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There was a young woman living by the sea.
Her house was on the shore owned by her family.
The house of a fisherman that was tall and slender,
Was built on an island opposite to hers.

It was a starry night when they met.
Fisherman was on water preying fishes with net.
He saw a woman drowning in the sea,
She was caught by his baits accidentally.

The fisherman came to save her;
Brought her home and offered food and water.
Under the moon,they laughed and talked,
Footprints marked the sand as they walked.

The moonlight flashed in both eyes,
Hidden feelings suddenly arise.
Hearts were pierced by Cupid's dart
Filled the place with love and art.

Came the sun rise and ended their night,
Woman needs to go home and leave his sight.
Poor young fisherman can’t defy;
Hugged her and kissed goodbye.

Days have passed but memories still in mind.
On the balcony she sits, staring on the opposite side.
So she went to the opposite island to see him,
But found fisherman and his wife and child with him.

The woman stepped back and went to the shore;
She drowned herself for life’s not good anymore,
But someone stopped her and grabbed her.
It was fisherman who gladly said “You came back” and pulled her out of the water.

Out spoke the woman, --”You’re now married, so let me die!”
“What? I’m not married, you’re telling a lie!”
“I went to your house and saw you with your wife and child!”
“That’s my twin brother”, the fisherman smiled.

Now, it’s the fisherman and the woman living by the sea,
In an island where they both dwell happily.
With the moon above, they exchanged their vows so quiet,
On a lovely night where the stars are bright.

Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2014

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When I see your face
Bright as a star in dark skies
Your eyes radiant and clear as crystal
Tears of love drench my cheeks-
On your shoulders forever I’ll lull
Under the comfort of your warm wings of love

When I see greens of the fields
Celebrating every kiss of the winds;
The cold breeze at the shores of falling rivers
I see the shape of your heart-
A heart print that forever will stay
Whispering at every height of the melting mount

When you whisper my name
At the cold of a warm dawn
My heart bleeds for the unending bliss;
I weep when your shadow sublimes-
Leaving only an idol to cling on!
Let me nurture your heart, my love to defend.

Copyright © PAULINE NYUMU | Year Posted 2011

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A CFO chased cheaper resumes
into my severance of free days.
Safe in winter with my kids and Blue’s Clues,
til Spring brought out the perks of community dues.
Dawned smiles a first morning’s remark
nurtured those long talks into the dark.
Days pushed strollers on pathways to
lunch dates from sidewalk chalk roses.
Giggles, Hot Girl, and Tail Feather ringed by Ken.
You brought them to us and a nick I would give them.
Our neighborhood scripted a soap opera –
auditions to the applause of butterfly wings.
A soft breeze across your face,
around your neck & down your back.
Those best words not spoken, to sit,
to patiently listen, was the aphrodisiac.
Not quite crime scene technicians,
but magicians, with a sleight of foot
over one forgotten Trojan wrapper.
Broken marriages hosted deck parties –
surrogate spouses filled swimming pools,
as hope tuned dreams and made love to sunsets.
Drunk on new, need gave temptation Cupid’s arrows,
smothered guilt’s cry with the pillows of our beds.
A summer of secrets damned rumors that made us all liars,
as children danced to the last ice cream truck melody.

Autumn’s slow kiss took a ransom of leaves from every tree,
shared blankets with afternoon movies,
and laid lace among ribbons in your scrapbook albums.
Just beyond left field, a store run’s moonlight, 
stenciled tree limbs on dashboards
when the next morning was too long to wait.
Halloween’s candies filled lines of cars, reflected
quick glances while spouses handed out chocolate bars.
At bedtimes, Robert’s “Sad Eyes” to kids I would sing,
but really to us in what the coming winter would bring.
By chance or retribution, unrequited arrows
pinned our arms around mirages.
Choked on mortars of blood and sand,
squeezed clots of distilled pain,
dripped accelerants in flash point solutions –
we all burned down our own houses. 
Old vows came back to amend 
the suspicions that found everyone new homes,
and made miles the walls from my best friend.
Divine whispers of my reprimand,
pressed a year & the balance of a lifetime,
into the last hug goodbye –
steadies the pulse of a remnant
that keeps any reprieve from time’s hand.
Thirteen years in five moves elsewhere,
but my greatest sins and loves, still live there.


Dedicated to an old friend, and to the only year I can’t keep buried.

Contest:  Winds of Change
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2017

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I was told that love isn’t based on time
Love is based on how a person makes you feel
When I am with you I feel that it is only us
I feel that you can rescue me from the darkness
When I am with you I feel safe no longer scared
Even when we are apart I still feel that you’re here
When I am with you I can't stop my smile
I knew what it was from the start
Just to see you I walked six miles
You shot an arrow straight in my heart
I’ll be here for you night and day
But even if I miss you I won't show I’m weak
Even if you hear the stutter in my speech
I’ll brush it off like I always do
Until the next time I see you I will be true
I’ll love you till the sun won't shine
No matter what I’ll be your best friend 
And I'll always be here till the end

Copyright © Stacy Schaefer | Year Posted 2009

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With my head on the pillow I see you in the shadows.
Slipping back into your clothes when all my eyes can do is follow.
My mind starts to wander as you step back into those heels.
The silk touch of your body my hands just want to feel.
I roll to the side where your scent still forms where you stayed.
Then over to the rocking chair where we laughed and played.
I watch you dress and put yourself back to who you are. 
And hold my breath and kiss this star ....

                        ~Mysterious Lady of Soup~~
Reaching for the stars I feel the passion in our eyes.
We lay naked and free as  the moon makes a rise.
Without pushing the boundries on who we are.
We stare at each other without feeling one single scar.
You run your hand over the tightness of my dress.
I cherish every provocative moment as you caress.
You rub your hands up my shoulders and through my hair.
We kiss and say good night as you rock the chair.
I walk away into the shadows of another night,
and kiss the stars as we await morning light...	 

Want to take this time to thank this lovely lady
for taking time out to collab with me again...
xoox Michael


Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011

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i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was 
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve 
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2010

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So here’s the deal:
I’m completely pissed off, but not really-
Really I’m heartbroken and just trying to breathe through the ache in my chest,
But that really has nothing to do with what’s going on does it. 
This is ridiculous.  I hate it. It’s not something I can just fix.
If I could make him forget just by kissing him stupid I would.
However, this is a bit too raw for that.  
It’s like when your fave song comes on and you’re voice begins to break near the end
 because you’re holding back tears.
Nothing really detracts from that feeling of complete abandon.  That’s true for love on both 
Passion when you’re together, battering desperate aching when you’re not.

Now, I enjoy pain. I enjoy the sharp, sweet edge. 
I don’t enjoy this mind numbing pounding.  Like my body is being pulled inside out. 
There is no tearing, no ripping, no cutting, no sharp.  Just dull, stretching emptiness.
There is no joy in that. 
Only the true masochist in me finds something in this.
I don’t like dwelling on that part of me.
I’d rather be sharp. Like when you’re cut by a knife so sharp that it takes a minute for your 
body to register it as pain. 
Sharp. Sweet. Sinfully simple. 

This isn’t what I signed up for. But then, what is?
I love you.
That doesn’t really matter.
Does it. 

Copyright © Satya Tabachnick | Year Posted 2009

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Scene 3 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascillity - Harry's Room

     "Do you know this Young man; Harry?" Yes his name is Kenny. "Where did you meet him?" We went to School Together. "What was the name of the School?" It was umm, I don't recall. " You see Mr. Potter he can't place Faces to his past. He may recognize your face but does not know Why or where. Let's go down to the office now, You can sign the intake papers. "NO no! Chef who won the World Series in 2004??" " World Series that's Baseball right, I should know this, was it the Yankees or the Cardinals??" Mr. Potter you told me yourself ; if he doesn't remember the 2004 World Series then he should be committed" " Chef please Think: surely You haven't forgotten "Ma Rock, Barbara Jean, Liz, or YOUR LIFE, Your Existence, Your FOREVER, Your Wife LENORE"
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock Time stands still for no one, but memories of Time, are never buried 
"Ma Rock, finally a Mother that LOVED Me. Barbara Jean Gorelick, the Woman that Holds my Heart, the POETESS that healed my Broken Heart, Liz, my best student in 12 + years
of teaching, She died in a car accident 2 months before Graduation. LENORE my Most Only beLOVEd, soon we shall join as ONE with our GOD. Dr. Mendelsohnn I'm going Home Where I can be With All I LOVE"

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013

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A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears

Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you

Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand 
I pray

From one another 
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long 
Strong and healthy 
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality 
My love has perished. 

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk 
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Caminaba sola por la orilla del mar, 
Ola tras ola veía como mi pensar navegaba. 
Tu sonrisa imprimida en mi mente, 
Tus palabras siendo repetidas.
De la nada de reojo tu reflejo mire. 
Con emoción volteo para sorprenderme. 
Y vaya que sorpresa.
Quede hechizada con tu belleza. 
Los colores vividos del atardecer simbolizaban mi alegría,
Resplandeciendo hasta terminar el día. 
Caminamos, platicamos y nuevamente
Otra vez nos enamoramos. 
Se hacía tarde y a despedirme iba. 
Cuando a abrazarte me gire, 
En el suelo termine. 
Fue ahí, con almohada en brazos
Que supe que anoche te soñé. 

-Volcán Inactivo 

Copyright © Rahima Espat | Year Posted 2015

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Patrick Kail
Long ago I lost a precious thing that used to lift me up as it lifted burdens shouldered with it's way of 
tender holding .How barren now that what has left it's mark to shame us .Just in a role and this acheless 
rage so apt a trick it lies alone as so in many ways reaching each as it denied us. Tertiary paid in knowledge 
first an icon green so paramount.Strip ped barren now and left us naught but naked thoughts of whats 
spilled a path while denying everything but woe to us the wickedness to whats yet still left so easily still 
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Patrick Kail
Love Fast Run Far 

by James P Kail Wednesday April 17th 2013
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Copyright © jamesp kail | Year Posted 2013

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It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.

Copyright © Deeana Valencia | Year Posted 2012

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They ran laughing
Into the night.
Hand in hand.
Heart in heart.

Twenty-One, and Nineteen.
Forging new pathways,
Skirting danger,
Laughing at the wind.

It took only 
A second,
A heartbeat,
For the driver
To mow them down.

It took only
A second,
A lifetime
For love realized
to be lost.

But years before
He stood next to his father
Who said the choice is yours.

And the proud young man
Checked the box
And signed his name

Not knowing
That the heart
He gave the girl
Would not be
His to give.

Seven hours
Of waiting,

Seven hours
Of holding breaths
And hands,
And the heart
Began to beat


Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013

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Sweet scented rose
Mild and inviting
A soft tease

Spurs of greatness
Flicks of trust
Qualities unveiled

Skin as sheen
Lips as crimson
Eyes so dazzling

Cheeks as velvet
Voice as silk
Feet as low pad

Inner beauty
Free spirited
A gentle deer

The calm of the sea
My gift of shells
The ties of love

A random page
In my book of life
It begun with her

A refreshing breath
She is Obaa Yaa
My love story…

 © Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012

Copyright © Victoria Nunoo | Year Posted 2012

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A cup of coffee
It all started with
I asked her
To give me a treat
She nodded and
We sat down
I stared at her eyes
They were enticing brown
Her beautiful hair style
Or her alluring smile
I was getting attracted
She was ordering meanwhile
`Two cups of coffee’ 
`With some salty dish’
I interrupt 
She asked ,
`Is this combo not abrupt??’
`So much of sweetness in 
Your company and coffee!!’
I smartly answered
`Coffee is yet to come’
She wondered
I started flirting
She never opposed
She smiled 
She laughed
I touched her hand 
She turned red as rose
We finished our coffee
She paid the bill
We took a walk
Beside the hill
Both felt the breeze
We crossed the crease
I leaned towards her
And gave her a kiss
She closed her eyes
As if she was ready 
For the surprise 
I was Amazed
As she gifted me twice
This wouldn't happened
If it was not started
With a cup of coffee
I am about to get a girlfriend
I am so happy 

Copyright © Atish Yadav | Year Posted 2015

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Where did all the romance go? That once was so long ago That special kind so honest, fresh and innocent Expressions from the heart of what is really meant Let me point out a boy in particular then That other someone from way back when He was very athletic and really sweet He lived close by, just down the street Here are some of his qualities That seemed so romantical to me Like calling the local radio station To play a special song dedication Knowing he didn’t have very long He ran over to dance with me to the song And all those nights he climbed that tree Up to my bedroom window to visit with me Inspired with competition like winning a race To let everyone know he would be first place He really did run track and with every ribbon won He gave them all to me with his deepest affection Some of you may already know That I must be referring to Joe He was the one most romantical So where did all the romance go? These days no longer see it here Is it lost or hiding inside somewhere? I tend to think the boy inside will always know He feels the romance just no longer lets it show If happiness starts with one’s self with in Finding true love should have some romancing True love and devotion does exist I know Except the actual process can be slow Especially with romance lack – sooooo Just where did all the romance go? Our time on earth is very quick Are you waiting to get hit with a happy stick? So from reminiscing about the yesteryear lad Please don’t lose that romantic nature you once had You will find out that it’s not so bad And even discover you are more than glad So listen to your inner self and be like Joe And please don’t let all the romance go Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2012

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 Some folks always follow the winner 

 I didn't even have the courage 
To tell you how you made me feel 
Your laughter 
Your body language 
Way back then, 
A wall flower. 

you thought that I weren't good enough 
Undeveloped beauty 

Now, Virtuousness, 
I am blooming; 

People always follow the winner

Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2012

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                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Little Preshy Preshy trying to impress hidden fresh buttons
So down to earth i could pick you up even if i fumble
You sister hood my hood-ness in me till my ears turn into functions
You child a sister with a train of smiles that bottle passion

In birth you must have had piles and styles of 
life's appreciated stanzas in all poetic judgments
I bow before your spirit, for you Queen your surroundings with pounds of outstanding heart flames 
Love should give you unexpected roses not stains
This poem is a gift i long to plant in your gifted chest believe me
Though words can never paint your born day in fine art sickness,
its my remedy
The world is field with smiley diseases of felonies

Take a flight to nowhere and return with more clans that know your temple
Press the birth button while killing fears
Impress Isabel with a doorbell for she cleans her heart with smiles far from cooler bags
Your circle is shielded by hugs and lipsticks
Impress Isabel with a doorbell for she cleans her heart with smiles not illegal favors 
Let Preshy Preshy row before her words start drilling bad manners in your day 
Happy day

(c) Raymond Ngomane

A dedication to Isabel's Birthday

Preshy Preshy : A nickname given to girls named Precious.

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2014

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He was all fired up he had it all figured out this was it, the end of us "I need my space" or so he thought until she entered the room dressed totally different to what is “her norm” a black dress with high heels legs that go on forever, he almost walked into the bathroom door mouth hanging open "Err did you go to work like that?" he asked “Yep of cause I did, I always do,"was her reply Uhm, it's the first time I see you dressed like that Nonchalantly while getting rid of her clothes she replied, “Well now if you more at home and less "at work" You’ll see me more in my work attire then in my pajamas” Gawking at her scanty underwear, He saw her swing her hips as she left the room Confucius Joe was left behind, feeling less desperate for space and more a need for closeness

Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2012

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My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home
To be once again in her arms and embrace her too
I knew what was coming 
I never wanted to let her go
Stability is so fragile 
Stability breaks with a word
Her mind state is a dark world
All alone she decided I'm not to follow
I could see she wanted to cry
Inside we both had many times

To be not good for a person
Is impossible when even in this outcome
Her presence makes me smile naturally
The talk of the future
The talk of ifs and maybes
Doesn't matter to me
I know what I have now
I know how to be happy again
Can you not see?
My life is with you
No matter what I choose
No matter what it is you do
My dream is to be make you happy too

Sitting in my car returning the way I came 
Over an hour to drive home
Easily felt like it was over two
The cd player in my car was purposely loud
Covering the sound from my phone
To my right an accident had occurred
Firemen and ambulances calming the situation
Shards of metal and glass strewn on the road
To my shock I felt nothing for the devastation
My only aim was to get back home

My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home

Copyright © Gordon Joe Orton Kyle Ralston | Year Posted 2011

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Running down the Valley
And the script cant lie at all 
The fasting sun rises
The harder the fall
It aint fair
It isn’t the end 
But to forgive me 
Is the pain you cannot mend
To put it in your shoes
And you remain strong 
Im weak
Cause for me this road 
Is no dead end 
And this useless blood I leak 
Red roses and violent skies cannot retrieve 
What has been lost 
And im stuck in grief 
Believe me when I say Im sorry
Acknowledge my pain
Cause too many tears have dropped
Too many shed like rain 
Left me in vain
And here I stand hopeless
Just another chance
And ill put your needs in focus
Like the bright eyes of a locus
I merely adopted the heart ache 
Like you my best friend
But your moving on 
Put me aside and lets pretend
All I needed was a hand
To hold me at my worst
Wings to raise me at my weakest
Forever I stand
A man with no plan

Copyright © Nate Callas | Year Posted 2013

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The first time I ever, ever fell in love was my ride on a bus
She was so small with blond hair, and blue eyes, I smiled
She let me sit right beside her because I was small just like her
I saw her unique qualities and never once questioned it
At that age it was all innocence and it was very true
Once we grew she and I went on our own way, she got big
I stayed the same size and that was a change, weird I thought
But I experience it again; I guess it was when I grew 
I grew a little bit bigger and I bulked up before the girls eyes
I played sports and did a whole lot of exercise
I remember the feeling I went through that day, she help me
She held my feet to the grown as I did my sit-ups, up and down
Coed was that day, and the day became months, she picked me
She had brown hair at that time, and green blue eyes
She was smiting over me, as I remember her standing by my side
She rubs my shoulder as if to get my attention and she did
Then we grew apart, because she moved away
I had many doubts about love, those days it was hormones
Kicking wild and fearlessly out, boys freak out
I just could not understand, why is this happening to me
Then the education came and it all explained, I always turned red
Every time a girl passed my heart raced, awe! I focused on sports
That made it better, but in all sports there girls in them, Oh! No!
The feeling came again when I was assigned to a team Co-Ed
She frolicked around me to show her worth and giggled
Like I had asked her to do such a thing, but she knew 
She hung on me around the track, and sat by me by the bus
I tried to ignore her and she looked at me and laughed
She joined this club with friends, pointing at me
He's my boyfriend, I did not know I had been claimed
Her eyes brown just like mine, and hair that’s black
She fought girls away, she was possessive
And one day she left, I got a letter saying bye
She was moving  to a different state, no feeling of no regret
My teenage years I was asked to go to a dance
I ignored her and days she asked me out
Oh! Boy! She was not going to give up
Another dance came and I was cornered in the gym by her friends
They gave me a note to meet her by the elementary school
By the gate, don’t be late they said, through rain, through hail
I road my bike into town, I was soaked and cold, but their she was
By the gate this skinny teenage girl, same as me very wet
The sun came out and we played in park, got dried and time passed
With no regret we met several times and she became my first kiss

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015

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A lonely boy sits beneath a willow tree
He stares at the glistening stars above him
Pen in hand 
And feelings on paper
He thinks about a specific girl

The laughs and the smiles
They are unforgettable
“She makes me happy”
He writes

The tears and the heartache 
They come too easily
“I will protect her with my life”
He writes

The mistakes and bad decisions
They are only moments away
“I want only the best for her”
He writes

The lonely nights and terrible days
They appear to be constant
“I will be there for her whenever, wherever, and always”
He writes

He writes, he writes, he writes
He writes until his pages are filled with black ink
Until his pen cannot take another stroke
Until his paper has run out

He writes, he writes, he writes
He writes until he is out of words
Until love isn’t meaningful enough
Until he himself is drained of emotion

He writes, he writes, he writes
He writes because she is his world
She is his life
She is his everything

Copyright © Tatianna Leachet | Year Posted 2016

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Steal the Kiss, By Wily Means

She had just turned 17 and I had loved her since she was fifteen!
She had long, long dark brown hair, was prettier than newborn pups and had a smile that melted my heart!
Softest voice in the world and a genuine love for caring for others!
I was a year younger and very shy but we had over that two year time talked often .
I could tell she liked me but I was too afraid to mess it up by going too far too fast.
And there it is folks, that 'ole fear that holds so many back--fear of rejection and/or of messing up a good thing. When one thinks the treasure is or could be theirs one day they are careful not to blow things. And often being too damn careful is the culprit that blows it all to hell.

As things progressed(ever so slowly) I noticed this gorgeous girl had no boyfriend and had turned down cold those that had boldly asked her out ! That had to be a sign she had somebody else on her mind!
To play it safe I began a long range plan . To get the curious cat I told her I had two big secrets I could never tell anyone in the world! I brought this up every time we talked and finally she started asking me to tell her!

That was exactly what I wanted yet I played it out a few weeks more. Until finally I knew she was bursting to find out.
My Pandora plan had worked like a charm.She was in a tizzy to find out those secrets!
Then the time came.. We were alone in her backyard, no soul about other than we two. I mentioned my secrets again.
 She begged me to please confide in her. 

Thats when I did it , tripped the trigger so to speak. I boldly declared it will cost you for me to tell.
Without missing a beat she asked , cost me what?
Eureka! I knew the bait had been taken ! I then very shyly said it is embarrassing for me to say what. She persisted . 
I then said , ok, will cost you a kiss! She was surprised but took it in stride. She then said ok, if thats all I'll do it! 
But only if you tell me the big secrets. I agreed to that and suddenly she planted a big one right on my lips,
putting a lot into it as she hugged me !
Like finding a pot of gold, I was suddenly a billionaire in love..
Then it came-- what are those secrets?
I smiled and said this, first one is -"I have been desperately wanting to kiss you for two long years"!
She laughed and then asked, "and the second secret is"?
I came back with this, "and I was wondering if it would as great as I imagined it would be"!
"Well, was it she shot back"? I could only nod like a red-face young fool. 

She was floored methinks. She blushed and then came the sweetest gift of all. She grabbed me and kissed me long and hard!
She then laughed and said, " I have been waiting for you to make the first move for a long, long time. What took you so long"?

Thats when it hit me, fear of losing, fear of rejection sho' makes a lot of people lose out on a lot of time! Time that could have been put to much better use!

Later that day I apologized for my tricking her into the kissing deal.
She then shocked me by her reply.
"I was sure it was something about you and me, most likely that you wanted for us to be a couple, go steady or yes even kiss. 
I played along(--get this folks--) because I did not dare act too fast with you because I did not want to lose a good thing"!
Thats when I found out, when it comes to love , the gals are light-years ahead of we guys yet even they succumb to fear!

Fear can be a good thing but far too often it holds us back. Facing that fear and conquering it should be a well practiced policy
in life. Lucky for me that I later put that all to good use. As I had a great longing to date "almost" every beautiful and sexy gal I met ..
But that story is for another day.

Note: As promised from my first narrative here is the one about the stolen kiss.
I use the word stolen  but really it was only a bit of wily planning on my part..
Later found out the pretty gal was smarter than I on this stuff..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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   I saw this picture and it reminded me of many great and endless thoughts, dreams, wishes, but mainly my old life and how much more fun it could be now that I am older.
   If life used to be that beautiful and spontaneous why the hell did I let it ever end. Not just the girl- not even the girl. That passion for life, for the smallest thing t hat I take for granted now. On the picture it says love or lust.  
   Why not loving lust-lusting for love. Waking up in the morning laughing for no reason and having an adventure every day. I feel like I went to sleep eight years ago and I am just now slowly waking up.
   Better late than never.. to be honest this picture helped my self-induced coma. I simply felt that if I let myself feel for the person in the picture the way I did and things turned out the way they did. Well it kind of made me an ass....It also made me appreciate things that I never would have. I'll  be the first to admit that it is been way overdue. When I see this photo now I just smile and it reminds me that I am capable of whatever I want. I miss that feeling and I can' t believe I let it take this long. Any way, I am ready for a new life; I am not sure what is in front of me, but I am ready to find out.Ten years later she came back and we were engaged to marry but karma didn't agree
                Though when i  wake, I
                                always  smile you see.                                                                                                     

Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2016

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Chanel  #5

	She was immersed in a shallow
Dialogue with the guy—next—door.
	A distant conversation,
Mingling with his heart, his senses.
	Her “fake” pheromones
Brought him in to an all new ecstasy.
	This brings us to the synopsis,
About the pheromone phenomenon.
	Deceit and lies barbed her
Surreptitious, razor- edged tongue.
	Told in dissembled words,
Concealed only by many falsifications.
 	Her fragrance brought
On intrigue as of a sweet libation.
	Leading for a possible
Affinity that was from the start.
	She breaths life in to him,
As they allocate their yet lone salivas’.
	Life was better with her,
He cannot live as well without her.
	She is the girl of his dreams,
Every night, still in his unwaking dreams.
	Oh,  Chanel seems
To still turn quite a few heads.

Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein

Copyright © Travis Klein | Year Posted 2016

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If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away my wings would carry me,
My destination not known!
If I could fly, I’d capture all of the Sun’s rays.
Up and away!
What a sight to see with such a grand milestone!
If I could fly, 
I would always look below.
Down and deep!
My eyes focused only on you.
My journey’s still unknown.
If I could fly, I’d stay on top with memories buried to keep.
Down and deep!
What an experience just to fly through!
Such a waste without you!

If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection.
Soaring with pride!
My life achieved.
My destination excluding restrictions!
If I could fly, I’d forever remember this glide.
Soaring with pride!
What a thought to preconceive.
Such bright reflections!
If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away I would go only with you.
My destination remaining incognito!
If I could fly, I’d want to stay up and away!
What an incredible zone just to pass through!
Such a magnificent plateau!
If I could fly, I’d fly only for you!

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Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010