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At the Pawn Shop

I met her  in a pawn shop on a warm summer night
When running from the rubble of  my shattered life
To sell a broken dream that would never come true
An engagement ring to pay for the rent that was due

There she lay sleeping in a battered rosewood bed
Heart strings breaking in a rusty sea of velvet red
So hauntingly beautiful, she took my breath away
Violin - an old reject who would change my life that day

So I bought Violin and lived out on the street
And played Rhapsody in Blue as coins fell at my feet
And soon we had a  little flat high above the Bay
And every day, I got better with every note I played

Today I am a maestro playing Carnegie Hall
My name in lights blinking on a Marquee Wall 
For it was I who saw myself in Violin
A tarnished soul and the beauty buried there within


Author:  Elaine George
Written:  2013


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2013


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Great Contest Expectations, the folly of man

Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to gather those colourful leaves.
I believe we could have laid them at the base of her wall.

She sees the trees as he increases her diseases.
Deepening predatory penetrations as he pleases!
Cracking, fracking, hating, taking, and breaking.
Bringing about disappearing, as pain stains, her shamed awakening!
If we could have, would we have, mournfully watched?
Or instead, would we have held her wrists,
pulled at reddened panties, excruciated  her sufferings?
Instead, we placated horrific tugged observations, 
waited, pretended to see nothing,
drank our mocha-chino from starry cups!
we sat and licked our lips to the calming sound of muzak,
preferring voyeuristic aristocracy.


Oh how she cursed his kissing and biting,
the sucking of her  Texan black gold!
All the while he praised her caged loins,
filling a billion barrels with her oil...
Until the time her flame set fire to his cursed wanting!
Until she summoned the winds from the east.
It was time to birth the spawn of his treachery.
Lava poured forth from mountainess risings!
He must suckle upon her displeasure,
until like creosol, his noxious presence, 
combines with his own wasted wood.
Thus preserving his monumental failures,
encasing them within layers of his strangled death!

A voice called out from the West, "Where is the foolish man?
Who is left to sing about his great accomplishments?
His peculiar monuments have been laid to waste,
not a single brick remains in it's place." 
No one is left to excavate the woeful forgotten.
She "Mother" seeps into the soil to reclaim his blood,
her womb is once again fertile.
She asks "Do we wish to begin again?"
The start of a great pause stings her ears!
She looks and understands,
 "It is no longer good!"


Literary devices

Alliteration
Allusion
Ambiguity
Assonance 
Asyndeton 

Written December 29th, 2015


For me Poetry is food for the mind, sometimes it is an appetizer to whet the appetite, or it can be full course meal that takes a while to digest. Other times it can be a sweet desert that tantalizes the senses. I hope this piece offers some mental engagement and nourishment. 



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015


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No One Listens

No one listens, do they?
No one really listens.
Trying to make ourselves heard
is like crying in a hurricane.
Trying to communicate
is like playing charades in handcuffs.
They won't get it.

Expressing to others how we truly feel
is like walking backwards,
blindfold, through a spiral maze.
Count the rings on Arthur's table;
we're alone and we know it.

Why do children invent imaginary friends?
Why do adults invent gods?
I'll tell you why:
we don't like to be alone.
But the nature of our psyche is such
that we are isolated and marooned,
among throngs of insulated clones.


How often does someone say to you,
'What are you thinking?'
How often do you think,
'I'd tell you, but it's pointless?'

Do you see? We seek to share minds,
but it's somewhere we cannot go.
It's simply that which we most desire
to end our inexorable loneliness.

Consider life as an impenetrable bubble,
blown to the winds of chance and change.
Yes, we can amalgamate, but never integrate,
as we float on the thermals of existence,
until circumstance or time
demand that we are popped.






Copyright © Jonathan French | Year Posted 2017


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Hope Chest

This once was an empty hope chest,
All my wishes it was waiting to hold,
Now it keeps the things I love best,
As my life begins to unfold.

A hope chest holds things from the past,
It locks away secrets of when we wept,
And poems written to make memories last,
In my Mom's diary of thoughts she kept.

A porcelain doll, of which I was very fond,
My Grandma made her, with care and grace,
She had long hair, curly, blonde,
And a blue dress trimmed in white lace.

My hope chest holds everything I love,
Like old photographs that are looking worn,
And the wishes that I've dreamt of,
Ever since the day I was born.

My hope chest may hold new things,
Like a Valentine my first love sent me,
Maybe, eventually an engagement ring,
And the rose that won him my heart's key.

If there is a newborn on the way,
My hope chest will hold many things,
Like maybe, a baby blanket, someday,
A reminder of what life can bring.


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013


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Working in The Hospice

To Work In A Hospice Just Be There and Care.

Bring yourself, It's all that you have and it's real,
Everyone needs to be understood and to feel.

Treat others in the way you want to be,
Hear what's unspoken, listen for the key.
Encourage folk to say what they need,
Remember your limits , try not to exceed.
Every time you give, someone receives.

Allow yourself feelings, You are not perfect,
Never share outside except with the staff elect,
Dying is a lonely journey, let your care be your gift.

Care and love, let yours show,
Anxieties of your own, just let the staff know.
Recall happy memories, folk like that a lot,
Empathy's good but sympathy's not.

A way to remember the rules of engagement in The Hospice.

©  Dave Timperley. October 30th 2014


Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2014


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Flirt

Step by step
Flirt by flirt
Dance by dance
The sky advanced

Slant and twirl
In eye curl
Wild sea gull
Desire glanced

Sailing ships
Blossoming lips
Freedom fission
Moments danced

Smile by smile
Conquering miles
Into the Nile
I’m entranced
_______________________________
8/12/2016



Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016


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Painting Our World With Love

When held in your arms
I'm crowned by your love
I know I am now safe
Your warmth empowers my inner soul
as I'm wrapped in your sweet embrace
You've inspired me to reach ever higher
as we launch into our new beginning
No storm or perils will break our meld
It's a partnership, not a confinement
respect, love and trust are intertwined
It's in your devoted love that I'm freed
Free to live, love and share life with you
Together we'll paint the world more glorious!



Written for my son and his fiance'
to be married Sept. 2016 - They are both artists
Photo:  Foganddawnphotography 


Copyright © AnnaLinda W. | Year Posted 2016


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Give The Government Back to the People

We went all our children
To be in land of the free
We want all our children
To be, to be
Live in a land of liberty
By our consitution written by men 
For all men
And when you're done all your miss treating
Denials and abusive beatings
Give the Government back to the People
but then in nineteen seventy's
Dishonesty with the presidency
Watergate
Mrs. Patrica Hearse, kidnappings
Zebra killings, brother, brother, brothers murders
Stop all the killings, those zebra killings
Black racism, Ku Klux Klan is not what we the people understand
OH, how we are hated abused, misused talking about separating
Laws are gathered together
But there's not for all flocks or all feathers
Hey! weatherman what's ya think about the weather
And when you're done all your miss treating
Denials and abusive beatings
Give the Government back to the People
Wanna make some news
Start a fire, a riot, or shoot someone
For the pleas of Nixon
Mama's still in the kitchen
Making homemade apple pie
My reality is still sly
And what of his men
So many of his men were involved in a cover up
While at the summer picnic Bobby say's "pass the ketchup"
And when you're done all your miss treating
Denials and abusive beatings
Give the Government back to the People
How do we protest most of them arrested
Right on, right on
Ain't gonna twist my arm
To the man whose head is in the sky
My brother ain't no galaxies he can't divide
I am not  the sun or the moon
I am not the morning dew
I am not the air the water your mother's daughter
And when you're done all your miss treating
Denials and abusive beatings
Give the Government back to the People
The atmosphere contains within it's self so much pressure
I'm a black one, black man whose skin color makes me no lesser
All men, all creeds, all nationality
Who sits within the marble walls of Washington
Oh, Mr. President give us the government congress, senate
Can't you see, that you really, no really you work for me
Take a look at me, tell me what do you see
And when you're done all your miss treating
Denials and abusive beatings
Give the Government back to the People
Stop  this one man rule before it
s to late don't be the fool
So once more America will never loss faith, never more disbelieve you
Right On, right on whose gonna stop you
America give the pride and dignity most men live on
Forever we give love people don't be cruel the man in the office represents you
For the pleas of Nixon
Mama's still in the kitchen
Making homemade apple pie
My reality is still sly
And what of his men
To the man whose head in the sky
My sister, my mother, my brother, my father
Don't be surprised
On any level of thinking wrong or right
Post positive negative relatively or not
Take a look at me, tell me what do you see
And when you're done all your miss treating
Denials and abusive beatings
Give the Government back to the People

07/11/74
written by James Edward Lee Sr.





Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017


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Something about you

Something about you  (Duet)

(Man sings)

Something about you,
shines straight to my heart,
light, shines all around you,
illuminates my dark

(Woman sings)

Something about you,
makes me come undone,
your love gives me purpose,
and, I'm sure that you're the one.

Bridge 1 (sung by the man)

The more I know about you,
tells me we are meant to be,
The beauty of your inner you,
draws you closer to me

Bridge 2 (sung by the woman)

The more I get to know you,
makes me feel you're heaven sent
The way you show such loving care,
with you I feel so blessed.

Chorus (sung together)

Something about you,
makes me feel alive...
Your love, surrounds me,
I know, I will survive...
Something about you,
makes me feel secure...
Something about you,
let's me know...
love, will endure.

Repeat Bridge 1

Repeat Bridge 2

Chorus repeat

Something about you,
makes me feel alive...
Your love, surrounds me,
I know, I will survive...
Something about you,
makes me feel secure...

Something about you,
let's me know...
love, will endure.

Something about you,
let's me know...
love, will endure.

John Derek Hamilton
July 30,2017




















Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017


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Passion

Three small words brought us close; unified with two. -------------- (C) John C Michaels, May 2017


Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017


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Orgasmic Oceans Outlive co-write with Darren White

"Orgasmic Oceans Outlive"

Open skies, where early morning sun wakes...
Rippling small waves hook the shore,
Gladly playing with sun, pebbles and sand
Along this world orgasmic senses breathe
Sending each guest higher and higher
Making this wonderment like no other
Innate flight up, up and higher still
Canto in C, wild and passionate

Only sun and moon know where to be
Capturing silhouettes of reflective light
Engaging all to be part of this world
Arched in this fluorescence whales sing their love
Near each other, nuzzling in wintry water
Slowly engaging, with carnal coyness

Onwardly waltzing upon diamond rocks
Ultimately embracing all that is rapture
Taking hold of love light and glory
Living within this open dream existence
I wish never to awake or leave
Vessels in the distance swim between dolphins, 
Each will carry us to dreamlike destinations

co written by
SkyWatcher and Darren White
05-07-17

note to Darren

Darren you have no idea what this entry means to me and the worth of working together with you and sharing words.  And yes sharing words of the ocean.  How grand is that.  Very.  It was an honor and privilege. 

Thank you Darren.  Excuse me.  Thank you Penguin.


Copyright © Lisa Ricci | Year Posted 2017


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Tragedy

On April 26th I was born,
In a world more than a hundreds years scorn, No healin' up
They sho' was pealin' up, casted the line and they realin' up,
Pullin me round on a string puppeteerin' us,
Didn't know how to discuss the way that I felt in my mind,
Isolating thoughts of much steer my wheel from time to time,
I thought about the shine only  making in worse,
College things, engagement ring Im throwin' in the dirt,
Miseducated young miss in this game, I write, rap, produce, and sang,
Not just for fame, but for talent I was given, tellin my life as it comes,
Wondering why we all is stealin, killin, thizzin, robbin, theivin,
But inside Im greivin, wonderin when a change gone come, 
When Imma be leavin? I been in chains for so long,
All the soldiers that went to war, they aint come back home, they aint come back 
home.


Copyright © Melanie Fields | Year Posted 2007


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Judgement People and Haters Rhyme

                               Judgement People and Haters Rhyme

Hate me cuz, M I ain't great;
Hate me when I'm a minute late;
But your here not working, standing here straight;
Judging me people judgmental;
Ya can't even boil hot water yourself in a burning kettle;
Juz as a Hippocrates
Judgmental false profit;
No regrets, yet, I still wish you be blessed;
Ya hate me cuz I waz born;
Hate me before and evermore;
I ain't Juz like ya Boy;
Judgmental people and haters;
Three thousands years same ole debating;
the only rights is all your wrongs;
Ya kill time one time, but time gon kill ya;
Hope your holding on to do ba;
Nothin left but a silents Hallelujah;
Facilitate your witness cuz ya ain't nothin;
Stop all this judgmental hatred and cussin;
I've got a job ya hateN;
Got couple children ya hateN, unmarried out their fornicating;
Got your nerve Ya judgmental people and haters hating;
Let him without sin cast the first stone;
Better git git it right before you git to heaven;


FOR CONTEST: Judgement People and Haters
Sponsored by:  Brenda Cheri


Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017


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One Grey Hair





I saw some concern on your face as you climbed into bed last night. And I felt your heart start to race when you snuggled up, extra tight. You seem madder, what's the matter? You found one grey hair out of place which you angrily plucked from sight. And you fear time's increased its pace, yet though you're worried, it's alright. I love your grey let them all stay. (Posie) Written Feb.14, 2018 For Rhyme Me A Posie - Poetry Contest By: Broken Wings


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018


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And You Are the Love

I am a Godly Man
Allow me to take your hand
You're beautiful beyond words
It first comes from your soul
I realize you're God's first but 
He's allowed me to reserve
My love but I was searching
For all of praying for God
To allow some godly woman into my life
For you are, you are, the one and you are the love

I am a sinner so we all are we all
But Jesus came and saved us soul
Your testimony is not lonely
 for we both share in the beauty
His grace has saved us and his grace has embraced us
Well the beauty of your grace shine on all over your face
But he's allowed me to reserve my love 
For I was searching
For the one and you are the love
For the one for the love
I was searching for
For the love for the one and you are the love

08/26/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
From the anthology " True Love As Per God"


Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017


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Relatives Re-inact A Romantic Reconciliation

Oh, yes, Darling! Please meet me up the street, in fifteen minutes, right past the old tan house with that porch, bamboo.
We need to talk about things, you and me, without your mean relatives, and that includes your cousin Ted Stew.
I’d gladly trade this car for a completely untarnished marriage certificate, cleaned out of the day-old flu.
But, fiance’, dearest, you have yet to show me your love nest, your side honey, or your super-secret tattoo,
So now that you realize I might cost you money, you love me forever, and think you can let go and forget the Queen of Vooody-Voo- Doo?
Sure, Sweet Darling. Being pre reasonable, I would certainly like to review our marriageable status, and begin trusting you anew.
Of course, we had better hurry, so we get this trust thing sorted, and my family decides to re-include you,
I do not think any love-you-forever ceremony, fancy hall, or wedding vows I will seriously pursue.
If you decide to take the challenge, there on the steps wearing their juiciest smiles, are my mother, Grandma Kell and cousin Lou.
Sure, they do all have guns, permits, frying pans, and razors. Confidentially, they’re in a hum dinger of a stew about you too.
What more can I do, Sugar Bear?  I’ve led you right to them, right up these pretty blue and white steps, and frankly, honey, it’s the best thing I could ever do.
So saying, I guess all my relatives are ready to talk and slap and pinch and punch, and fight and scrap, and kick, because they’re sort of mad you made me so blue.
Bye, Sweetie. I’m off for the weekend with my new honey, Rick, a gentle, kind, God-fearing man, who doesn’t want to stick around to see what they’re going to do.




Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Tweeting



There once was a tweeter who didn’t tweet
An air of mystery, she decided to keep 
Responses bounced
Bad twitter account
But still, she wouldn’t tweet a peep


Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2018


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A Triple Limerick About Harry

A Triple Limerick About Harry Written: by Tom Wright 8/6/2006 1 There once was a young man named Harry Who had more money than he could carry? His money he would not lend Nor on frivolous things spend Saying that job is for the girl I will marry 11 Then one-day Harry’s heart became broken An engagement ring he offered as a token I can’t accept she subtly said For to another I’ll soon be wed Harry left with his truck wheels “smokin” 111 He thought that this was surely his ending His heart was broke in bad need of mending So he bought a new Corvette And now his ex was so upset He had broken rule two regarding spending


Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015


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Born By Fire

Deep within the earth's crust
slowly over the centuries
it had gradually made it's way
finally it reached the light of day

Dull and round as big as a golf ball
it lay on the ground enduring rain
followed by wind and sunshine
slowly the outer skin came away

At last it was free yet still dull
a man picked it up excitement in his heart
he took it to a jeweller's for polishing
it was cut and shaped letting light in

Weighing 12 carats it was well acclaimed
as into gold it was set, an engagement ring
thus this stone born of fire and pressure
graced beauty's hand with its own beauty


Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014


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SAVAGE SUN

The glaring sneering Sun has
Beat me down to the pavement.

The hot the heat
The flaring has won.

The. Violent engagement beastly
Perspiration beseigement

Beaming steaming gleaming
Dazed AMAZED seeking shade
From deathly rays.

Prone to bemoan the scorching
Phase of days of UNFALLING RAIN

Nick named SMOKRD AND turned
FIRE STARTER SUN 
Churned and burned


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015


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SUPERIOR TO ALL OTHERS

I know that is what you are trying to do until you don’t lose.
     Upset the balance of a rightful world to
Destroy a focus that remains visionary to 
     Defeat the purpose of eternal peace.
Against the odds, you will precede while waiting for the truth to weaken.

A mountaineer never gives up the climb.
He or she seeks knowledge on how to peak the next time.
Even when it may seem a deadly try, his or her mind is with the goal defined.

Rightful is your success.
You are the splendor to your voice.
You are searching for the best way to proceed.
A wrongful world is always depleted.

An alpinist knows his or her rise.
He or she climbs to summit the incline.
Although him or her may scramble along the way, the journey has been  
     partaken.

A mindset designates a mental attitude or inclination formed.
One that has regiment that is detrimental to ambition.
Ubiquitous deseeding is paramount.
A mountain is to climb once formed.
You are therefore superior to all others.
____________________________________________________________|
Written July 03, 2016!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016


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Depth of the Darkness

Depth of the Darkness

Where I am
Unknown even to me
The dizziness
Dis-orientations linger here or
Maybe there

I am not quite sure
Other than I have drowned
Emptiness overcomes even
The sadness
Eyelids, do I have them?
Emptiness you see is a blindness
Seeping into the nether lands of my heart
No longer caring
Or daring
Hidden in the darkness
At all the staring


BANG
Thunder
Struck by a fantasy
Off I go, on the expressways of tears
Lights bright, then darkness
Darkness then bright lights

I am sitting now
In someone's Den, maybe mine?
Caressing, holding
Yet...............
There I am so silent
	Alive?
SMILING
I am smiling right into a smile
A smile stares back
Filled with a warmth
Never before felt
In this lifetime or the ones before
Seconds become minutes
Become hours
No words are spoken
There exists but a tenderness
Of thoughts
Passing from me to the smiling one
From her to me
Fear of breaking the spell
Is this the full accounting of it all?
Have the gods balanced the books?
Of all things I expose to her
The debits and credits
Why I have no idea
But she is smiling, always smiling
I see colors
Plump wonderful huggable colors
I never saw before

My oh such wonderful thoughts
Slowly, both so fearful
Memories entwined with pains shared
Outstretched arms reaching

Radiant, solar is her smile
Angelic in an earthly way
A smile of all things
Filled with a bouquet of love
In eyes that have voices

Skies so clear
Filling with clouds
Floating
There I am
Back into the night
Of eternal darkness
As I toss the key to all in the wind

Having been robbed of all emotions
In a haze of nothingness
There is still a little pain
And a seed of hope
As the soul rots a little more
Into the sands

Lacking passion
Is humanities only crime



Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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Love In The Jungle

Cerulean sky in the quiet jungle was shook up by the unexpected tremor of a white and red bimotor plane. Larry, a tall, olive skin, green eyes, was the handsome pilot of the plane called Lara. Mechanical problems obligated Larry to an emergency landing.
In the crystalline river was a lady called Lara. She was camping for two days in the inhospitable surroundings. A heart break made her to take a time out from her hectic work schedule as general surgeon. Footsteps were heard in the dry leaves. Lara looked behind her, to see the impressing presence of Larry.  She thought she was going to faint.

Larry felt a skip in her heart when he saw Lara. She was very identical to his deceased beloved. Without uttering a word, they felt love at first sight. Larry asked to Lara her name. They introduced themselves. Lara was packing to return to her home. Larry told Lara about the plane incident. She offered Larry to take him to his home. By coincidences of life, they live in the same urbanization. Before stepping out of the car, Larry gave to Lara a business card with his phone number. He was the CEO of an important tobacco exporting company. One week later, Lara took her cell phone and called Larry. 

He invited her to a dinner to an elegant restaurant of the city. While they were dining, Larry told to Lara that he wants to know more about her. After concluding the dinner, they agreed to continue communicating by phone, letting that time decide their romantic future. Two years passed, when Larry invited Lara to dinner waiting a surprise to Lara. An engagement ring was inside of the rose bouquet. Larry asked Lara if she would marry him. Lara accepted the proposal. Wedding planification started. Fue most expected day for Larry and Lara arrived. 

Larry was wearing a black tuxedo. The ivory bridal gown of Lara was stunning. Cala flowers and pink roses were part of the church decoration. Lara walked the aisle when Larry was waiting for her. After the religious ceremony, they were declared husband and wife. They left the church in a white limousine to the reception in a five star hotel. Blissful days were part of their married life until death separate them, ending a romance that began in a jungle.

The End


Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2016


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A Wedding Proposal

Walk beside me and be my wife,
Enjoy with me this beauty we call life.

My heart glows with happiness when you are near.
I want to be with you forever, my dear.

I tremble at your every touch,
This is because I love you so much.

If there was only one wish I could have today,
It would be to feel this way each and every day.

The sound of your voice fills my heart.
Is there nothing that can keep us apart?

Yesterday is just a dream, our future yet to express.
Let us share this life with our same name and address.
I hope you always say yes!

Edward J. Ebbs - January 2007



Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011


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MARRIAGE

has three rings - Engagement rings,
Wedding rings and Sufferings;
Like a Violin lover,
after the music's over,
Ah, attached still are the strings!


"Limerick" contest by Jan Allison


Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2015