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I Stole These Lines For You

i soar in the thought of you
lost in thermals
free from every drop of gravity
where clouds dance free
wings spread in a balance
tipped at times
bent in flight guiding me
a swoop here, banking there
lost in you
then the lyncean catches a shadow
movement below these thoughts of you
the wings fold back
wind whistles against me
my claws obey an innermost desire
open and deadly lethal
there is no greater desire
then the one now consuming me
a berserker uncontrollable
shaken from the thoughts of you
now, enfolded in my arms
there is no escape
i must have your lips
you had fair warning
we were a newness then
it was in the grocery store
standing in the checkout line
i took your hand and began to sing
"Chances Are" by Johnny Mathis
i can hardly carry a tune matters little
i knew how to steal your heart
leaping newness from the nest
these wings would be yours forevermore
chances were more than awfully good
love has its deepest depths
when there are moments rare
when the patina is shattered
and its sweetness flows again
in those hearts that discovered
a spur of moment reminding
lifes' wonderous gift
i stole these lines
but i stole them for you
from the depths of love
where i wear a silly grin
when you enter the room
i am impervious to life's frailties
because i command rare moments
when i am with you
in the land of The Twelfth of Never
where poets are empty of rhyme
we will have escaped into eternity
where rare is in every breath
and poets never need a rhyme


   OKC   6/22 
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.” ? Lord George Gordon Byron

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Date: 6/20/2022 4:10:00 PM
Poets like you never seem to run out of rhyme nor of beauty, if you want to read this aloud, message me, we meet June 29, 7 pm
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Timothy Ray
Date: 6/30/2022 6:25:00 AM
i am battling the initial stages of Covid i believe, more so i am caught in the purgatory of Bronte's Edward Rochester and Poe's Lenore....living in Plato's cave....this is my coming-out party, and thank God....the party is only poets....and deeply appreciate your praise
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Timothy Ray
Date: 6/20/2022 5:37:00 PM
Rose....i will try to reignite Soupmail as it became a little too much....
Date: 6/20/2022 12:45:00 PM
This was a wonderful delight to read... Ann
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Timothy Ray
Date: 6/20/2022 1:52:00 PM
thank you Ann....try "I never wonder why I love you" and please always feel free to direct me in the comment section...there are birds...
Date: 6/20/2022 4:28:00 AM
"when the patina is shattered and its sweetness flows again in those hearts that discovered a spur of moment reminding"-- Beautiful writing! The entire poem a gem in the relationships of time. The past is the past...and the future, who knows? But the moment one should never let escape without a fond memory when at all possible.
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Timothy Ray
Date: 6/20/2022 5:15:00 AM
thank you Joe....
Date: 6/19/2022 5:58:00 PM
Intensity of attraction……like in the movie in the frozen section…….”You could melt all this stuff.” Excellent switching between romance and nature……animal attraction. Pix *smiles*
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Timothy Ray
Date: 6/20/2022 5:27:00 AM
thanks Pix....glad you steered me here...such a wonderful group, my favorite, "a berserker uncontrollable" now that is a man in love, what launched a thousand ships and brought Troy to its knees...
Date: 6/19/2022 5:11:00 PM
All consumming romance poetry, Timothy. All of it sounds true to me and welcome. A poet friend in Texas, Bill
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Bill Baker
Date: 6/25/2022 8:03:00 AM
Loved the Rogers quote in your reply, Timothy. We all get help along the way. Bill
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Timothy Ray
Date: 6/20/2022 5:30:00 AM
the beauty for me is when poetry becomes a personal walk, absorbing the essence of a poem, or inspiring neuropathways along the roads not taken...may i quote Mr. Rogers, "From the time you were very little, you had people who have smiled you into smiling. People who have talked you into talking. Sung you into singing. Loved you into loving. "
Date: 6/19/2022 4:38:00 PM
Just like the sculpture The Kiss by Augustin Rodan, your poetry is by love possessed. So moving and ethereal. Robert
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Timothy Ray
Date: 6/19/2022 4:43:00 PM
thank you Robert....indeed that is true....

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