Best Enfolding Poems

I've never ever seen her face, 
but in my mind, she's the color of love
Black
strong like dark coffee
She wakes you up early in the morning,
gives you an energetic taste of loving
to get your day going
Red
passionate fire flows in her veins
She's got crimson lips that blow...

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'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered,
At my window I was favoured by it sounding, dreadfully-
In the darkness loudly pounding- drawing nearer, dreadfully
As...

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Celtic Dreams

The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye. 
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while Angels bathe in the springs of an everlasting and radiant beauty. 
The Soul grasps at memories enfolding within fields of...

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Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.

Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I have no evidence else. There's no why
For it ... how...

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I wish I were an angel
To flood your world with my light
To hold, comfort and cheer you
All through long lonely night

I wish I were a fairy
To flit about your dear heart
To give it tiny squeezes
When about to fall apart
	
I wish I were a goddess
Of beauty...

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The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye. 
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while Angels bathe in the springs of an everlasting and radiant beauty. 
The Soul grasps at memories enfolding within fields of emerald...

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Horrid, horrid thought;
Tiny Mother reaching forth,
Reaching always to enfold,
And in enfolding just to hold.

Crying from want…and need;
Crying from loss and deed.
What to do? What to do?
I am me, and I am you?

Looking for a glint of power.
Searching, searching, hour by hour;
Love…caring…heedless heart;
No Mother were you...

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If vain thy earthly hopes did prove, thou canst not mourn their flight; Thy brightest hopes were fixed above. And they shall know no blight—Anne Bronte   

Overjoyed                ...

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(A Christmas Collage) 

The sun has set and night is stealing
Softly o'er the silent land,
While snowflakes slowly down are falling,
Shaken from an unseen hand.

To the top of Thorburne Tower
Light from windows streams around;
The glow of twenty thousand tapers
Sparkles on the snowy ground.

High arching o'er the...

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It started as a trickle on the darkest night of all.
Relentless in it's joy and everlasting ecstasy.
Moving to the wreckage of a soul that had to fall,
Into the torrid trenches of a long forgotten sea.

"Lord help me," were the desperate cries that echoed through his...

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A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
   Another hand empathizes--
          touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
    enfolding memories...

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They slip inside in silence
a quiet, gentle whisper
and gather in the presence
of ordinary women.

Surrounding them with reverence
angelic wings enfolding
they listen to petitions
raised up in pure devotion.

As humble prayers are lifted
to God in sweet communion
His messengers will take them
above, like priceless treasures.

The Spirit, ever leading
it pierces...

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She moans and tosses
He sleeps lightly as always
And quickly is wide awake
Aware of her every move
He knows what will follow
He is ready

The moaning becomes a scream
He feels the terror 
Knows the vile dragon that she battles
In her nightmare
Filled with hatred for the beast
He moves closer...

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You really know my hide,
overlook my libido side,
enfolding me, your wings do sigh,
the love in your sweet soul does cry,
of times we were together,
back in the never never,
when we had wings to fly,
till the white light took you, why?
until two souls are surely clever,
the seperation...

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Comes now the hush of white flowers
as borealis crawls into the night,
my spirit enfolding light 
of incandescent earthly bowers...
clayed marbles tint the hours
dazzling me with budding sprite,
comes now the hush 

And to feel sand and air in a weave 
the unwrapping of moon is bright,
my...

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