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Cat People
Tangerine the scene, spilling through this green glass....

Crossing her thighs as she bathes amid love's afterglow

Dare I let Ginger go; knowing insatiable is her hunger ??

Staring outside the window and a sudden knock upon

The red door; deja vu it seems, I have been here before

Familiar...

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Categories: recapturing, passion,
Form:
2-16-10 Connection
My heart skipps a beat, 
My mind, on the gorgeous hazel sunfilled eyes of my love,
recapturing the moments in my mind, 
where we made love, without making love. 
skin pressed to skin, 
lips pressed to lips, 
eyes never wavering, staring endless; 
our voices quiet and...

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Categories: recapturing,
Form:
The Greatest Gift Given
15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide,...

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Categories: recapturing, childhood, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member What I Want For Christmas
What I Want For Christmas
By Curtis Johnson

I suppose I could use a new pair of pants, a suit of cloths, a coat,  or a light jacket. But that is not what I want.  I don’t need new front teeth, but I suppose that...

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Categories: recapturing, blessing, childhood, christian, christmas,
Form: Narrative
Unfinished Business
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
©Alfreda Williamson
July 2, 2004




Outside town boundaries,
bustling, noisy din,
Deeply in the serenity of peace, calm,
the country County,
Around a curve, sharp, blind.

There it leaped out at me.
Suddenly, unexpectedly
Catching me off guard,
Not foresightedly, not scary
Just by way of wonderment
. . . why this unfinished business?
The house without...

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Categories: recapturing, introspection, mystery, autumn,
Form: Narrative
Erased
Erstwhile his skin was beautiful as an obsidian, with great markings alongside his face, as was the likeness of the Benin people; an imagery so poignant and meaningful.
His shoulders were wide, his back strong and his mind resourceful.
In his quondam years, the mystery of the...

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Categories: recapturing, death,
Form: Prose



Message In a Bottle
Proem

After Sir Thomas recovered the Spear of Destiny and returned it to the Pope at the Vatican in Rome, he remained there for several months serving His Excellency, attending meetings, and recovering from several minor injuries sustained while recapturing the Spear that pierced the side...

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Categories: recapturing, baby, bible, christian, courage,
Form: Blank verse
Quipster - I Am In Love With You

Funny face - Funny face

Oh my love..
Oh my baby..
I miss you..
You miss me..

Tickling me from back.. 
You makes me laugh..
Wind blowing so fast..
And our love last..

Tightly Holding me,
You makes me more crazy..
Not even a single day goes without thinking about you..
24x7 mesmerizing in my mind..
Baby...

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© Maddy Sp  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: recapturing, books, for him, friend,
Form: Acrostic
Premium Member A Love That Binds
Sublime hearts entwined two halves of a whole 
needing each other staring in wonder.
Never saw beauty till this night's control,
a love swirling round roaring like thunder.

Reddish gold hues peek over the skyline
reflecting my soul cupid's endeavor.
Now the dawns ambush with loves amber wine,
heart lit with...

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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: recapturing, love,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member I Will Dance To Your Tune
I’ll dance to your tune
Letting your rhythm flow through me
I’ll let your hand guide me
Your heart setting the beat

I will dance to your tune
Sometimes a slow dance
To fit your flirtatious mood
Sometimes a quickened pace
When your heart is racing
To capture the days
You were the King of...

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Categories: recapturing, dance,
Form: Free verse
The Pulse of Saturday Night
Memories of the old dance hall
are sealed in the mind of a middle-aged 
bopper who remembers the magic 
of Saturday night many years ago when her
date appeared before the door whistling the 
latest tune while combing his slick hair looking 
handsome in his plaid jacket...

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Categories: recapturing, blue, nostalgia,
Form: Prose
Cat People
Tangerine the scene spilling through this green...
Glass crossing her thighs as she bathes within love's 
Afterglow, dare I let Ginger go; knowing insatiable be
Her hunger ?? Staring outside the window and a sudden 
Knock upon the scarlet door deja vu it seems, I have been...

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Categories: recapturing, beautiful, girl, love,
Form: Free verse
No Goodbyes
No Goodbyes

Morning rays lightly kiss my face, 
Revealing tears; my happiness replaced.
I hold you for the last time in my embrace. 

Memories take refuge in my mind; 
Projecting days of happier times, 
Back to forgotten places, so sublime. 

Family and friends gather to see you,...

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Categories: recapturing, angel, death, death of
Form: Rhyme
Cullercoats Dream Revisited
CULLERCOATS*    DREAM    REVISITED



Lifeboat bright  on  its modern track
Like shining star   in the early  dawn
Confronts  the eroded view of the wreck -
Once was  whole,   now all gone

Pristine cliffs  and ...

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Categories: recapturing, dream, dream,
Form: Quatrain
A Search For Shangri-La
Alas, we live in an imperfect world.
We long for somewhere free from strife and pain--
Some Shangri-La or Eden whence, like Cain
When driven forth in anger, we were hurled.

And now our search is endless for some land,
Some perfect place where problems never loom
(Prosperity and bliss from...

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Categories: recapturing, nostalgia, paradise,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry