Love
Topic Sentence: The one thing that poisons and endangers love, has always been the test of time.
For the stars shine bright,
On the loneliest of nights
To Give way a passage to Thee
The love I fear is somewhere near and dear to me
As my heart skips a beat,
Yours takes a seat,
Upon my idled thrown
And the flowers you bring, wilder than the wildest flowers ever grown
And if it weren’t for your smile,
Which stole my heart for a while,
Then your burden would have taken and heartened me
But alas this is love,
From the sweetest of all kingdoms and heavens above,
And none can deter me
From thee
Though love can be cruel,
Your love has been true
Open arms, filled with only warmth is what you have given me
Like a mother’s hug, as I remember it now, I can see it so vividly
And if life had been fair
Then my heart would not tear
And our love would have perfect symmetry
But a long-full sleep took you from me
For what felt like a century
And now you return
For the love you have earned
So I’ll go with you silently
But never forget, for our love,
how dangerous time can be
When she was three, my daughter got a doll
and took her to bed with her every night.
And she'd rarely leave it out of her sight,
they were inseparable, I recall.
Around five, she named her doll Annabel
and would host tea parties for her best friend.
But only they were allowed to attend,
an elite and selective clientele.
When she became a teenager, she placed
Annabel, on a shelf in her bedroom.
But she kept moving her to make more room,
and eventually, she was misplaced.
One day I was cleaning out the attic,
and I found Annabel in an old trunk.
And I rescued her from that trunk of junk,
knowing my daughter would be ecstatic.
My daughter was so overjoyed to see
her lost doll Annabel; she held back tears.
And to see them together after years
of separation was touching for me.
I wanted but to write
In blindness and in sight,
A poem for nobody to read,
Except my Annabel Lee, indeed .
A poem she won't place on her bookshelf,
A poem not for her mother to see,
A poem to keep only to herself,
A love poem to my Annabel Lee.
I wanted to write to her a letter
Of strength, of courage.
I can't be sure I'll say it better
Or my words of love will be average.
A letter that will make my beloved smile
A letter that will draw me close from miles.
A letter that will make time fly so fast
She will feel that the present is the past...
I wanted but to write
In blindness and in sight,
In words out of the question,
In the depth of delight,
In pure feelings of affection,
A poem of attention.
A letter that in history has never been
A letter that in mystery will never be seen;
A poem for only her to see,
A poem to my Annabel Lee.
But because I favor to live
Persistence is what I don't have;
And because I am in quandary,
Not to write to her is my only boundary.
Alone she waits for him
Alive or dead she waits
Anxious down to her soul
As the war ebbs and flows
All thoughts of victory
Any bright tomorrows
Arouse most painful dread
August, 2016
For Contest Pleiades
gLOWING HAIR
pure pearl teeth
pure deep faith
The most beautiful woman
I have ever seen
in all my stay
on this earth.
Clear opal sparkeling
eyes
eyelashes long real and
perfect.
Lips indescribably perfect
curved beneath
an awesome nose
face as soft as
cotton
Her voice is as birds
of her frame
I can not write
No words can describe
In Mr. Gods house
her aura shines
and reaches all like the S u n
Deep in the closet where there is a dusty old shoebox
I take it out carefully.....lift the lid off
Inside the shoebox is my beautiful Annabel
Annabel is my Christmas present of
fifty years ago
My "sleeping doll" Annabel
Annabel has beautiful blue eyes,which are
closed when she`s sleeping
Poor Annabel now she can just close one eye
Annabel had beautiful yellow curls,now there
are no curls left
The curls are brushed away
One of the arms are almost torned off
but it`s there yet
Annabel how much fun and joy we had
How good it was for me,you were my best friend
Memories of the time we had together,make me
feel a tear on my cheek
I ask myself.....is it really that long ago
.... Annabel so beautiful you are
Sleep well Annabel
A-L Andresen :)
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O Caroline,
Your lips are so divine.
That, I wish I were the rose,
You kissed and left for the crows.
For, flawless I would be beneath the tip,
Of your sweet tasting lip.
O Caroline, answer me or is that even your name,
Or did you change it to Annabel, just to put this love ever rising to shame.
O Caroline, O Annabel,
Whichever is fine, as long as my heart doesn’t dwell.
On this Rose you kissed and left to decay,
To the beaks of these, crows to sway away.
Any way, she makes my heart beat pure.
No one loves her like me I’m sure.
Nothing will make me act in this way,
Apart from this little one having all the say!
Believe when I tell you she is a pain.
Engulfed with “snot”, however this is her reign!
“Listen Dad!” (I have to, or she’ll drive me insane)!
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