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The Swan

The Swan 

Near feathers in the wind.
I stare as she slowly drifts into the shadows of yesterday. 
She is not me
She is not you!

A theme, like morning upon a crystal view.
She is of the wind
She is of the sun
She is the moon
She is the magic in your eyes.

Tonight she sits on the calm waters of your reflection.
Tonight she makes love to you.
Tonight she listens and counts the rhythm in your heartbeat.
She is a thief and steals every single breath from your body and soul...
And Still -
She is the night air 
She is the tranquil sound
She is perfect
She is mighty in your eyes.

You are the oceans
In you, she swims with trust.
You hold on to the tides, 
You keep her feathers dry and warm.
You stray her away from the sadness in a lost dance.
The aches under her wings belong to the shade in your heart.
That is why-
She is the grace
She is the smile
She is the fire
She is everything in your eyes.

Graceful feathers in the wind.
The dream of dreams
She might be me!
She might be you!
"Till Death Do We Part."

“The Swan”
-the symbol of everlasting love-

By;pd


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I Tried To Say







                                   On a cloud I wrote - I love you
                                       But the cloud blew away
                                    On a tree I wrote - I love you
                                  But someone cut down the tree
                          In the sand on the beach I wrote - I love you
                                 But the waves wiped them away
                                 In the wind, I cried - I love you
                      But the wind was too strong and no one could hear
                               In a small letter I wrote - I love you
                             But I never posted it - it was never sent
                                      But you know - I love you
                                    and my heart belongs to you




19.02.2013
A-L Andresen :)


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And This Rain

And This Rain

Your verse became a misty trip to distant links
maybe the reason of sun's dodging was false,
affection left behind the borderlines and brinks
reminds of your ethereal, betrothal pulse.

Our time is still, with eyes to shine, conceived,
so is your company, outside my car to stray,
a fog rescinds while slowly falls, two souls bereaved,
the arbor trees in dusky light, remote sway.

The nightly breeze becomes your touch upon my face,
conducts unknown my course to steady effuse,
our steadfast floats upon the brines that dreams encase,
a summer song of longing stills and souls' bemuse.

How many sentiments a railroad trip ascribes
beyond horizon's borderlines and faded strings,
caressing touch of fingertips by airy brides,
- your Sunday advent will become a bird that sings.

Perchance you are bending softly on my scriptures,
inside a car of an expatriating train,
while I recall on Storrow Drive, your nightly features,
- as we have missed our dreamy summer and this rain.

© 10/9/2011, G. Venetopoulos All rights reseved


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- Just A Kiss -


                            

                                                 A small miracle
                                      When you kiss my lips tenderly
                                        my heart feels like a volcano
                                  The earth spins around like a carousel
                                     ........

                                            .......

                                                   ........
                                                  
                                                            ....... Kiss me one more time





09.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)








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A Rose In The Heather.

So still and beautiful lays the rose in the heather,
Lifeless and dying, given to bring you happiness,
So fragile is this rose laying in heather,
Slowly withering and drying, crumbling to a powder,
I look at you and see this rose ever fading,
Once growing, living, accenting its surroundings,
But now gone, plucked from the bush by one mans lust,
I could never compare you to this rose laying in the heather,
For your beauty surpasses its own,

So still and beautiful lays this rose in the heather,
Now dried cracking and dead, stored in a book to bring memories,
So weak and faded is this rose in yellowing heather,
Slowly falling apart as you touch the fragile petals,
I look at you and remember the flower when it faded,
That germinated and grew where I had sown its seed,
Now gone, plucked from the ground by one mans hope,
I would never compare you to this old heather and roses,
For its life was surpassed by yours,

Now I tell you I love you with cellophaned roses in heather,
Draining lifeless this dying confession of my dreaming,
This rose is more fragile then the first had I gave you,
But I could’t approach, my courage eroding at your sight,
I look at you now and see the love I sought inward,
Once alive and growing but only within lost confines of myself,
But never quite gone I hold this consuming fire close inside,
I could never combine your world with mine,
You always looked passed never noticing me,

Now I open my book that holds the first rose, wishing I gave it for the sake of 
chance,
Instead I hold a created memory that never came passing, 
That never could I fear,
I hold tight to the lie that through wonted silence I painted,     
But that chance for your love died with the first rose wrapped in heather.


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- Take My Hand -



   It is through joy future should be measured
   Love's temple will be built as a warm nest
   He stretches out his hand and touches her lightly
   A hand can be a silent prayer for love
   The hand can often say more than a mouthful of words can say
   "Softer than the summer wind - his loving hand" she whispered tenderly
   Hold her by the hand ... do not let go
   Merging hands together in everlasting love
   A warm and tender hand ... a hand giving and do not require
   Take her heart in your hands ... know the strength and vibration of love
   Her life is in your hands ... forever she will stay with you
   Put an eternity ring on her finger ... Shaking hands with joy
   From that day they always go Hand in Hand
   Two, we must be to build the temple of love






Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: WITH THESE HANDS
Deadline 1/12/2014 12:00:00 AM
VISUAL # 1


18.12.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


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In This Moment, Tonight

 

In tune with this familiar vibe, let’s wonder how it might be
Across the room our eyes will meet, a set of four
In a place setting reserved for two, captivated
Our everyday routines and thoughts will speak
Through the eyes, uninhibited, grooving in the same skin

Once upon a raging fire we’ll celebrate
The memory of that zing thing, we'll watch as it
Circles slowly into softer flames, flickering
Well-suited as old comfortable shoes
And continue enveloped in life's mystical sound

More sensible, aware of the need to be inward
Or outward at different times, we'll find pleasure
In being tired wild things, slowing down in our swings
If it breaks and cracks we’ll pledge not to notice

So, just for the sake of thinking that it might not last
Before it’s even begun, let’s just wish upon hope
Until we meet, and vow to be good to each other
In this moment, tonight


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Ecstasy's Peak

Gazing into your eyes as you slip between my thighs
Wrapping myself around your joy, I can feel your nature rise.
 
Our bodies moving in sync, slowly swirling my hips
You caressing my love with your finger tips
 
Tasting your sweet skin, I feel you throbbing within
In a state of nirvana, were lost in heavenly sin
 
Dripping in sweat I’m softly kissing your neck
Gently clutching my breast, and I’m so soaking wet
  
Calling, your name out, the soft erotic sounds
Gratifying moans and groans, they become my silent shouts
 
Softly biting my lips; I try to quiet the cries
 Your Ecstasy playing and swaying, I feel it growing inside
  
Succumb to my pleasure, lose all self-control
Release the lust you hold inside, just let it all flow
 
A continuous climax, my composure disappears
A spell that is euphoric, trying to hold back the tears
 
Climbing ecstasy’s peak, you smoothly taking your time
There’s no need to rush, we have the rest of our lives.


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Kiss the Rain

I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain

Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain

Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain

Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain

If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain



* Power or Force


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An Ode to the Angel of Death

What manner of an angel be
my love, who standeth here?
Such beauty did I never see
in any Earthly year.
What mighty magic has she cast
to make me love her so,
that if I should for aeons last,
still with her I shall go?
What wonders lay beneath her breast
and weigh my heart like stones?
These eyes of mine did never rest
on any sweeter bones.
What better end have I to meet
than ‘fore my Lady break me
to lift me in her embrace sweet
and to her darkness take me?


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