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Meet Me Half Way




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Remember Me

Remember me... A fresh sweet scent of last gardenia on yesterday's linen sheets Remember me... A cherry bud in your backyard orchard showing first pink shades in once upon a soft blown kiss Remember me... An early summer sharing your beach towel and coconut butter Remember me... A roaring log fire on a stormy night in the hallway to your bedroom door Remember me... a short~lived star that fallen into your arms then faded to nothingness upon the empty shore. Remember me ... The blissful moment The saddest song in your forevermore

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Every now and then

Every now and then I come to you a climbing jasmine through the window of your heart a perfumed smile beneath your sheets a sweet scent in waking thoughts an empty porch of swinging dreams Every now an then I come to you a hush-hushed whisper on a restless night a drop of sunshine on winter lips a tender touch upon bare shoulder a yearning moment in ardent kiss Every now and then I come to you a melting snowflake upon your lash a silent breeze tickling your cheek soft gentle wind behind your ear a vivid memory a vision gone a lingered breath which once was here
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The Wind

I am the wind You cannot see me but you can feel me Breezing gently through your hair Brushing slightly across your cheek Whispering softly 'neath your ear I am the wind whirling,howling,roaring blowing fiercely against the desert sand which sifts silently in the hourglass of your soul I will not fail you,nor leave your side till you smell fresh rain again and soak under cascading waterfalls I am the wind extinguishing wild fire which scars the lifeline of your palm I am the wind blowing whimsically in the honey fragrance of each meadow where you lay beneath a half sun I breathe my warmth where your cold fingers gather forget-me-not petals that fall ever so slow with every drip drop of my fluetish tapping sound I am the wind,I will carry you to places ,far I'd tickle your lips with fluttering feathers of early doves which soar above your mirthful past I'd strip your thought bare till I touch that heart I am the wind wafting by your pillowcase I play within your dreams with each seductive move Capturing the hour of a star I linger in the depths of all that once was dark I pour rose- scented zephyr into your night and We would never part,No! We'll never part I am the wind

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These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me

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About Life,Death ,and Cherry Blossoms

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Don't Skip A Beat

Love knows no age or beauty Love knows no rich or poor Love knows no religion or race Love knows no straight or gay Love knows no boundary or reason Love knows no distance or time Love knows only the rapid beating of a giving heart sublime

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A Greener Grass

You think I have a pretty face My dresses weaved from frills and lace You think that I'm a spoilt brat with diamonds around my neck and roses in my bed You think I own the pot of gold A blissful future to behold You think I live on a greener grass but you know nothing No ,you know nothing about my past There are chapters still on hold A thousand words untold There's emotion still enclosed in a lacrimal drop There is a tasteless tale,a colourless spume and large waves that fall on the shore There's a silent cry which keeps yelling why which keeps loving and hating,mending and breaking Pushing ,embracing our God My unfaithful devotion keeps begging in motion Asking what,where,when,and how long For how long should I wait for to feel the affection, love and protection to listen to daddy singing for me just one birthday song For how long should I pray for,to listen to daddy just calling out my name on the phone You think I have a pretty face My dresses weaved from frills and lace You think that I'm a spoilt brat with diamonds around my neck and roses in my bed You think I own the pot of gold A blissful future to behold You think I live on a greener grass but you know nothing No, you know nothing about my past You know nothing about the way I feel About deep scars that would never heal You just keep thinking that I live I live on a greener grass.

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To Walk A Mile In Her Shoes

Would I dare to walk a mile in her shoes To put my feet in cinder's slippers marry a handsome prince who turns out to be another Jafar Would I dare to let the glass shards of those tight slippers slice open my heels till I bleed Would I dare to let dignity purse my lips tightly and let pride silence the cry Would I dare to own her brains to taste mental yeast's bitter shame Would I be the servant and cook the tutor,cab driver,the warrior ,the lover the whor* of an unfinished book to be thanked by insults and be called out names To be the one that He always blames Would I dare feel the sweat of his fist without being bruised nor being hit Would I find Alice,call her a fool Does she know ,there is no wonderland if you live to the vow and play by the rule What about God,His promised land Does this hourglassed desert ever feel the touch of His hand Will She taste frosted manna if She runs far away Or would she challenge the bully and have it her way Does her dream ever leave the blues Would he look in her eyes Would He dare to walk a mile in her shoes
Inspired by an past contest 'To walk a mile in her shoes' International Women's Day is on the 8th of March and unfortunately many brave women still suffer in silence. This is a fiction poem but based on realities. May all the women be treated for who they truly are 'The other half of men and mothers our children'.

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