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Paul Geisz Poem
The golden thread
Ties them together
Like the strings of the spider
Wrapping around
So strong- binding so softly
Binding so softly
A web enclosing
The two into one
Feeling eternally entwined
Not wanting to separate
This fiber- such great value
Surrounding and uniting the couple
Produces a feeling of security
As they touch each other
A thrilling sensation
Generating a feeling of wealth
Sealing components
Creating a team
Mutually advantageous
The perfect symbiosis
The bond is made
Weaving hearts together
In the most special way
Sprouting its magical seeds
Drawing them closer and closer
The golden thread of love
An unbreakable tie
Ultimate joy of togetherness
Visions of the future
A dream come true
The golden thread
Binding so softly
This fiber- such great value
Generating a feeling of wealth
The bond is made
The golden thread of love
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Paul Geisz Poem
He comes and goes
Like a breeze:
In her life…
And out again
Filling sails of joy
Then calm and agony
Like the breeze
He is an ephemeral happening
Coming and going
Never knowing anything
A wind so strong yet gentle too
Stretching her sails
With feelings beyond compare
A sensation that never fails
Every time he is near
Like a boat in a calm
Unable to move
She flounders about yearning:
Will the wind come today?
Her heart is burning
Anticipation at every whisper
Of a change in the weather
Hope and expectancy all the day
When will they meet again?
Like a ship and the wind
All risk is blinded
By desire so strong
The need is so great
What can go wrong?
Although the wind at times
Causes feelings of fright
A course filled with danger
And suspicion
Will this love survive another night?
The stronger the ship
The will to survive
They are anodynes
And this love affair
Will never die
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Paul Geisz Poem
Our days together are heaven sent.
The time we enjoy- err never repent.
The peace and happiness we share,
Far beyond what anyone could compare.
How can it be our days are so complete?
Maybe it's because we never compete.
Together we enjoy natural pleasures.
Mystics be ignorant to these treasures;
Think natural things are so immoral!
Their lives never get to become so floral.
They deceive because they can't reason.
Maybe it's because theologies fake plea-sin.
We know what's right and do no wrong.
By loving each other, we do belong.
Rose-colored glasses are not for us.
We believe in each other; we trust.
We perceive the good in life.
Maybe it's because we have love- not strife.
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Paul Geisz Poem
A gentle wind
from the harbor port flows,
bringing thoughts
to those who truly know.
Soft breezes
cause the memory to surge.
Embracing and tossing
An unquestionable urge.
Like the waves of the sea
crying out to me,
your beckoning call
from the siren: a plea!
A whispering voice
longing to hear
the words of love,
enchanting my ear.
Singing softly
carrying the songs
-songs so dear-
dispelling all my fears.
To those who listen
the message is clear.
your love is always
remarkably near.
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Paul Geisz Poem
Spring drew closer,
warming my soul once more.
Inspiring rays of hope
enticed my life to renewal.
With spirits soaring,
happiness ordered depression to exit
down his murky tunnel.
Hopes of resurgence
dawned an unsullied season.
Life began to digest
a fresh new countenance,
and I was alive!
Birds singing ecstasy of dawn
satiated the sky with harmony.
Bees buzzing around
diligently sipped
life’s delectable nectar.
But spring began to fade.
Flowers paled and drooped,
trying to hold on to their awakening,
one very last moment;
clinging to their brilliancy,
one more time.
Grass, browned and bristled,
once yielding and kindhearted,
now scratched and wounded,
exasperating all navigators of terrain.
My heart wept.
Spring departed in silence,
saddening my life.
Missing the sparkle,
I despaired over my failure,
to save the flowers,
to preserve the spring
with all its splendor.
Spring: a replica, in part, of life:
unforgettable climaxes,
effervescent infusions
filling our vessels.
Life lived to the fullest,
blooming diversity anew,
providing a pleasing display.
Spring’s flowers of love
suddenly breathe their last breath
and die,
but a promise is buried deep within:
They will return!
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