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Long poem by norman russell | Details |

Forever in my heart

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.

FOREVER IN  MY   HEART



My love for you is deep within my heart,
And in my being and my mind I know we two will never part.
I have held others as I hold you, but somehow it’s not the same,
And together we can show the world, a love that will remain.
Your touch sets me all aglow, it fills me with desire,
Then when, oh, so gently our lips meet, this Love becomes a ‘FIRE’.
One day my love we’ll be as one, never more to part.
And you will know you’ll always be.

FOREVER  IN  MY  HEART. 


N.J.R.


Long poem by Roy Jerden | Details |

La Bejarena

La Béjareña

Oh sweet Angel of Jesus, wherefore lies your grave?
Your blood that is of Navarro, that Corsican so brave
She was a proud Tejana, such a beauty once they say
That enchanted Santa Anna, so far back in the day

On fairy feet she floated in Béjar’s promenade
Like radiating moonbeams her beauty was conveyed
Mantilla and peineta in the latest Spanish style
Caballeros peacocked near her, each hoping for a smile

But for noble Béjar maidens, any glancing was taboo
Except for caballeros that her family nodded to
A curtsey and a flourished bow were the courtly ways
Of greeting one another back in those golden days

Such a fine tradition was the Béjar promenade 
To the Veramendi Palace, perhaps a masquerade
Or to dance a light fandango by the river’s perfumed air
All seemed much more beautiful when close to one so fair

Those were the days of wonder, when Béjar was so sweet
Before the revolution, and the Alamo’s defeat
Before some Anglos came to take with gun and Negro slave
The land that brave Tejanos had bled and died to save

Béjar was filled with drunkards, and rogues of every kind
No promenade was possible in streets so unrefined
And over near the Alamo, where freedom’s price was dear
The price was now determined by the slavery auctioneer

And yet one Anglo gentleman, a major in the war
Touched with noble chivalry, and the ways of a señor
The captured despot’s life did save, upon that victory day
From those who would have hanged the knave, down San Jacinto way

The moment that she met him, in the formal Spanish style
And looked into his honest eyes without a trace of guile
And read his soul so brave and pure, it seemed that time stood still
As nature linked their hearts as one, according to its will

A thousand days of happiness, a thousand days of bliss
Were all that God would grant them both before their final kiss
She laid her hero in his grave, and took their son in hand
And thought of how to speak to him and make him understand

Her gentle eyes had lost their shine; her hair was touched with gray
They wed her to the Dunker man, who took her far away
He never knew her sorrow, he never knew her soul
Inside her lonely citadel of iron self-control

He left her for another wife, and cast them all aside
But a mother’s duty to her sons would never be denied
And at the age of fifty-six, the time at last arrived
When she could welcome willingly the deadly reaper’s scythe

Oh sweet Angel of Jesus, wherefore lies your grave?
Your blood that is of Navarro, that Corsican so brave
By the village of Las Moras, down Rio Bravo way?
No one seems to know for sure, unto this very day

Oh, sons of Navarro!  Let not that Béjar rose
Lie with the dust of strangers, where no one ever goes
Join her with her heart's true love, on acres gently blessed
With shady hills below pecans, where heroes go to rest

Notes:
This historical poem is about one of my HS classmate's Tejano (in the original 
sense) ancestors from the time of the Texas Revolution and the story is told 
from that perspective.

The main characters are not named in the poem intentionally, and place names 
are the old Spanish ones, but I will share with you the names of the 
protagonist and her true love, in case you are interested in reading about 
them. Her name was Angela de Jesus Maria Blasa Navarro. She was the niece of 
Juan Antonio Navarro, one of the signers of the Texas Declaration of 
Independence and a member of the important Navarro family of Bejar, present 
day San Antonio. She married William Gordon Cooke, one of the heroes of the 
Texas revolution, who is buried on Republic Hill at the Texas State cemetery 
along with other notables. Angela was buried near Brackettville, originally called 
Las Moras.


The Dunker man was Angela's 2nd husband, Abraham Geiger Martin. He was a 
member of the German Baptist Brethren church, nicknamed Dunkers because 
they practiced full body baptism, but required three full immersions before you 
were properly baptized. Apparently the marriage was a total failure and he 
divorced her, leaving her to raise his son and William Cooke's son alone.


Long poem by James Kelley | Details |

As the Castle Fell

For every step I take toward the sun,
the spark that lit the fire inside me dwindles.
History slated on unforgiving stone erodes;
A weakly chiseled dream.
But I will remember it all,
and tongues shall breed these words
and hold them with intent.
Oh, how we have fallen!
Mighty and meek alike.
We were once just, and strong.
But greatness has cast down it's
poisoned banquet and corrupted hearts
that once bled for glory.
It is with a bitter tongue I speak these words!
Remember the reason we set foot outside
of our city gates.
Remember the certainty in your hearts;
that we men would give people hope!
Hope for life without malice.
Hope for a life of freedom!
A chance for prosperity!
                   ...but what prosperity have we given?
Short of the bountiful throng of arrows that have captured
the eyes of this land and left it's people in fear?
Does a just King rule with the might of fear?!
Or does a King rule with compassion?
I ask you men,
you loyal few.
What would you have me do?
Would you have me slaughter this woman;
this beautiful princess of her people and take her
home as a prize for conquest merely because her
husband was the one that stood in the way?
Is her beauty the cost of her life?
She has wronged not one of us,
and yet you Brakkdus scoff at the thought of
her surviving her King. Why?
Here I thought men of honor followed me,
I thought men of courage swung my blades!
And, yet you fear this woman who could no
sooner do you harm than your own from the
bed that you left her in!
No, Princess Xavia shall survive her King
and remain here with her people.
I refuse to conquer the land of a tyrant,
only to settle for it's fallen ruler's morality!
If that does not befit you, then surely I am not your King.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
 
 
Princess Xavia's Response
 
 
I stand with humility before such valor
My people have borne
the burden of swords and arrows,
they are silent with fear and trembling before you
Which would be yours
to burden them with once again
yet you offer them freedom
and me my life...when you could shame not only me
but those who are entrusted to me
I would prefer to fall upon the blades of your men
than to become flesh passed amongst them
the destiny of a woman
who has became the chattel of a lost victory
My blood be shed before such shame
be cast upon me
Yet you.... you have offered me back my Kingdom
and restored my name
 
Gallant your soul in the shadow of such a night
beneath the dark stars
where only the flames of a burnt, ashen city
provide any warmth for my grieving people
You have offered them hope
through a frail vessel such as myself,
such honor is seldom written upon the hearts of men
in days such as these
Your compassion is a light in this darkness
these times inscribed with blood
such is this age,
when the voice of stones speak more gently
than the hearts of men
 
Dark are these days and black is the moon
of these nights,
in these lost reveries we journey through
dreams that have become nightmares
Yet strength has arisen in one man,
a leader who throws light back
at the fallen stars
granting the nights a moment of solace
for your honor has returned hope
a light stronger than blaze of the midday sun
 
And as I take back my broken people
we shall take refuge in your kindness and in that light of lights
shall we rebuild this Kingdom,
our sanguine ties shall bind us
and we will rise.
 
 
I gratefully accept my life
returned to me through your kind hands
And secretly, within a whisper
it is my prayer
that when I look upon your countenance
and the time comes
that I shall gaze into your eyes again
it shall be as the queen you have restored
to her throne and to her people
and who keeps quietly within the space between her heartbeats
gratitude...
and the hope that she will share her throne
beside yous
should you find her efforts and her heart
worthy.
 
 
 
(c)  Katherine Wyatt 2013


Long poem by Richard Lamoureux | Details |

A Man and the Moon Prose Version

Sebastian looked at the moon, the source of his inspiration. When the Moon appeared in its silvery glory, he was profoundly moved to write. Sadly he could only write during a full moon. This was a problem which perplexed him. He had waited many days for the full Moon to appear so that he could put his plan into action.

When Sebastian would write a poem during the full Moon his readers would be moved to tears. His prose had wooed many a young heart, his songs had been sung to princesses. Countless women had named their children in honor of him. His words were distilled romance with power beyond the comprehension of ordinary men. The problem however was that Sebastian was unable to meet the demand. Strong men would beg for but a few lines to capture their true loves heart. Without the Moon, when Sebastian would try to write it felt like his tongue was wrapped around his hand. Nothing flowed little made sense, he was like an inexperienced teen unfamiliar with the ways of love. How Sebastian longed for the Moon during those long nights.

So here he was with his enchanted pen in hand, at the end of the pen was a golden strand. Sebastian went out to capture the Moon. He swung the pen in large loops over his head releasing it with tremendous force. The pen hurtled towards its target the tip of the fountain pen struck the centre of the Moon sinking deep into its surface. Sebastian pulled with all his might each movement of his hand brought his prize closer and closer. As the moon came closer there was no evidence it was increasing in size. Once the moon was in hand it fit perfectly in his pocket. Sebastian felt gleeful as he carried the Moon into his home, everything was going according to his plan.

Once inside he removed the Moon from his pocket and bathed in it's other worldly light. As Sebastian dislodged his pen from the surface it began to drip with the Moon's tears. Magnificent lines beyond anything he had ever hoped. Songs, poems, prose, the mysteries of the ages flowing onto his pages day after day year after year. His home overflowed with his treasures, the realization of his poetic dreams.

Still he had no joy, no one knocked on his door. Lovers could not walk in the Moonlight, wolves couldn't bay at the Moon. Romance was no longer in the air. The night was a thing to be feared. Sailors could not find their ways home, if they did their lovers no longer waited for their return. Some refer to this as the Dark Ages. Art creativity had all but dissapeared. The Oceans stood still with no Moon to guide the tides. Meanwhile Sebastian continued to write.

The Moon asked to see the Ocean so Sebastian took it for a walk. As they walked along a lonely secluded beach the Moon began to increase in size. The Moon summoned the Ocean to it's rescue. A huge wave came up on shore plucking the moon from Sebastian's hand. As the Moon was floating out to Sea Sebastian swam out to reclaim his treasure. Sebastian jumped on the Moon as a gigantic hand like wave tossed the Moon back into space. As the moon traveled back to its home it became larger and larger brightening the nights sky. Lovers came out to kiss captivated by the silvery glow.  If they look close they can see a man with a fountain pen held in his hand. Wolves cry for him as they bay at the moon.

On the Moon Sebastian sits all alone with his fountain pen in hand, he fills the pen with his tears. He longs to write the words trapped in his heart yet there is not a page in site. Even if there was there is no one to read his words or to sing his songs. The Moon was once his Muse and then his greatest prize. Now it is his prison for the rest of time.


Long poem by bahram sediqi | Details |

tell my blond dream

i dont know who is she i dont know where is she from i dont know what is she doing i dont know where is she leaving but if you saw her please tell her:
youre hair remind me of sunshine*you are perfect but its just fine                                      you are the shimmer of coldest night*date palms feel jealous of your height
the ocean of your eyes is so deep*the color of red roses is a lone from your lips
if being with you is not fair*hang me with a peace of your hair                                             hoping to reach you make me smile*the best wishes for you and your regrets are mine
hoping to reach you make me over come my fears* tell her that her holy voice is like music to my ears
just imagining that you are here*makes my eyes the river of tears                                  tell her that her love is like flood*without her love i prefer to get sink in my blood
tell her that her love had filled my vessels*without her i prefer to cut this vessels                          tell her that i dream about her every night*tell her that her love makes me fly on night
the heat of her breath is burning my soul*her love wont let me sleep like a night owl                 
what if getting sink the ocean of her eyes is crime?i will burn in fire till the end of time                if reaching her is so cruel*i will dream about her like a fool
her eyes are like ocean not like a pool*i will try to reach her till my lifes glass become full           if one day i reach her oasis*i will over come my crisis
this world has always made me screw*theres lots of problems i cant pass through                i dont want to know that is my dream is false or true*just tell me will my tall blond dream come true
the reason i dont speak is not shiness*if i approach her i will break my silence           if she reach my heart walls*the walls of my castle falls
tell her that her love had destroyed my resistance* tell her that without her i dont want this existance           
how can i make my self satisfied with some drink*when her love made my heart to shrink             without her i cant sing i cant dance i cant think*if you know her please tell me some thing
shes the only flower of the spring*tell her that my tears are like a spring                   im asking her from fortune to bring*these rose gardens are her foot print
i can hear her name from canary that sings*im asking fortune to bring her to my ring                my only dream has blue eyes*with my dream even hell is nice
oceans feel jealous of her eyes*if sun see her hair it wont rise               words are not enough to explain her so they lies*shes price less but treasures have price
shes greater than black holes and hawkings explanation*she had destroyed the borders of my imagination
tell her that my heart is empty of temptation*its filled with best dreams and sensation             
 you are not lovely you are the meaning of love the perfection*if this whole world is ugly you are the only exception
you are the perfectness you are the heat of the fire*the ocean of your eyes had filled my heart with desire
my heart is burnt with your fire*so the ocean of your eyes should be admired           if i said your the highest it can be im a lier*cause you are a million time higher
tell her that me and the night are both lonely*cause shes the best shes the one shes the only    tell her that the beauty of her eye brow*is a million time more than rainbow  
the wind in her hair has perfect smell*the smell that is alot more than i can tell


Long poem by Vee Bdosa | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/monsieur_lvampyre_meets_the_werewolf_565977' st_title='Monsieur L'Vampyre Meets the Werewolf'>

Monsieur L'Vampyre Meets the Werewolf

 "Monsieur L'Vampyre Meets the Werewolf"
While walking on the path sublime
accustomed to at times, when I'm
just going neither here nor there--
   but be content to only passing time;
from my Chateau near Poitiers,
I happened to a fine display
of cutlery, so very fine,
   from sellers merely passing my own way.
Says I, I hadn't time to spare,
and no time then to see his ware,
but could at my chateau tonight--
   the man replied, he had a problem there!
He then explains his eyes grow tired--
by dark, his sleep cannot be mired,
so he will send his daughter fair,
   o! joy within my days, my heart was fired!
Anticipation all aglow,
I went to where I meant to go, 
and purchased I, the finest wine;   
   then quick I got me back to my chateau!
O! How we laughed the night away!
My choice of wine, she never say,
And then I viewed her cutlery,
   and told her I would buy the case this day!
The offer swept her off her feet,
I asked her, "if we be descrete..."
the proposition you must know,
   is sharing this cool night, some body heat!
And so led I right up the stair,
as heard I music, ev'rywhere,
or maybe just the mood I be,
   and in my private light, such beauty there!
Loved we, then well into the night,
I thought we'd rise with morning light,
and when she feigned into a trance,
  I quick set in to make our loving right;
and as I moved a lock of hair,
revealing such of beauty there,
set I my teeth, to make the mark
  for not a mark did I see anywhere!
Closed I my eyes, as she concede,
my teeth about to fill my need;
when on my shoulder were a pain--
  so sharp--like I have never known indeed! 
And in a moment, suddenly
so terrible, a cry there be,
a howling I'd not heard before
   so harsh it chilled the very soul of me!
Her skin, once smooth unto my own,
was wrinkled and some hair had grown!
and my own blood be on her chin!
   And in this dark we be there all alone!
And as I kept myself afar,
one hand held to my bleeding scar,
another howl of death there be
   by someone else, who pushed the door ajar!
Just hairy, vile and in decay
was how they looked to me, the way
a rabid dog, I'd seen before;
   and needing blood--as I need ev'ry day!
And carried he, just then I see
a blade from my own cutlery--
I'd just now paid my money down,
   now they would use that very knife on me!
Such foaming of the mouths! I knew
there not a thing that I could do
unless I make it cross the room
   where waits my derringer with bullets two!
She, groaning as if then she would
but leap on me and make it good!
But stepped I to the other side,
   then runned I just as fearful as I could!
Then quickly grabbed it to my hand,
from off the chest, how I had planned,
just as her father camed my way
   but steady then I grow, and made my stand!
I volleyed then with no adeau
a silver tip, the first of two;
deep in the heart attacking me,
   and how he cried! But fell he as I knew! 
But love hath pity if it start,
and love unfinished will not part,
so sank me there, the teeth of me
   into her neck and to her very heart.  
She fell, and back the same old way,
I'd loved so well that very day,
the fairest of the fair I knew,
   and that is just how I would have her stay;
so fired I while she lying weak
into her heart just dark and bleak,
and how I cried the night away--
   there are no words I know--to ever speak.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Long poem by liam mcdaid | Details |

Always a Dream

Always a Dream

A little fairy princess one day sits resting on a most beautiful sunflower,
And magically she begins stretching her wings for anticipatory flight
While capturing a vision assortment of most bright flying colors, 
Of one gentle and soothing rainbow promise—a shining and a light to delight;
As the ground begins to tremble and crumble underneath her tiny feet,
She takes flight on her splendid little wings—quite magnificent to behold
Through the colors of mist and the veil of magic she sees a bright sparkling shine, 
And then all becomes clear—she sees gold, and even more gold on the horizon
Radiantly gleaming in front of her very eyes and charming her senses entire.

Then a most curious little green man with curved ears pointing heavenwards 
And possessing remarkably strange and yet soft mesmerizing green eyes, 
Presents himself both kindly and boldly to the little fairy princess in person; 
He jumps right in the pot alongside her dancing a jig to his heart's content,
And the princess shines all colors of love and warmth over him under the mist 
Of a most dazzling and enchanting dream to behold, know, and cherish.

With this the little green man reveals his true nature to his new found princess,
And with a most proud alacrity bearing a quaint princely nature, he declares:
 
“Me Darlin’ little princess so near and so dear to Me own little heart,”
“You must know I’m your Leprechaun always obedient from this very start,”
“At this moment most precious Me knows you’ve captured Me little heart,”
“And with this you’ve captured too Me overflown’ Pot of Gold now in part,”
“With Me undying love and devotion to you always carried in Me little heart.”

With this the Leprechaun and his little fairy princess danced a mystical old
Irish jig together while singin’ and laughin’ both so gently and contentedly;
All the while his soft green eyes and her sensual eyes azure locked in a 
Most romantic gaze and affection when they began kissing one another, 
And brushing inside and both sharing heartfelt fluttering emotions and a
Swelling with a deep beauty and a most passionate love in Heaven born.

With the genuine passion-felt affection and the romantic kisses exchanged,
The Leprechaun and his little fairy princess began to transform themselves
Right before each other’s very eyes, and Behold!!—in a quick moment, the
Leprechaun became a most handsome and sweet loving young prince, and 
His little fairy princess, in a flash of blinding light, lost her wings and changed 
Into a most radiant and quite beautiful young princess with long-flowing 
Beautiful black hair, and a very lovely smile as resplendent and sweet as any
Angel in Heaven above.

Now the handsome young prince and his beautiful young princess were an 
Elegant and most wonderful couple to behold and cherish—kind, smiling, and 
Deeply in love.
 
The young prince with his Irish blessings began sparklin’ and sprinklin’ star dust 
All over his young princess and they both lived happily ever after with pronounced
Passion and love, emotion and devotion, kindness and charity, vision and purpose, 
Forever to their end on Earth and later by the Lord God himself in Heaven. 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights 
Reserved (October 29, 2014) (Narrative poem poetic form)


Long poem by Ndaba Sibanda | Details |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Long poem by Jadazzle united | Details |

Our First Meeting On The Isle Of Man

Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning 
I'm living the dream. 
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh 
When landing on my chest from nowhere 
Came an exquisite butterfly.

The butterfly landed upon my hairy chest
I looked at it’s exquisite beauty it really was the best
It nestled in quite gently then fluttered in the air
When a beautiful young lady came running past my chair
She really scored a perfect ten - my jaw was open wide
I wanted nothing more than to have this beauty by my side
I stood and showed my great physique and strutted round with pride
I wanted this lady for myself one day she'd be my bride

The butterfly heard my heart beating so strong 
It lifted its gossamer wings and the butterfly was gone 
As if giving thanks to my exquisite guest 
I caress the spot where he came to rest 
Whispering my gratitude for him revealing to me 
The beautiful face of my bride to be 
Now he danced on her breast just above her bra 
What jammy gits those butterflies are.

Our hearts beat fast and they entwined 
We went to a restaurant and wined and dined
It was a special moment I didn’t want to miss
For there we shared our very first kiss
One thing lead to another and we headed to my room
I grabbed my little blue pill – I wanted va va vroom
This stunning young lady pulled me swiftly to her chest
I could feel her heart beating underneath her thermal vest

Ok Daz I'll put you through your paces 
Suspend you from the lampshade by your braces 
Set you bouncing then I'll slip under 
But was it worth it I'm starting to wonder 
All that gossip is just idle chatter 
I have to inform you, size does matter 
When I agreed to this afternoon of sin 
I never thought I'd ask, is it in ?

But Jan sweetheart, please hear my rebuttal 
That wasn't my willy, just my belt buckle 
Now I'm determined you will feel my passion 
Flip you over and we'll do it doggie fashion 
A contented smile replaces the scowling 
The janitor rings, will you two stop howling? 
We are perfect together but I know after tonight 
There is just no way you can get married in white.

Oh Darren my darling forgive me I pray
I’m not after marriage, just a roll in the hay
I’m sorry if you were after any more
But after a few days I’ll find you a bore
Come back to bed and let us not linger
You now know I don’t want a ring on my finger
I hate to feel you have been mislead
Lets just have a little more fun in this bed

Just like a man I'm becoming possessive 
In pursuit of my goal I'm vain and aggressive 
Wishing to own you to declare you are mine 
Wanting a wife not a concubine 
Not seeing the faults and the change in me 
I take your hand and fall on one knee 
Presenting the ring I bought from EBAY 
We can marry next week Jan, What do you say.

Oh Darren in you I must confide
I can never ever be your bride
Although you think my name is Jan
Before the op my name was Stan
I thought I really must confess
Before our lives become a mess
I think we have reached the journeys end
I will never forget you my handsome young friend

25th March 2014
By Jan Allison & Darren Watson

This was our first Collaboration Poem
Written for Contest Sponsored by Jared Pickett
                 ~Awarded 4th place ~


Long poem by Maurice Yvonne | Details |

Drenched In One Another

Yes I can still see her... through rose colored glasses, imagined! In fact, She is gorgeous. I remember saying... or at least thinking out loud ...You take my breath away, She was a perfect site to behold; I am sure men literally fell like pins at the alley, as she entered a room ...and yet she was gentle, unaffected by her physical beauty, she had so much love in her heart. Naked our needs locked. I can't remember ever having felt anything or anyone so soft. Her skin against mine I was at the foot of the horizon. Her blue eyes true cleansed my sins. Her hair flowed like a sheet of fine black sand, like a tapestry made from a beach ebony in color. . Trapped in love I pulled her to me by her thick dark mane, blanketed her pear shaped breasts. Her lips seared mine as we shared a small Scape of air. She punished me over and over again with her lingering touch. Does ecstasy ever end if you play it over and over in the annals of your memories like a looped tape. Her lips were my lips my tongue was her tongue, no space separated us. I have touched the first day of spring, tasted the first snowflake of winter. heard the leaves change color on an autumn day, I have even witnessed summer remove her golden robe, watched it fall to her feet and stared as she stood in all her glory. I have done all of that but when she spread her wings this goddess when she held me, my life stopped beating, and for just an infinitesimal moment of time I knew what my heaven would be. I was free. Free in the rapture of the moment. We sunk into one another and danced a tango of infinite sex. Nothing mattered anymore, she had tore out my heart, fed it to me and it tasted like the ambrosia of kings. The gates had opened, the angels had fled, and I wandered through a mass of sexual satisfaction. My mind was in a tailspin of romantic imagery. Her voice swept me back to consciousness as a single tear rolled down her cheek and fell on to her smile. We were both silky wet and sported the scent of fresh dew in the morning. We whispered, as our words tip toed through the air like a majestic overture. We were drenched in one another, strangers, young and in lust. I have no memory of when she finally left. It must of been hours or was it days, the freedom of unconscious love knows no time. I had explored every crevice of her body, we had feasted on one another, no parts left untouched. I thought it would never end I'm not sure it ever did. She was an unframed masterpiece I do know I thanked the Angel of Fire out loud. I'm sure as I did, even though she was no longer there she answered. She had left, me unbound from the packaging that had enslaved me. It was her gift to me. A gift, I store safely ...in the deepest regions of my passion.
11~10~2014


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