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September

"September, beautiful month of my birth, is nigh, but I cannot feel glad." September, drifting in with glow of moon, you stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon. Your breath grows cool. You’ll blow and loosen leaves. The hills and woodlands will reflect new hues. You stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In Autumn’s chill, the colors are a ruse. For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. The hills and woodlands then reflect new hues. Though warmth may linger through your final days, old Sun is waning, yet he still seems strong! For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. September, you’re a melancholy song. Though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk! Old sun is waning, yet he still seems strong. October looms. . . Your ending will be brusque. September, drifting in with glow of moon, though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon. N/A in the "A Poem that you Enjoyed" Contest judged Sept. 17, 2016 Now used for Broken Wing's Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Without Hope's Gleam

The flower that is given little light tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive - then fades away like dusk into the night. The soul who struggles just to stay alive - much like the flower wilting in the dark - tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive. How can a fire be lit if there’s no spark? Without hope’s gleam, the soul will waste away - much like the flower wilting in the dark. This is the plight of one whose world is grey: Though others say a paradise exists - without hopes gleam, the soul will waste away. A man upon this earth who tastes no bliss is like a soul brought low who droops his head though others say a paradise exists. How sad that someone rather would be dead! The flower that is given little light is like a soul brought low who droops his head, then fades away . . . like dusk into the night. Written 11/15/12 For the "Hope" Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish and now for the contest of Nathan A


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Rising Within Your Pages

I take for granted all that I can do
Thinking that what I have has all been earned
Instead I should be so thankful to You

A spirit of pride is one that is learned
I start to believe the things that are said
Thinking that what I have has all been earned

Within my heart I begin to be led
Rising within the pages of Your Word
I start to believe the things that are said

I learn to fly on the wings of a bird
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom
Rising within the pages of Your Word

I no longer doubt your Kingdom will come
Without your Love I will never know Peace
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom

Within the Heavens praises never cease
Without Your Love I will never know Peace
I take for granted all that I can do
Instead I should be so thankful to you


Any poem #4 Contest.

Sponsored by Nathan A.

Written March 7th 2014


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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The Teetotaler

In Ordinary Cups

The blades of winter grind into the ice
like blood on a bitten lip
two lovers spin and twirl
The days pass from teacup to teacup
in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest.
From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white
to the subtle fall of accordion night.

The echoes of childish laughter tremble
across the cracked surface of plaster walls.
Random squeaks in oaken floors return 
the footfall of father, coming and going.

Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet
dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease,
and every loved and loving one returns
in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips
upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.

11/9/10

Re-formed for Roy the Verse BELOW

The Teetotaler

The blades of winter grind into the ice, flirting
with the rosy cheek of puppy love, snow-crusted mittens
cling, like chapped skin on bitten lips; scarfs twirl; they spin.

As steam rises from the cup, reminisce, the first kiss,
across swamp-grass hummocks, rotten ice, lace tripping
with the rosy cheek of puppy love; snow crusted mittens

cling. Black hair, fair skin, Irish-eyed, he cajoles a grin.
In the steam, not the leaves, she remembers him
across swamp-grass hummocks, rotten ice, lace tripping;

they spin. Assam seeps in porcelain, another cup
she pours. In an empty nest the cup clinks saucer,
in the steam, not the leaves, she remembers him.

From sunrise through fall of white, she sees the mist
falling accordion-like into chinks of memory.  
She pours. In an empty nest, the cup clinks saucer.

The recollections of youthful laughter cut, tremble,
across the cracked surfaces of her mind's walls
falling accordion-like into chinks of memory. 

Random squeaks in the oaken floors recall returns, 
these images mist swirl from the tea-of family,
across the cracked surfaces of her mind's walls.

A long lost cat walks shrouded through silent the scene 
in peace, they rest beneath her tapping fingertips
these images mist-swirl from the tea-of family,

Every loved and loving one returns mist-born
within a porcelain cup of tea from China;
in peace, they rest beneath her tapping fingertips.

3/21/15


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015

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True Hearts Beating

Where will I be twenty years from today?
The World is moving at such a fast pace.
Will I still look at love the same way?

Will I be able to look at your face?
That is my heart's greatest desire.
The World is moving at such a fast pace.

Now when I'm with you my heart is on fire.
I wish for my soul to still burn for you.
That is my heart's greatest desire.

My eyes may grow dimmer I know that's true.
A love so beautiful will never fade.
I wish for my soul to still burn for you.

Even if my body to death is laid.
That will never stop my true heart's beating
A love so beautiful will never fade.

The world may be fast sometimes defeating.
That will never stop my true hearts beating.
Where will I be twenty years from today?
I'll still be looking at love the same way!

Valentines Contest


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2012

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Where lilies grow

 Zephyrus, the god of the wind from the west
 Gently blows where the lily grows
 He is springtimes's welcome guest

 In early summer he whispers to the rose
 As she sways in his warm caress
 He gently blows where the lily  grows

   The winds of *Notus  may give her stress
 For he brings the summer storms
 But she'll  sway in Zephyrus's  warm  caress

 The winds of  *Boreas are never warm
 He brings the cold winds of winter
 While Notus brings the summer storms

 Icicles on window sills begin to splinter
 As the winds of Boreas make us shiver
 He brings the cold winds of winter

 His icy breath is upon the rivers
 With gusts that never seem to  rest 
 The winds of Boreas make us shiver
 But Zephyrus is sprigtime's welcome guest
                                ----  
   12/11/2014

 *Notus -  The Greek  god of the south wind
  *Boreas -  The Greek   god of the North wind and the bringer of winter
                                             ----
 Source - Wikipedia

 
 
 

 

 


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014

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THE SONG OF WISDOM

Upon the wind I hear her whispered song
she says “Come to me” with such urgency
I listen now as I’ve been all lifelong.

I turn to look, straining my eyes to see
just like a child who knows his mother’s voice
she says “Come to me” with such urgency.

This Lady who is not everyone’s choice
I follow her and choose the road she’s kept
just like a child who knows his mother’s voice.

For those who left her have bitterly wept
with Wisdom I will daily walk in faith
I follow her and choose the road she’s kept.

In quiet times the small voice I await
I will be strong, mild, teachable and kind
with Wisdom I will daily walk in faith.

I’ll heed her call, that I don’t walk like blind
for in the wind I hear her whispered song
I will be strong, mild, teachable and kind
and listen now as I’ve been all lifelong.




*small voice- rhema    

22 June 2015
Villanelles and Terzanelles Only Contest -4th Place
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Awash

The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly 
sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom. 

Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly. 

An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch 
and softens all the jagged edges of the scene
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch.

A collage of layers blends all color in between
each angle decomposing in the rain,
and softens all the jagged edges of the scene.

Within the fog the distant mountain's strain
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green,
each angle decomposing in the rain.

A watercolor tableau where, unforeseen,
the mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
sparkling as they fall, in felted-light they bloom. 



1/4/15





Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015

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A Box of Truth

I bought a box of truth from a peddler down the street,
even though he told me its veracity might sting.
I handed him a stack of bills and asked for a receipt.
 
The box was wrapped in violet silk and tied with silver string.
I gripped the lid with shaking hands and paused with bated breath,    
even though he told me its veracity might sting.
 
The truth inside the box was even uglier than death.
It slapped me with repugnance and assaulted with its stench. 
I gripped the lid with shaking hands and paused with bated breath. 
 
I closed the box in panicked shock and struggled not to blench.
Receipt in hand, I hurried to return the wretched truth.
It slapped me with repugnance and assaulted with its stench.
 
I found that lousy peddler selling boxes from his booth.
He studied me with sympathy and eyed my violet crate.
Receipt in hand, I hurried to return the wretched truth.
 
With fingers clenched in fury and a heart awash with hate,
I bought a box of lies from that peddler down the street.
He studied me with sympathy and eyed my yellow crate.
I handed him a stack of bills and asked for no receipt.


Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

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Cassiopeia

She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.
 
Wrists raw with redness of eternal scars,
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars.
 
Cursed by Poseidon, she'll never be free.
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods,  
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea.

She wallows in shame, so lovely and flawed.
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns,
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods.

Jailed by nighttime, her weary soul mourns,
Weeping for freedom that will never be. 
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns.

Pinned there forever, unable to flee,
She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Weeping for freedom that will never be, 
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.

Five little stars
Represent her fate
Can she see us staring?

*Based on the mythological story of Queen Cassiopeia and her constellation



Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012

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Beneath The Copper Trees

Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown

A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise 

Caressed in beauty, and sun embraced, revealed for me alone
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down

A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet, still she had not flown
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?

Or take a step, in chance my foot could rustle twig or loam?
This stance of wills...intense and poised, a fleeting chance to flee
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet still she had not flown

Eyes made of glass, as windows are, in which the iris tongue
We made no move...each one transfixed, no air in lungs to breathe
So inter-laced, with life force crossed, in universal one
Our spirits twined against the sky, beneath the copper trees


                     
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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She Dreams of Him

Your mind has designed the perfect lover
That sensitive man of your special dreams
You wait for him to rip off the covers

Late night dinning with kisses and moon beams
You are awake and still dreaming of him
That sensitive man of your special dreams

Alone in the night the lights grow dim
Thinking about love and what it all means
You are awake and still dreaming of him

Real life may not always be filled with steam
You try to be thankful but it seems hard
Thinking about love and what it all means

With imagination you play the card
Even though you're aware it isn't real
You try to be thankful but it seems hard

In the end you can't help how you feel
Even though you're aware it isn't real
Your mind has designed the perfect lover
You wait for him to rip off the covers


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Locked in a Jar

Does the one who loves you know who you are?
She needs a real man not just a facade.
Don't keep your heart locked away in a jar.

Not being open she'll think you're a fraud.
She longs to share every part of herself.
She needs a real man not just a facade.

Your heart is out of reach on that old shelf.
Where she can see it but it's out of reach.
She longs to share every part of herself.

But you hold onto her just like a leach.
In the glass jar it looks so very clear.
Where she can see it but it's out of reach.

If you open it what is there to fear?
Are there dark spots you don't want her to see?
In the glass jar it looks so very clear.

Is it that you're afraid that she will flee?
Why won't you reveal every part of you?
Are there dark spots you don't want her to see?

There are some good men, be one of the few.
It's time to reveal every part of you.
Help the one who loves you, know who you are.
Don't keep your heart locked away in a jar.

Modified Terzanelle


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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In Moon's Glow

I’m sailing on a blue sea in moon’s glow. Beyond the horizon my days are kissed with magic; far into the past I go. Walks along a cherry lane! An autumn mist! Reality or just a fantasy? Beyond the horizon my days are kissed. I think I can recall a Hanah Lee. . . on wisps of memory to which I cling. Reality or just a fantasy? What birds of splendor did I once hear sing? I yearn to know again; I slowly drift on wisps of memory to which I cling. Upon a dragon’s tail I wish to lift! Dreams ripple on the waves, and to a land I yearn to know again I slowly drift. To run again with bare feet in white sand! I’m sailing on a blue sea in moon’s glow. Dreams ripple on the waves, and to a land with magic - far into the past I go! the magic moon . . . in moonlight’s absence could fantasy survive? Inspired by the Peter, Paul and Mary song "Puff the Magic Dragon" and the "Terzanelle Fantasy with a Questionku Chaser Poetry Contest" for Skat's Fantasy Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Goodbye Moon Hello Sunshine

Adoring the night skies, tried to reach the moon
Within my universe I spread my thoughts
The inspiration floating through your beautiful noon

My days may be soon gone like a fading fogs 
But not for my night which always lingered by your magical motion
Within my universe I spread my thoughts

The colors of those verses are the rainbow of your creation
Even night might lullaby you too fast by its tender grace
But not for my night which always lingered  by your magical motion

Day is your strength which I borrowed to enlighten my moon in  phrase
Your day may be lingered for greeting my beautiful night
Even night might lullaby you too fast by its tender grace

You may say  bye to your sunshine and hello to my moonlight
Night now begin to caress through your sweet wonderful dream
Your day may be lingered for greeting my beautiful night

Day now is opening my window towards to the memory of your sweet sunbeam
Night now begin to caress through your sweet wonderful dream
Adoring the night skies, tried to reach the moon
The inspiration floating through your beautiful noon

January 11, 2013
Dedicated to sweet Richard Lamoureux who shines my moon through his warmth reflection and wishing him a gorgeous day for his beautiful sunshines


Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2013

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Cracking as Broken Toys

Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries

Trapped within our history, now we play the role of our guile 
The way you speak is like negating the past
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while

Hurting each other became the story of our last
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost
The way you speak is like negating the past

We tired in our drama, we trapped in our anger loft
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost

Standing limp on the ruin of us
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?

Still in the past memory I flew
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Picking  up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries


Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2013

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Warrior Woes

You sit there in your castle all alone
Surrounded by the trinkets of the past
Sometimes a King is shackled to his throne

Sadly the days of glory did not last
You feel the heart of a warrior beat
Surrounded by the trinkets of the past

It seemed the world had been laid at your feet
Now it is your men that go to battle
You feel the heart of a warrior beat

You long once again to feel the saddle
The coursing of blood going through your veins
Now it is your men that go to battle

You are King so they say you hold the reins
You long for the adventure and the speed
The coursing of blood going through your veins

The sound of snorting from your mighty steed
You long for the adventure and the speed
You sit there in your castle all alone
Sometimes a King is shackled to his throne


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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How Many Heroes Now Have Gone Unsung

It’s said that only the good die young. So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost! How many heroes now have gone unsung? They’re taken with no mercy. At what cost? We cannot know the good they would have done. So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost! They lie in cold hard graves beneath our sun. If only they had been allowed to bloom. We cannot know the good they would have done. How swiftly do they sometimes meet their doom. And all their loved ones have to show is grief. If only they had been allowed to bloom! Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf! What utter waste! They had so much to give, and all their loved ones have to show is grief. Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf. It’s said that only the good die young. What utter waste; they had so much to give! How many heroes now have gone unsung? Written 5/27/2013


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Hirtle's Beach

Where doubts dissolve and roads disband,
there lies a quiet crescent beach
to crown the sea with golden sand.

A breath beyond the city's reach,
where waves recede like moving glass,
there lies a quiet crescent beach.

When evening fades and stars amass,
the silver sky consumes the sea    
where waves recede like moving glass.

When moonlight skims the tallest tree
through wisps of fog and fragrant mist,    
the silver sky consumes the sea.

Along the shore where waves persist,
the sunrise melts through violet clouds,     
through wisps of fog and fragrant mist.

The sky discards its gauzy shrouds
where doubts dissolve and roads disband.
The sunrise melts through violet clouds
to crown the sea with golden sand.


Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2015

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An Enchanted Voyage

"An Enchanted Voyage" love reflects emotion embraced by motivating force a visual crystal ball evokes journey through endless Time upon a magic carpet floating guided by heartfelt course. stars whisper in midnight canopy twinkling soft chime toward destination to reunite with lost lovers' soul a visual crystal ball evokes journey through endless Time. in Fantasy, a tender heart pursues ultimate goal as love's adventure strives to capture essence known toward destination to reunite with lost lovers' soul. the sting of Death refuses to separate powerful feelings sown an incantation from a mythical book of charms as love's adventure strives to capture essence known. thoughts of caressing sweet desire within silky arms ignite sheer wings absorbing strong love potion spell an incantation from mythical book of charms. an enchanted voyage fascinates realm with golden wishing well love reflects emotion embraced by motivating force ignite sheer wings absorbing strong love potion spell upon a magic carpet floating guided by heartfelt course. "Fantasy Chant" love power wills beyond cold grave lives cast potent magic spell? *For Terzanelle Fantasy with Questionku Chaser.


Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

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Wait For Me

Wait for me in the stillness of the night
Cover your nakedness with a soft sheet
When I come home to you, we will take flight

Together in love our two hearts will meet
Tantalize me by holding passion back
Cover your nakedness with a soft sheet

All of my senses are under attack
My imagination, consuming me
Tantalize me by holding passion back

Within my mind's eye I can clearly see
Ripping off the sheet to reveal your power
My imagination consuming me

The moment will come when we both devour
All off your mysteries will soon be mine
Ripping off the sheet to reveal your power

Together on love's bliss we'll gladly dine
All of your mysteries will soon be mine
Wait for me in the stillness of the night
When I come home to you, we will take flight.





Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Behind Castle Walls

I thought I was safe behind Castle walls
Within my Kingdom I made the rules
There outside the gate I heard her calls

Why did I choose to listen to fools
I opened the drawbridge, let her in
Within my Kingdom I made the rules

I had not known where she had been
Her ideas corrupted my mind
I opened the drawbridge, let her in

In the beginning she seemed so kind
At my table together we ate
Her ideas corrupted my mind

Completly unaware of my fate
She beguiled me, with that lovely smile
At my table together we ate

I became subdued after a while
She beguiled me, with that lovely smile
I thought I was safe behind castle walls
There outside the gate her lover calls


Written February 3rd for Shadow's Castle Contest.



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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The Warmth of Our True Love

The Warmth of Our True Love
 
The warmth of our true love is forever,
As we walk hand-in-hand in God’s bright light.
Our love’s God’s gift and shall leave us never. 

We know dear one our love always feels right,
As we savor all of this emotion;
As we walk hand-in-hand in God’s bright light.

Our desire is a magical potion
Of heavenly force and cosmic power, 
As we savor all of this emotion.

This is our love’s ecstasy and the hour,
We find our destiny and feel God’s hand
Of heavenly force and cosmic power. 
	
Love’s God’s music in His angelic band;
Its divine nature touches our souls true.
We find our destiny and feel God’s hand.

God’s love for us binds us like cosmic glue;
Its divine nature touches our souls true.
The warmth of our true love is forever;
Our love’s God’s gift and shall leave us never. 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 23, 2015 (Terzanelle)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Copyright © Edward McCormick | Year Posted 2013

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Eileen Queen of the Romantic Pen

Romantic dreams flowing from her pen.
From her imagination to the page.
Choose your lover, re-live the dream again.

Perhaps she is a warrior or a sage.
Her creativity has no end.
From her imagination to the page.

Be prepared to have your mind bend.
You'll experience both pleasure and pain.
Her creativity has no end.

She'll show you sunshine soak you in rain.
Let you drink from a lovers fountain.
You'll experience both pleasure and pain.

She will lead you to the highest mountain.
Causing your heart to ache with wanting
You'll experience both pleasure and pain

Her images are real and haunting
Romantic dreams flowing from her pen.
Causing your heart to ache with wanting
Choose your lover, re-live the dream again.

Dedicated to Eileen Manassian, the true Queen of the Romantic Pen.

Written August 15th 2013, modified today as I noticed I broke from form.

Entered into Silent One's "Tibute" Contest.


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013