
 
Written:  February 28, 2011

A tribute to: Edger Allen Poe and his Lenore

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DREAMER'S SECRETS

Virgin piece of paper
You lay in front of me
Bare, a sleeping beauty
Mesmerized by what I see 

In that moment, captivated
Drawn into your light
I'll cover you with passion
Long into the night
You'll give this dreamer's secrets.. sight

I gently touch your canvas
Let lover's feelings flow
You give every indication 
That tonight you'll let it go

And I am filled with wonder
Of all that we could be
Amazed that you weren't taken
Lost in this serendipity
When this night is over
Oh forever, it'll be you and me

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

And what we birth in secret
Tomorrow will be so clear
Spread across your sheet
Love's expression without fear

So remember every moment
How I mused over you
Together we created
A masterpiece to view
You've made this dreamer's secrets.. true

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

Perspective: The Poet Pen's RELATIONSHIP with Paper

Contest: Regina Riddle's "relationships" 
Date: 7-25-14

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Pearls of Truth

It happened in the Spring when it's petals began to unfurl
there blossomed a rose from within the depths of me
in muscle, bone and flesh encased, like an oyster hides a pearl
the truth made so apparent even a blind man could see
the lies that I conjured to protect the little me
the denial, the excuses to protect my brittle pride
and none more surprised than I who could not see
the truth was hiding deep inside.

He always acknowledged my efforts, and cheered me on
each sunrise found him right there with me
yet in his company I made him feel I was put upon
I had no time to give and what I had would not be free.
I hurt him deeply as he had hurt me
and our conversation soon became snide
I was a childish little girl screaming i was free
but the truth was hiding deep inside.

Now, in my mind there's a knock on the door
first love speaks of melancholy and disturbing memories
there's always some laughter, and smiles galore
traversing back in time when youth was wild and carefree.
There's a second knock upon my door
and He is standing right in front of me,
I threw my arms around him and kissed him until we cried
the love that I felt was incomparable in degree
because the truth had been hiding inside.

"Am I woman enough yet?" the words escaped me
Wide open and undyed
filled with truth ~ I NEED you near me
I found the truth that was hiding inside.

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All Things Beautiful

Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace,
Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate,
Guided by trust to my lovers embrace,
Pouring my heart into leaves as they bate
Wind into dancing as feet hesitate,
Just long enough to find rhythm, I trace
Patterns in air as the pollen creates -
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Sky paints a picture for moon in dark space,
Vast driven oceans of life demonstrate
Love for the mountainous deserts displaced,
Each born anew, by the wind to its fate -
Seamless infinity’s natural state,
Is seeing your eyes on another’s kind face
And Finding forgiveness for those who breed hate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace

Out in the sun as light seeks out its place,
Faith comes to breathe as it encapsulates
Bodies of men where his truth is encased,
Dreamers whose dreams become true and innate,
Their journey is hard but rewarding and great
Where love can be found but cannot be replaced
And words that when written just right captivate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Each breath I breathe makes me appreciate
How beautiful life is, how rich and how chaste -
Nature’s perfection is light incarnate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...


copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008

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Don't Let Go

If you take my hand and don't let go
There's a side of life I want to show
You've suffered a little, that I know
But I also know you have a beautiful smile.
You have a loving family, they look your way
A God that knows just what to say
And I, I promise I'll always stay
Even though I'll be gone awhile.

Your past and shadows may haunt you
I have reason to think they still do
You say it's hopeless, I say it's not true
You just need to remember where to trod.
You know from experience where light will dwell
And when things just are not going well
Bruised and broken after you fell
Rise to your knees and pray to God.

Through thick and thin He'll help you through
When you don't know just what to do
I want the light to follow you
So others may know where to go.
And every day you don't win the fight
When things just are not going right
You have learned to follow the light
And I've watched as you've begun to glow.

If you take my hand and don't let go
There are places of light that I know
We'll go and stay, rise high from so low
With our Father's help, we'll find our way
He loves you so much, and that is why
You learn in struggles; and when you cry
Remember it's strength that lifts you high
From the shadows of yesterday.

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Revolution

Divine, born Royal, grace of god do reign,          
each rightful heir to throne, born high, pure bred.      
King to son linage an unbroken vein,                
through the king, in gods will, the countries led.      
Oh, gracious is life in the royal bed,     
as peasants bow, bent knee, in royal fear.    
Fair folk who fail will surely be most dead,   
they do cry for their freedom, can’t you hear,
they do cry; can’t you hear. 

High lords draw laws to further their wealth’s gain,   
poor peasant children rarely have days bread.   
The wealthy have no eye to hungers pain,    
disease, starvation, bury hapless dead.       
In furs and fine silks for the rich, their stead,   
of leather and coarse spun for poor held dear.  
The richest royals are continued dread,   
they do cry for their freedom, can’t you hear, 
they do cry; can’t you hear. 

High vice, corruption, an unholy stain,
far too much peasant blood has now been shed.  
Lack of concern will ever increase strain,
revolt the peoples call, this message spread.  
Church warnings are cast off by the crowned head,  
demands raised, people’s voices will be clear.
The need, streets covered in blood, royal red,
they do cry for their freedom, can’t you hear,
they do cry; can’t you hear. 
  
Prince, now revolt, the royals should have fled,
the lords have nowhere to seek in their fear.
The headsman’s ax works for all to behead,
they do cry for their freedom, can’t you hear,
they do cry; can’t you hear. 
 

4/9/15
Form: Ballade
Iambic Pentameter- Syllable count - 10
Iambic Trimeter- Final refrain syllable count – 6
Rhyme scheme: ABABBCBCC-ABABBCBCC-ABABBCBCC-BCBCC
Ballade form has been altered with an additional Refrain verse in all stanzas


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Oh, what a feeling in me

Oh, what a feeling in me.

Oh, what a feeling in me
To be, on this wonderful day
I’m here on this beautiful morning
I’m alive in a beautiful way
I’m hearing these birds all around me
Just singing a love song for me
It’s a wonderful, beautiful morning
By this river that captivates me.

It be five o clock in the morning
In the joy of this beautiful day
The kookaburra how he be laughing
In such a magnificent way
I think that he knows I am happy
This bird he is laughing for me
Oh, here in this countryside morning
I am filled with such sweet mystery.

The river gets into my being
As I sit here alone in the dawn
It’s wonderful, beautiful feeling
I feel like I’m being reborn
Oh what a sweet combination
All this morning, and nature, and me
I’m in love on this wonderful morning
Just me and this sweet mystery.

26 January 2014 @ 1155hrs.


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Blessed Be

Lady, weave Your circle tight
With a web of living light 
Earth and Air and Fire and Water
Bind us to you.


MacDermot, the Prince of Coolavin came
to Connachta a fair maiden to win,
as the maypole rose a redhead proclaimed, 
that to marry him, her heart was aflame; 
so life comes again with a slow spin.
The pole is lifted and she beribbons him;
merry as their red and white ribbons crossed
wedded like wefts in the weave of the Lord's skein.
MacDermot the Prince was right chivalrous.

How the town folk of Sligo laughed and danced 
each youthful suitor had bells on their shoes.
Eight at a time the couples round pranced 
every Da's hoped his daughter to loose.
But, Meg the red had a mind to seduce,
and the Prince, well the Prince, was Goddess crossed.
Meg's lips were wine and he had but those two;
MacDermot the Prince was right chivalrous.

White for the virgin each Goddess blessed
red for the God of the green woods so old
green ribbons the forest, gold's sun's tressed 
all twirl round the royal wreath topped Maypole.
Blessed is the tree, with honors foretold 
as maids and masters their ribbons criss-crossed 
while the Prince MacDermot held Meg; they strolled.
MacDermot the Prince was right chivalrous.

The Rune Inguz was read, they blessed all holds
and the grand green hills were bereft of frost
for spring was here and their vows were told.
MacDermot the Prince was right chivalrous.







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The Distant Flame

A paramount flame enraptures to rule,
unearthing the spicy array of my senses,
the reverie of Spring cautiously subdued,
a syncopated beat, three steps beyond pretentious.
Longing for that vision seen only in glimpses,
beyond the tide of what is still becoming real,
as passion burns its slow decay upon my defenses,
Baby, you make me feel!

I close my eyes to a thousand stars,
on a velvet curtain of the night,
and the Braille pathways of my heart,
submerge discreetly into your river of light.
I become caught and raptured in utter delight,
throwing open the soul of all that is real,
as your image dominates my inner sight,
Baby, you make me feel!

Blowing holes through the canopy of night,
touching your lips, meeting your gaze,
stormy passions toss apprehension aside,
restless abandon ventures beyond the haze.
Violet, in subjection to your silky ways,
smokey, the thoughts that make time stand still,
wistful and fervent this fire flames,
Baby, you make me feel!

As distant, sultry fires tax us,
two single spokes on an ever spinning wheel,
the Earth resumes spinning on it's axis,
but Baby, you make me feel!

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Sossled

Sossled I wandered as lonely as a dog, Me pantaloons were full of frogs Slurping suds while on the grog, Dog paddling with the ducks, I thought I knew her lovely face, Got cuddling with Aunty Grace mascara was every place, me swimming togs got stuck, a rooster crowed up in the church, cuckoo clock was in reverse, I could think of nothing worse, When incest, comes a riding?
18-sep-11 Nancy Jones Contest Name Make me Laugh

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The Moaning Of My Heart


*The Moaning Of My Heart


I laid my heart upon your grave
That winter day when trees were bare;
Their withered leaves fell down to brave
The chill of winter death and share
With you the frozen ground and air.
Cold tears of rain helped to impart
The gloom, as prayer some comfort gave…
But oh, the moaning of my heart.

I plucked a crimson rose that lay
Upon your grave as rain fell down
And joined my tears that solemn day.
I held it to my heart to drown
My hurt, then slowly turned around
To numbly make my way to part
And join with loved ones home to pray…
But oh, the moaning of my heart.

Then April came on quiet feet
To wake the trees with budding bloom.
Thawed ground gave birth, in Springtime heat,
To grass that hid the ashen gloom.
Now stung to life by Springtime’s womb,
The golden youth of Earth gives start
To find new hope, new season greet… 
But oh, the moaning of my heart.

I stand in shadow of death's sting;
Oh Dad, why did you have to part?
Help me to heal with reborn Spring…
But, oh, the moaning of my heart.

April 10, 2015
  
Contest: Not Your Average Ballade
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey

The change I made is that I did not carry the recurring rhyme throughout.  Each
Stanza has its own rhyme. However, the third to the last line of each stanza rhymes with the refrain. ababbcac  dedeecdc  fgfggcfc  gcgc

*My Dad's passing was not recent, but a few years ago.  I wrote this poem about how I felt that day.  However, I still miss him very much.


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''For All Eternity''

 
The rain the rain is falling down, in sleep His tomb is wet, so dark the stone, so cold And words are deep engraved, I weep and weep In stone the man I love, his death foretold I will love him for all time blissfully He calls in death he calls, his voice ice-cold This heart is yours for all eternity In the dark I hear his murmurs, he calls His tomb is wet, so dark the stone, so cold He lays beneath the soil and the sun falls He haunts my days and nights, my hand he holds My dark angel that will never get old A voice, a whisper, calling to me darkly In dreams he beckons from beyond so bold This heart is yours for all eternity I open the old gate, the rain drizzles His tomb is wet, so dark, the stone so cold The wind takes my long hair, the trees tremble I fear my love who will never get old I feel his wings fall over me ice-cold Kissing his dead lips so sweet and deeply His breath freezing, I weep for love untold This heart is yours for all eternity My tomb is wet, so dark the stone, so cold Do not weep for I am here endlessly I will never release you from my hold This heart is yours for all eternity _____________________________ April 8, 2015 Ballade Theme - Dark Love Tweek - Two Refrains, B refrain on line 2 of each stanza and line one of Envoi along with required C refrain on line 8 of each stanza and last line of refrain For the contest, Not Your Average Ballade, sponsor Catie Lindsay

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Stars Of Beauty Matchless Night

The red barn smiles with stately charm 
he’s background beauty for the stars 
that twinkle in the sky ajar  
is mine, if I could reach that far.
I lay upon the hilltop site 
to stare above my head and watch 
the blinking of their brightly light 
a velvet night of ebony. 
Stars of beauty,        matchless night       

The cows are mooing in the barn,
the piglet sleeps the stallion  steed  
is still a sight amongst his breed  
while I doe-eyed release the creed.
Two tired hands reach out with glee  
to try and touch the twinkling gems 
while I in faded dungarees
just sit and long to touch God’s hem
Stars of beauty,       matchless night 

The red barn sleeps inside my farm 
by cocoricos of a rooster’s alarm 
while I gaze up to stars of light 
Stars of beauty,      match the night 

April 12, 2015


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Grand Larceny

What’s it take for women to hate
their first born so long and so cold?
Sly smiles as he choked on the bait.
You sat in that one church so bold,
Blind and deaf to Love’s story told.
Among serpents in pews hearts won,
you died unbroken, mute and sold,
in how you treated your own son.

A father’s heart chipped out of slate.
Your measure given is twofold,
to regret forever too late,
brimstones are all that’s left to hold.
Your neglect was poured and it rolled
eighty-three years under the sun.
The Great White Throne decree behold,
in how you treated your own son.

How his innocence you both ate,
An orphan made in constant scold.
No mercy in your ways or fate.
In Matthew you read he foretold,  
hypocrite’s wages to be tolled .
The grave’s sleep keeps remorse undone,
your legacy as I grow old,
in how you treated your own son.

If I am to breathe Heaven’s air,
your first grandson, when life is done,
I don’t expect to see you there,
in how you treated your own son.

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Contest: Not Your Average Ballade
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
04.15.14

My change is my rhyme scheme :  'ababbcbC ababbcbC ababbcbC dcdC' 

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Moon and Sun

Although we meet the dying day Our sun ensconced in melting blue The moon’s held high to swing and sway Her light may sprinkle, softest hue No other reason but for you There’s a time when all stars must go When the sky can hold only two And that is when my love will grow. One night, the whitest white will stray Snowflakes sticking to dying rue The sun may flash its final ray But after that, the golden’s through And once again the night is new We’ll let the winters beauty show The fireplace our burning cue And that is when my love will grow. There is a time in early May When flowers bloom and spring is new Then laughter shakes as children play Shrieking with fun that’s over-due Who could cry today, guess a few. . . I’ve felt the sunshine’s warmest glow One day I’ll feel your warmest, too And that is when my love will grow. When sunshine fades, moon glows anew; And when she dips once more, he’ll go And when they’re in the sky, just two- And that is when my love will grow.

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Karma

Karma


Thousands left their shells behind
As Planet Earth rebelled
Against the ways of human kind
Who in their greed have dwelled
With logic gone they rip asunder
Our lovely planet Earth
Digging holes ten miles deep
And taking all it’s worth.

They blow up bombs beneath our oceans
What foolishness is this???
That human beings have earned some Karma
It cannot be dismissed.
Now the sea has taken all those folk
In its salty cool embrace.
The hand of fate, she looks on down
With vengeance on her face.

She says “Mankind you never learn
So I make your poor lives tough
Then you might treat Earth with respect
For me, I’ve had enough”
So, many die in agony
For the weight of mankind’s sins
As our Planet, cracked and torn asunder
Sends out its mighty din.

As a man once sang some years ago
When will we ever learn?
When will we learn that when one acts
Then Karma one must earn.
There have been so many warnings
By wise men through the years
So now we reap just what we’ve sown
And swim within our tears.

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Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004

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Being you

Being you

Accept yourself
That’s all that I can say
Let your inner voice tell you
The way to live your day
Do not be hard upon yourself
That never did no good
Just be happy, never worry
It’s foolish that one should.

Love yourself
Cause you’re a ‘one off’ too
No one else can play your part
Nobody can be you
It’s a lovely world we live in
Let it seep into your soul
Then when you feel at one with life
Twill get you feeling whole.

Most people call me crazy
But I love being me
I do not care what others think
I only like to be
To be this way, it is my right
A gift sent down by fate
I’m so I’m happy being me
Each day to me is great.

14 August 2013 @ 1410hrs.



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I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs

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Walking by the ocean

The ocean

I used to live beside the sea
It was not long ago
A footpath went along the beach
One could walk, and watch the show
As the ocean played its song of love
And the seagulls made much din
It was a lovely place to go
As each day, it did begin.

I loved it in the morning times
When the moon was big and round
It seemed to rest upon horizon
Such joy I often found
Admiring me, this yellow orb
That seemed so very huge
And as I’d walk, within my dreams
I’d often take refuge.

Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too
And watch the sun go down
As the sky would turn to marmalade
And it seemed this Sphere would drown
As the ocean swallowed it all up
And the night came creeping in
And seagulls sang there evening songs
How I loved their noisy din.

There’s something about the mighty ocean
That makes me want to write
The seaweed and the salty breeze
Give me such sweet delight
I love the rivers, love the lakes
And yet the wild, wild sea
It has a treasure of it’s own
That just calls out to me.

5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.

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Irony Abounds

On an unsinkable ship’s maiden voyage it sinks
The pastor who preaches against alcohol drinks
One’s surrounded by people yet remains all alone
Confessing our sins to another sinner atones
A nation’s chief tax czar who cheats on his taxes
An animal lover hunts deer to relax
Sing praise and kill humans in the name of a God
Destroy enemies for a lasting peace we applaud.

The lifeguard fearing water who remains on dry land
American football is played with the hands
A high school track coach who's morbidly obese
The steakhouse that's owned by a vegan
A priest preaching sermons on love is a pedophile
Repeat charity builds dependence over time
Nations war against drugs while beer they endorse
Adolf Hitler’s grandmother was Jewish.

by:  Michael Wegman
date:  March 21, 2014
motif:  Philosophical

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As night draws near

As night draws near

Gleaming in the silence
And the brightness of the sun
The trees beside the river
Are dancing, every one
Upon this cooling evening breeze
I’m lost in all of this
As river does reflect the all
My heart is filled with bliss.

Ravens flying overhead
They fill the silent air
With throaty caws, of loneliness
Their songs fills everywhere
With the breath of evening mystery
To herald the dusk in
As day does fade to darkness
The evening song begins.

I’m lost within the sweetness of
The dusks sweet, silent song
I think that it be in this darkness
That my soul does belong.

Bird songs come, then fade away
To be lost within the stillness
As darkness comes to fill the air
With the sweetness of it’s breath
In the depths of sweet serenity
The spirits come to play
And all the nymphs and fairy folk
Do dance the night away

31 October 2013 @ 0514hrs.


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Fifteen tiny Swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows
All perched upon a fence
Oh what handsome fellows
But here, let me commence
To speak of all their beauty
These tiny little birds
All black and cream with a reddish throat
Oh how my heart they stirred

A lady walking with her dog
Disturbed these little guys
So from the fence these birds take wing
And head towards the skies
It seems that they are dancing
In the way they fly around
 They always seem to fly in circles 
And nearly touch the ground.

I walk around these wetlands
And wonder at it all
Everyday it’s something else
And it’s all so beautiful
Ducks and swallows, parrots too
And the beauty of the lake
I love to walk there most of all
At the coming of the daybreak.

16 August 2013 @ 1510hrs.




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Men of shame

Men of Shame

There’s a kind of sickness going round
That makes man act cruel.
He lives in a sordid little world
Creating his own rules.
Ruling with an iron fist
Cause power be his thing
Because his minds is very small
Such misery he brings.

His women have no rights at all
For they be mere possessions.
This ugly kind of human being
Has failed he all those lessons
That teach to act with decency
And treat a woman well
This evil man he treads a path
That leads him straight to Hell

His lady shrivels up so all
As he breeds within her fear.
He’ll raise his fist to bully her
Then say he holds her dear.
She doesn’t know just where to turn
She is caught within his trap
As he treats her like the enemy
And makes her life like crap.

Now when I meet a man like this
I look at all his shame
I don’t care about his childhood
It’s only he to blame.
He takes a Goddess, stops her flow
And bends her to his will
This man is such an evil beast
Maybe, he’ll even kill.

Written in 2003.

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A LOVER WITH GENTLE HANDS

Lover, touch her with a gentleness
which maker her quiver with passion;
when whispered words matter,
a delightful thought can enlighten
her sublime smile lost in happiness,
what else will she desires more than love?
Inside the fire is unquenchable,
and the joy is unsurmountable:
when it is started and given
by a lover with gentle hands;
a lover whose trust in her is pure!

In that meadow where wild flowers
are a dazzling red and invite fragile butterflies,
the waving grass of the fragrant hill
turns a solar yellow in extreme heat...
as two lovers  weave amazing dreams
by the shade of a willow tree;
and who knows this season better than they?

Lover with gentle hands,
never take those hands away;
keep caressing her, never pretend; 
and whenever she asks for another kiss:
be generous and make her delirious...
as the  southern wind brings
another fragrance of distant memories
that a forgetful lover leaves behind!

Even this memorable day is coming to its end,
and the kisses intensify as you wish for stars...
chasing away the scarlet sunset with impatient eyes;
and she gladly expresses that intense imotion,
never refusing, ever obedient and silently
she lets every sense be taken by imagination...
only feeling the gentle hands of a lover, who demands
nothing more than faithfulness and generosity!