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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.

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

A tribute to: Edger Allen Poe and his Lenore

Copyright © Elaine George

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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

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds

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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.

Copyright © Juli- Michelle

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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.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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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.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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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.

© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved
~2nd Place~
Contest: Not Your Average Ballade
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Judged: 05/09/2015

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.


Copyright © Sandra Haight

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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 Tenth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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MERGED IN SURRENDER Kiss me quiet under the rain~ skips and pounds, awash the tears and pain fevering my anguish, with the July moon to stir my slothful frown, wide-skirted trees swing demure on the breeze their cyclic sops and bows-- a dancing clown. Our hands clasp to spins and turns on that wet ground, tango to loves groove, we are pleased to tease as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength. The air touched by purple lilac blossoms caress-- it velvety flirt tickling our pact distress. Our hungered bodies beseech on nightly bounds in a ballroom beseem for loving grounds. From lips tiptoeing on skin, so easy they appease, to strokes flavoured by glows of summer reprise, slow to fast moves wings a-twitter heated degrees as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength. Among the years where there's whispers that seize, experience match our heartbeats on impermeable squeeze and if tension snaps on daylight and nightfall sound in search of essences where rubbles or debris abounds... In the absence of solution, should we stop to care? Ah! Let crisp leaves of autumn display our memories, cherish the days when February sings Spring: our promise as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength. Hearken thoughts and hearts merged in surrender, the shaped images and forms impress the depths, our love root a seed echoing the song of forever as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength. __________________________________________________ ***The first three stanza didn't follow definite rhyme format but the rhymes are retained as much as possible on each stanza except the last one, the envoy is rhymed with. Sponsor Catie Lindsey Contest Name Not Your Average Ballade Placed 7th... O.E. Guillermo 9:53 pm. April 21, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Written in the Friendship Creed

Life is like an island
Surrounded by people
Just as water surrounds the land
Sometimes still or confrontational
Making life controversial
Though you feel thoroughly pleased
When all is quiet and non participle
This is written in the friendship creed

Friends carry you through life
With you good times or when you decide
you need their help, throughout the strife
Quietly waiting by your side,
with advice,  you can take or leave aside.
A smile , a hug, always there when you need
Sharing your joys and grief, cry when you cried
This is written in the friendship creed

People we meet along life's path
Make an impression on how we live
Taking care of the future of Mother Earth
leaving a history for the next generation to revive
With futuristic dreams of which planet to live
the wonders of how the future will succeed
Life no longer an island, with friends you survive
This is written in the friendship creed

Linked together makes life flow
Love, life and friendship  is what we need
The future is rosy because we know
This is written in the friendship creed

Changed the rhyme on each stanza 
Linked life, friends, future together.

Penned 18 April 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.

Contest: Not Your Average Ballade
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey

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

Copyright © rob carmack

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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

Copyright © DON JOHNSON

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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

Copyright © Mystic Rose

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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.

Copyright © Dana Smith

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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

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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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.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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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.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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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

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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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.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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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 sins to another, our sins get atoned?

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?
Destroying our enemies, lasting peace we applaud?

The lifeguard fearing water, who remains on dry land.
American foot...ball, 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!

Copyright © Michael Wegman

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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.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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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.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Lest we Forget the Horses

When the world practises Tao,
horses fertilize the fields.
When the world ignores Tao,
horses are bred for war.
The Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu 

 Lest We Forget the Horses

Time speaks of history 
a vast and empty sadness 
washes over me 
watching old newsreels 
Highstepping horses, 
gentle eyes transformed in fear 
valiantly charging
under men that could not yield

Amid the noise of cannons
their beauty- gently haunting
Spirited, obedient, valiant
they charge over the
death-filled  battle-field 

Now the faded image shows
a glory past and gone
Yet we must remember them
And how their courage shone

Sides flecked with foam, obedient spirits,
so far from home, hoofbeats pound, 
crested necks, high dancing steps, 
with jingling bridles they rush as one, 
hearts bursting, falling in their stride,
somehow they know how desperate
 is this final, fatal charge

Faded film of ages gone
Lest we forget the horses
or the majesty of them
Lest we forget them
or the men who spurred them on 

In solemn re-enactment
we must remember them.

 Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney

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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.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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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!   

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.

Copyright © Peter Duggan