Best Fullness Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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Destiny quivers,
like the lips of young lovers awaiting their first kiss.
As I quivered before our first … although just your hand.
It was filled with the...

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oh how i love the color red
red is love and love is red.

i painted a moment
used a palate with every shade of red, 

only red.

that is...

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She lovingly smiles at him each evening
dressed in palest silk, a gossamer gown,
brushed with hints of silverdust shadows.
Her shapely fullness casts a womanly glow
across his...

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Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds 
needled and re-stitched 
with threads of time and love and hope..

and still — a rosy dream bleeds 
the...

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Night Light

Enfold me in your tender loving embrace
     that reaches out from the past with
long arms to keep me near you....

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Recipe For Happiness


Happiness is like a cake we bake that creates the joy and fullness of life.

And, the recipe begins with one cup of resilience...

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Fervent wish within your eyes speaking with realistic
Optimism, visible for hope for the future 
Reflecting exquisite dream-fullness of mystic nights in your eyes 
Ethereal, you...

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“The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness therein, the world and they that dwell therein”
A Psalm of David…

Solitary, I stand upon these ever changing...

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You tempt me
As I sense your presence by my side
The whisper of your flowing silken dress
A whiff of fragrant jasmine scent.
 
You tempt me
With each...

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I sense the fullness 
in fleeting moments
At those rare times 
I'm able to let go of me
The ebbs and flows 
of non linear thinking
when I...

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She isn't beautiful as Nefertiti was.

And unlike Helen, 

her face will never launch a thousand ships.

My Maggie's beauty is more open, than entrancing

more welcoming, than...

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With mouth open wide
I swallow whole the moon
hoping to feel the tides
deep within the womb
of my feminine side
allow this man to bloom.
Pregnant with ideas
I am...

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Life is music that drifts in open spaces
        sometimes a brash crescendo 
     ...

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From among the poets who fired my imagination
whom shall I choose, can’t bring myself to pick
and place from dozens, just one above all the rest!

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