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Peace Dove
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THE DOVE DOES FLY AWAY
by Lee Sr., James Edward
Dove
by Roper, Eve
Mourning Dove
by Sands, Heidi
The Dove
by Miller, George D.
Pure like a dove
by Pandit, Vijay
DOVE OUT MY WINDOW
by Gauthier, Line
Sing Like A Dove
by Sinha-Roy, Subimal
An Angel's Dove
by Loo, Laura
In The Name Of Dove -With Ram R V
by McGreavy, Maureen
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Never ever shame a woman
for the fire in her soul
still your fear that you're unable
to give that which makes her whole
Never ever shame a woman
for the fierceness of her love
when she wants to subjugate you
she's an eagle, not your dove
Never ever shame a woman
for her raging burning need
to take in that which inflames her
bond and let her soul be freed
Never ever shame a woman
for insatiable desire
use your all to give and please her
be a man and stoke her fire
Never ever shame a woman
for her sensual appetite
primal cravings that possess her
give her reign at day or night
Never ever shame a woman
when she moans in ecstasy
do not force her into silence
let her voice her fantasy
Never ever shame a woman
for her wanton sultry way
thank the heavens that she's able
to bring passion into play
Never ever shame a woman
for the pleasure that she craves
be a man and strive to sate her
for this act her honor saves
Eileen Manassian
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017
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""Child's Play""
You go down like rain,
A wishing star in disguise,
You scream bloody murder
-the perfect two face disgrace
Your lips forever stain and reside with Benedict A
Your eyes hide the truth, like a lost domain in space
Darling, that will never cut what bleeds from a mother's heart
My precious doll, your feathers are mourning like a flightless dove
Is this to be love, standing there while I fall apart
Our younger years, display nothing but love,
Like the wonder years, you will remain more precious than a gem
From one betrayal to another, a heart colder than winters zone
That never counts as failure, when it comes to unconditional love
Darling, the pain and secrets were never yours to absorb alone
"My sweet darling, Let me hold you once more!"
My beautiful girl, the nights grow random like sin
Your mind's fast at switching grapes on a vine
Fault, from a mother to son, too much exposure from the sun
Insanity and sin remain, from a mother to her daughter
Soaking in salt that protects me from a loaded gun
A shameful way to sunbathe your skin like a shooting star
My beautiful daughter, you put my heart behind bars
My dearest cry baby, you're all grown up these days
Sweetheart, I don't see you going home
These towels will not dry
The feeling of fresh flowers from the center core
Your man-made drama spreads through every walkway
Allowing darkness to reach the floor
-- Once again the sun, has revealed your Judas like tan
Your tears have flowed, one too many times
Here we are, covering every bruise
Raising every brow in hope everything's gone
Darling, no one will love you like I do
I whisper your name and wish life had nothing to misplace
Sweet darling, your eyes are rolling dice
A low roll of dominoes misleading everyone the wrong way
This time I can't cover your mistake with a blanket,
My little darling, you have gone too far
Your paper dolls aren't cutting smiles from this frown
I've always known your the Iscariot,
Selling your soul for a mere quarter
These tears were never yours to sell for at the end
Our sins will have more weight than a thousand pounds of amber
My beautiful darling, I forgive you every day,
I want you to know, I'm Sorry about the things I had to enunciate
I don't understand how easily you trampled our bed of roses
Carrying over the moon in your treason white gown
Darling, Mommy wants you to understand
The voice of reason was for your own good
The knife in my back is rusted
The father clock continues to stand still
Sweet child, the allusion you left behind faded long ago
Contradicting your life with your infamous pretty face logo
My dearest cry baby!
Why the tan lotion, where's your sense of guilt?
Is this another game of child's play?
Darling, it's time to put them toys away
"My Sweet Darling, I need to hold you once more."
By: PD
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
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Lullabies through tear filled eyes
It's truly, love at first sight
The bond is forged and galvanized
To hold forever tight
Each time you needed a hand
She always had one free
From then on, when in demand
As soft as she needed to be
No sacrifice was too great
A patient answer to every, "why?"
That look when you came home late
When you didn't come home, she'd cry
As flowers begin to crumble
your eyes look tired and hands so frail
Breaks my heart to see you stumble
as tears fall with your skin so pale
No one can ever take your place
nor replace your angelic love
Your life is full of prestige grace
precious beauty like a white dove
Mum's sweet words flow like a fountain
such wisdom will always live on
Her love conquers the highest mountain
fills me with pride to be her son
July 4 2017
Collaboration By Daniel Turner and Silent One
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
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In a world where hearts ignore compassionate cries.
Acts of kindness become rare, so empathy dies.
As human nature loses the skill to listen,
his mission is to help every smile to glisten.
He needs no theme song to introduce his name,
nor has a desire to reach Hollywood fame.
No x-ray vision nor bionic power,
he can't read minds nor move the Eiffel tower.
His tongue is an olive branch forming peaceful words,
most beautiful soul whose heart can conquer swords.
When sorrow calls and heartache leaves the mind in knots,
his sincere voice will calm those tormented thoughts.
The tenderness of his fingertips will soothe dark scars,
as the heart heals, it will illuminate like stars.
He sees no difference between a dove or pigeon,
his humble heart spreads love like a religion.
He is not the sandman, but he can help bring dreams,
he has no halo, but his love flows like streams.
His life is like a cherry blossom bud full of grace,
a butterfly who doesn't belong in this place.
In his quest he sacrifices his own pain,
aware his emotions are like sandcastles in rain.
He knows death awaits, but his empathy bleeds,
continuing to inspire, ignoring his own needs.
The Silent One
18 November 2017
Example for HERO contest
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017
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Melting sorrows drift toward tomorrow
when sounds dance in hushed irrelevance.
Sacred seconds are held in creation's tawny yolk
as crystal waves of wind bid farewell to this day's fate.
A single dove darts through cinnamon plumes
in one last dance through heavens gate.
With ageless dreams bathed in honey gold
it wings its way in graceful sway.
How fleeting life might slip from sight
when passion yearns for its beholder.
Reminders linger in the dusk
of mysteries lost and treasures plundered.
I stand this post as infinity spills across the sky
and wonder fills the trueness of my heart...
07/20/2018
Dusk or Dawn Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
First Place 08/02/2018
Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2018
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I sit here and ponder the days that have past
The many loves that I had, that just didn’t last.
One really sticks out, wish I had another chance
Treating her so differently, I’d show her romance.
I loved once a man, who just wanted to play
At being romantic .life was just foreplay.
Thought a kiss would be enough for his turtle dove
Not thinking about feelings, whether I wanted love.
We would start a family, having a baby or two
We’d live on the hillside, with a beautiful view,
We’d grow old together in the home that we build
Giving my life meaning, I’d be so fulfilled.
He now thinks that he wants me, I am the one
to fill up his heart to make me his own.
Promising me a home on a hillside with a view
Yet he hasn’t vowed that he would be true.
I’d hold her and cherish her til the day we depart
I’d profess to her my love and give her my heart
Romantic nights on that hill gazing up at the moon
Our days filled with laughter, frolicking in the lagoon
Sure he now promises me love for ever after
A life of joy, happiness and full of laughter
On that hillside we’d sit, watching the world go by,
A family, two dogs at our feet, kissing loneliness goodbye.
Penned by Tim Smith and Seren
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.
Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.
This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.
The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.
A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.
Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.
The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.
At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.
I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.
The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.
Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009
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I followed one day a spring breeze at play.
It seemed not to know where to go.
And aimlessly, I - like a butterfly -
meandered with it to and fro.
Among bright blue bells, it tired a spell.
Recovering, it picked up speed.
Alongside a rill, I ran with a thrill
just to know where the breeze might lead.
My heart filled with song as I danced along,
careening through meadows of green.
And then the breeze dove into a large grove,
the loveliest I’d ever seen.
No longer a breeze, it whipped around trees.
It whistled while beckoning me,
and as it passed through where tall redwoods grew,
I was following, wild and free.
In that beautiful place, it changed its pace
and got stronger, for the breeze goes
where sturdy trees thrive. I felt so alive!
I have been to where the wind blows.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears,
jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove.
Jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love,
pleaded you are my everything, remember me.
Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove,
suffering from crushed love hangover agony.
Pleaded you are my everything, remember me,
will a time come when you tell me that you love me?.
Suffering from crushed love hangover agony,
cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea.
Will a time come when you tell me that you love me?.
asked do you know where your going to with my heart?
Cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea,
hoping for this good morning heartache to depart.
Asked do you know where your going to with my heart?
Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly?
Hoping for this good morning heartache to depart,
wished one shining moment would save her destiny.
Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly?
Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life.
Wished one shining moment would save her destiny,
but his reflections only caused her further strife.
Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life,
ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender,
but his reflections only caused her further strife,
said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender.
Ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender.
Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain.
Said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender,
she burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain.
Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
She burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain.
Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears.
Silent One
31 March 2018
Challenged by Mike Gentile to write a pantoum with song titles by Diana Ross.
This is a pantoum uses 21 song titles by Diana Ross. Song titles are listed below and highlighted in bold in the poem.
The poem has 12 syllables and rhymes, which are not pantoum requirements, but increases the challenge.
Ain't no mountain high enough
Endless love
Baby love
stop in the name of love
I'm still waiting
Do you know where you're going to
I'm coming out
Touch me in the morning
My old piano
It's my turn
When you tell me that you love me
good morning heartache
chain reaction
reflections
remember me
surrender
all of my life
you are everything
love hangover
upside down
one shining moment
The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018
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Your Look of Precious Love
Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest,
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove,
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above.
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!
When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 05, 2014 (Petrarchan Sonnet)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014
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Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.
Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.
Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu
For my heart.
I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.
I remember the wood from the wood
The water from the water
And manifold items from jungle alleys
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.
I remember the constant match
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.
I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?
Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.
Oh, mother loving woman
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2009
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I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.
Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,
I share no love with anyone.
The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.
While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.
Copyright © Mike Ruff | Year Posted 2006
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Love Justice made me wrest you from her bed
It’s right for you to lie with me instead
For you were mine before she came to be
A prowling threat to our felicity
My broken heart cries…JUSTICE!
It’s meant for me to ravish you tonight
To give you pain as well as sheer delight
I love you still and yet your heart must pay
For shameless way you gave my love away
My wounded pride cries...JUSTICE
And here you are inside my bed of love
I’ve bound you up, no more a gentle dove
I take revenge on body and your soul
Enslaved, you yield to dominatrix role
My passion mad cries…JUSTICE
I take from you: I take, I take, I take
Each pleasure filled, I writhe and make you quake
I kiss, caress, and taste in wanton might
Your eyes ablaze, your fervor I ignite
My vengeful soul cries…JUSTICE
And all the while I hear you gasp MY name
In ecstasy my spoils of war I claim
You beg forgiveness as you helpless lie
I satiate my needs; fulfilled I sigh
My hungry need cries…JUSTICE
This tryst was meant to teach you lover's pain
You bear the marks of love that is insane
I slash your bonds and fall in your embrace
For I have seen the wonder in your face
Relieved am I, for I have tasted JUSTICE!
For Justin Bordner’s Love Justice Contest
January 18, 2015
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
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You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing,
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...
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You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy
But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the Eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh, how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...
A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
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Come and see the tiny baby,
sleeping on a bed of straw.
The angels came and sang His praises,
and shepherds watched in silent awe.
Come and see who's in the temple,
listening to the rabbis teach;
a twelve year old who asks them questions,
His wisdom is beyond their reach.
"Come and see," said John The Baptist,
"The Lamb of God sent from above.
On Him the Father sent His Spirit,
it came down on Him like a dove."
"Come and see," insisted Andrew,
when he found Simon by the sea.
"I believe we've found Messiah.
Drop your nets and come with me."
"Come and see", cried out the woman,
"The man who told me all I'd done.
He said He'd give me living water.
Could He be the Holy One?"
Come and see this man called Jesus.
He heals the sick, the blind, the lame.
Even demons are subject to Him.
Those He touches are never the same.
Come and see this Jewish Rabbi,
as He teaches on the hill.
The crowds are spellbound by His message,
He teaches them about God's will.
Come and see the righteous anger,
of the man from Galilee.
See Him cleanse the crowded temple,
of the merchants and their greed.
Come and see the Lord at prayer,
in the garden on His knees.
Sweating drops of blood in anguish,
God's will be done is what He pleads.
Come and see the man betrayed,
by His own disciple's kiss.
Sold for thirty silver coins,
by a traitor in His midst.
Come and see the suffering servant,
hands and feet nailed to the cross.
Hear Him say, "Father, forgive them,"
as His friends weep for their loss.
Come and see, His tomb is empty.
See, the stone has been rolled away.
The Son of God has conquered death,
He has risen from the grave.
Come and see the risen Savior,
See and touch His nail-pierced hands.
Hear Him say, "Go preach the gospel,
to every nation, every land."
Come and see, men, women, children,
Jesus is the Life, the Truth, the Way,
to peace and joy and life everlasting.
Believe in Him without delay.
Entered in Richard Lamoureux's Battle of the Honorable Mentions Contest
written 2008
entered in Anthony Slausen's "Jesus" contest
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016
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In your beauty, striking jewels within your light
If I where to go into another world
Searching behind each and every fold
Wrapped up inside my mind
There is a never ending vision, of thought
Over half of it one forgets
in a short space me not
Flowering time one stands out striking
It draws from the gentle wishing well
inside the rainbow colors her
all shades of a promise
sprinkling softly in her mist
The heart began singing music to me
as the soul saw your guiding light
I would never break your heart love
one silent promise, made into oneself
at that very moment in time
I felt it
so very special
remembering the sweet pretty birds in song
Magic capturing that very moment
our souls inside out sharing
When the heart fell at your feet
it was truly amazing
You're my dove wings
sweetly touching
Flying this heart deeply in love
with your peace the drunken spirit is floating
intoxicated in your space
falling softy emotions swoon
Savoring feelings explode outside reality
your amazing beautiful in my eyes
dazzling the mirrors of dream
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
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A PLACE OF DELIGHT
The nature renders its divine allure
with summers warmth and beauty to adore.
Enclosed reflections of the sky so pure
to feel the past, and times of calm restore.
The gentle breeze caresses aspen trees
with trembling rustle of its tender leaves,
the soothing sound of silent sighs appease,
release from tempest thoughts as calmness heaves.
Afar in the distance a cooing dove,
beyond a lake that sparkles with a gleam,
With wagtails and robins flying above
A haven to cherish a scenic dream.
My minds at rest from thoughts of hectic plight
my cabin’s freedom, my place of delight.
July 2nd, 2018
T.J Grén
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2018
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little Rock
Doves at my feet
Imploring eyes watch
as I eat and I will share my
lunch with you not
shoo you away
like others do
for I recognize
your tam'ed nature
Am greatly pained by your
fallen stature Dovecotes kept since
Ancient times Now you're persecuted
for our crimes Considered dirty flying vermin
Might I suggest a different sermon Giving Praise
To Thee Dear Dove our oldest symbol of Peace and Love
in times of war you have served us well For our men you flew
and fell Honored couriers meritorious saving lives on wings glorious
not just for your flight to flourish But by your eggs and meat to
nourish Been kept for sport and even pet Pigeons are Doves we do
forget sporting the same flute like coo and
head bobbing meet-cute "How do you do?"
************************ One and The same as famed in fable ********
Ordained therein by King Eagle
"...your name shall be used, dear Dove
as long as the world shall last, for Love" Of
course of course we are all mortal yet you are
birds above and moral Models of monogamy and
doting parents Bonded family and lucky for us City
dwellers amid the chaos you little fellers happily our
Birds of Peace break bread with us on our streets
In The Name Of Dove!
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017
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there is a path leading to a journal of time,
it reveals beauty within verses of fine rhyme-
it shields her pain when she desires her lost love,
and releases her sorrow like an ivory turtle dove.
her quill meets her parchment and it lingers,
creating beauty with her right hand fingers-
no keyboard is what she longed to use,
when writing with passion, following her muse.
old fashioned writing was just her lovely style,
for she knew not of contemporary saved files-
she knew she desired to express with a pen,
and she used a colored pencil every now and then.
she was just eleven when she began to journal,
and she knew from then on writing would be eternal-
her hobby became her passion in her youth,
as she quills on parchment...all these verses of truth.
August 6, 2017
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017
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When I feel alone
a gypsy soul without a home
When nobody 's there
with warmth to share
When rattling rains are all I hear
I close my eyes and take a ride
On sugar-coated clouds
I travel far to where you are.
Far from a frosty afternoon
One step closer to the moon.
I fly up high to a blue -black sky
Removing Her with all my might.
I push away the lady in today
To seek and find a happy child
A happy girl that's trapped in me
Still wanting to break free.
A girl who lives inside
Still struggling to survive.
I close my eyes and take a ride
One step closer to the music
that's playing on my mind.
Closer to late- fireworks
burning in the night.
An orchestra in concerto
and a piano by my side.
I fly up high to a blue black sky
I dance above with the prince of love
With wide-spread wings just like a dove.
These waiting cheeks
These open arms
Young Ballerina waltzing
On a Ballroom of spumed stars.
Just a fantasy song inspired by the movie Lalaland.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017
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Catching sight of unwanted reflection
through my eyes I observe my murky mind
lifeless, inactive, defying action
just a blank canvas, raw, pure, unrefined,
desire to inject substantial color
inspired pastels to brighten the darkness
eyes opaque though restrict light, much duller
impulses, brain requesting less Starkness,
my poor mind is without shape or structure
until my thoughts turn to the one I love
blissful images, colorful picture
changing this abyss, no more mourning dove,
she changes my thinking without restraints
such beautiful colors my mind she paints.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018
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The heavy fog slowly lifts in places
Open patches of spring delight and resounds
The look-out crow caws, joyous news abounds
As rooster's crows lands in hollow spaces
The rising sun warms pale skin with graces
Awareness of a stillness settles around
Coo of the dove seems to calm and propounds
Thoughts surface above the calm, one races
Wildlife has no idea of what's ahead
They know not that storms could come and flood nests
Dens, wreck havoc, seal their fate, end life's joy
Humans bounce singing there's nothing to dread
Weak, untested in the fire, growths arrest
One incident will probably destroy
Finis'
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2018
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The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
our summer days came to an end.
We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
your spirit soared. You had to fly.
My earthbound soul will bear its grief
severed from you on mortal reef;
but returning from yonder shore,
your love in waves will wash me o'er.
You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
yet, from across the great divide
your voice to me in dreams confides.
No, I think not that dreams they are;
but communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
to know and love you once again.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
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As time flows gently by and we grow old in each other's arms
Sailing away on our memories each rising sun seems brighter
I love the way you look at me forever young like in our teenager years
Holding the limelight of an adoring beauty captivates the soul supreme
Your eyes still shine with the sparkle of diamond blue skies
Each passing new moon our destiny beyond the milky way beckons
I love you most of all, it's no lie
Faraway in a universal dream fulfilled
Not only my lover, you were my best friend too
United under one flag upon the fig tree a dove sings
Every minute I think about what we have done together
Such blessings embrace even the smallest dewdrop kisses
Our love for each other has always been true touched by your divine presence
An offerings laid before your temple kneels adoringly
Can you remember the song that was our ballad royal
When we danced cheek to cheek breathing within your air
Only then in a silent warm closeness breathless whispers
Did I believe in you who skipped inside each heartbeat
Realizing in the second beat how much I care glowing with desire
You are my oxygen as I breathe as one song singing warmly in your air
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
01.06.2016
(unrhymed Quatrain)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016