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You're my poem
My consummate rhyme
And I could reread you
Time after time
Flowing in meter
Perfect in sync
Inscribed on my heart
In indelible ink
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Smile at me one last time
Send me on my way to rhyme
The days I'm at my thinking spot
Are now more often than they're not
My seat, an Adirondack chair
It's one of two just sitting there
The second empty, waiting, true
Like me it also longs for you
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some days
see in the lake
your face
of you
cherry blossom
smells too
shall queue
to heaven’s gate
with you
2 April 2021
Finding your musette 2 poetry contest
picture 3
Joseph may sponsored
2-4-2 x3 lines= 9 lines
with aba, cdc, efe rhyme pattern.
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A SNOWY EVENING WALK
Oh, Yes it is so bright;
Outside it's glistering snow falling light;
Hands held we walk in park;
A snowy evening walk;
As we caress we talk;
Cool loving breeze feels very right tonight;
1/11/18
For Contest :Rhyme Me A Poem...A Snowy Evening Walk
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Love of the heart;
Love of the mind,
Oceans apart
Never to rhyme
The heart,
While shadowing function
As fast as eruption,
Gives back for consumption
The mind,
So selfish and needy,
Brings Hell to the leaving.
Babes, helpless and teething
Love of the heart;
Or of the mind?
One needn't a chart
The other is blind
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Our hearts can't touch, our minds deflect
Absurd conclusions, I'll regret
Breaking up so many times
Your reasons do not rhyme
I think I better off this way
I love you, that's what i will lay
Rupturing my soul, hope that I can
Last breath. . Goodbye. . 'til we meet again
061314 (13:50)
An entry to "Breaking Up With You" contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer
6th Place
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Two lumbers met as one
Held each other in both other hands
Slowly rubbing every inch 'til thins
That is how our love kicked in.
Creating fire, time after time
Gently brushing, producing a rhyme
This is a ballad I chant to you
The favorite thing I always do.
Two lumbers met as one
Through love and time, we got our desire
To warm our soul, out of control
That burned it all
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My friend Tammy has a merry smile
Fun, big-hearted, colorful style
We always sit and chat awhile
Her laughter can echo for miles
We're enthusiastic football fans
For our favorite team we'll take a stand
Over coffee-and, we'll share our plans
For dinner, family, pots and pans
So please excuse this silly rhyme
I just wanted to take the time
To give a shout-out to her upbeat ways
And send my thanks for cheering my days.
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A song in my heart
Plays out for you
There aren't any words
Yet I carry this tune
My pulse is the beat
It speeds up anytime
When you're close to me
I carry this rhyme
So joyous the sound
That only I hear
No matter our distance
It plays like you're near
My tremble the treble
With each touch of your hand
I prefer country
But it's more like big band
The volume my smile
As I see your face
You still turn me on
Anytime, anyplace
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I lie in bed,
Just can't sleep,
I think instead,
That I may weep.
As I watch the time,
Thriving in pain,
Still, I rhyme,
In my brain.
There is no cure,
For what I've got,
The nights' are fewer,
And sleep is not.
I've tried fresh ginger,
Amongst other things,
But I'm no whinger,
It's just clipped my wings.
So before the dawn,
I'm up writing again,
Though feeling forlorn,
With paper and pen.
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(for Jan who suffers from osteoarthritis)
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Like a rose without color
Like a prose without rhyme
Hope yearns for another
Wishing only for that time
Memories of my departed
Inside my heart drips tears
For my love you try to restart it
But my love can not be shared
You give you make you stay by my side
Hollow is my soul for her I yearn
You pray you cry so hard you try
But forsaken for her I turn
My departed haunts my living soul
Alive I'm just a shell of a man
How can you love me when you know?
Her memory is all that I am.
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Romanticism
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I like your eyes,
You like my smile.
I like your beauty,
You like my style.
But what I would love,
From a white turtle dove,
Is a ring, especially for you.
I like your hugs,
You like my kisses.
I like your hair,
You like reminisces.
But I would be grateful,
As I believe it is fateful,
If you, will please marry me.
I like your persona,
You like that I try.
I like your appearance,
You like that I cry.
So i'll ask one more time,
And i'll finish this rhyme,
Please baby, will you marry me?
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Pink and blue
Think of you
Sunset in full view
Special time
Need to rhyme
I never had a clue
How much I'd love
This writing of
All my thoughts in phrase
Ode and song
Short or long
All my living days
Spent in thought
Bluebird sought
Make for her a nest
Scan the skies
For her eyes
Bluer than the rest
Lined with down
An evening gown
A feather bed so soft
Lilac air
Wind is fair
Carry her aloft
Come to me
I will be
Waiting until when
The day is here
When you are near
Not to wait again
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"You're having a little one,"
I say, seeking information
from my therapist
(she's considerably
pregnant). Then, I ask her
about vocation:
Why she chose this specialty,
and did she
know the baby's sex,
name, and serial number?
She says, No Maybe about it,
the baby's a girl and
has a name.
"Did you know the name
you chose is fame-
ous? A name rarified?
Hemingway's Paris
wife," I clarified,
And then, I wrote
this rhyme: a little
riff for a baby gift:
"We'll gladly
welcome Hadley,
(she's a girl),
into our world."
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Sonnet
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Her Bridge Impassable For Him
Below the bridge of her nose
A buried treasure sits sealed.
Her mouth and voice strike a pose
Against his unwanted wield.
He crossed her piano keys
Unharmoniously, once too many.
Now in his wake the birds and bees
Under her bridge muted uncanny.
Seasons span the test of time
For her past love he had his chance.
And his window to cross fit no rhyme
Of continuing to bridge their romance.
Buried treasure she sealed from him
And his ever opening increasingly grim.
connie pachecho
8/24/17
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Kiss me once, kiss me twice
A kiss from you would be so nice
I want to know what it feels like
To kiss your lips by candlelight
A romantic evening starting when
The sun goes down and sets again
And as the fading twilight dims
I'd feel excitement in my limbs
I've wanted this for quite some time
It's one thing to compose a rhyme
That pales compared to the real thing
Your lips and mine together bring
The poems, music, odes, to life
And oh, if you would be my wife
Someday, some way, may it be,
That I will hold you close to me
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"Solidified by a Poet's Dozen"
Since the fall of Love
You spring into thoughts often
Summer, I want you
Being named after the most desired season
Girl, that must truly be the reason
Why my rhyme has lost its way
Why my Love can not resist the mere mention of your name
So now I am rendered to nothing more than a slave
To a union that had to have been Deemed From Above
Because of all the sweet passion you gave
That was done simply in the name of Love
Truly, I can not think of any single thing better than that thereof....
11-1-15
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You may think me crazy
Perhaps that's nothing new
But if I ever got the chance
I would say "I do"
I love you with the kind of love
That stands the test of time
Augmented, not diminished
And each day in a new rhyme
I'll tell you lots of pretty things
Like what you mean to me,
How I'll swim the oceans,
All seven of the seas,
How I think you're beautiful,
How you melt my heart,
How I'll wait until the day
That we will never part
And now here comes the question
The one I have for you
If that day would come to pass
Would you say "I do" too?
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Poems, poems, poems
They're what I love to do
The way that I express myself
To tell you I love you
They come to me so easy
I have so much to say
And when my heart's on fire
I write three and four a day
Each one a separate heartbeat
A loving, sincere kiss
From my lips out to your heart
A target I won't miss
I love you with a passion
That flows inside my veins
Controlled and unobtrusive
There's no torrential rain
Could ever quench this fire
Its trend is grow and thrive
Maybe someday there'll be no need for words
Then watch these poems come alive
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Sting me my BEE,
sweeter than the sweetest honey
shots you give me,
stunning blinks of fantasy...
I can hear you my bee, buzzing around..
Can you hear the voice too,
of my sizzling heart's sound....
SO, careful with that LOVESTING my BEE...
your sweet venom infects my dreams and me...
I am caught up in your LOVE bubble, don't you see?
now eat my sorrow tree,
and let my soul free...
LOVE YOU MY SWEET BEE.
LOVE THAT LOVESTING OF YOURS..
I WILL BE THE FLOWER YOU NEED,
I AM ALIVE UNTIL ITS YOU I SEE....
A SWEET RHYME FROM ME....
TO MY LOVESTING BEE.................
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Do you still dress in black?
Do you still write in rhyme?
Is the Moon still your guide?
Do you miss me sometimes?
Is your life full of joy?
Do you still love the sea?
Is there love in your world?
Do you ever miss me?
Do your flowers grow well?
Do you grow your Moonflowers?
Just as once you grew ours?
May you still dress in black
May you write ever more
May the Moon light your way
For the rest our your days
May you never look back
May the Sun always shine
May your love still be mine
May your flowers grow high
Under azure blue skies
May your words always rhyme
Down the measures of time.
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Twas the night of an important date
decided to write while I wait.
Pen and paper, waiting to rhyme,
what will be my first line.
My mind blank, in a stare,
suddenly my words appeared.
Begin to write of love and life.
Knew my poem would come out right.
As I continued to sit in wait,
my lines were forming oh so great.
My mind still wondering as I wrote,
I thought about your note.
In it you said you would not be late,
here I sit thinking of our date.
I hope we grow fond of each other,
maybe we'll become lovers.
Who knows perhaps in life,
we'll become man and wife.
Suddenly you knock on the door,
I finally sit and wait no more.
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Sunday morning beauty
Comes into the room
Much anticipation
Excitement in full bloom
Straightfaced and phlegmatic
I cannot let her see
That inside I'm ecstatic
My heart and mind agree
I'll look at her for moments
A second, two, or three
"I know you want to for much more
but don't," says me to me
Then later in the break room
I'll make sure there's a chair
That's open right near where I am
And hope that she sits there
So I can be close by her
For precious extra time
Then later at my thinking spot
I'll put it into rhyme
It's a way for me to tell her
In writing what I think
Another way's recording
With a smile and a wink
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I.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs;
and breathes into his gloomy lines
her tender love, which rhyme prolongs.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs,
like verse free of errors or wrongs
that sweetly flows like fine, aged wines.
Like the muse, Rose inspires his songs;
and breathes her love into his lines.
II.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
which overflows with lovely songs,
inspires life into rhyming art.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
brings them closer though they're apart:
but love makes distance never long.
The love of Rose, within her heart,
always flows with her lovely songs.
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You're beautiful, you really are
I could spot you from afar
You must be tired of hearing this
This loop of mine's continuous
But I can't help it, give me time
I'll find some other things to rhyme
Regardless though the fact remains
You're beautiful and that won't change
A flower for my lonely heart
It's never pleasant when we part
At least for me that fact rings true
I could see myself with you
I'm trying now to fix my voice
Lessons, practice, all by choice
If I could just sing melodies
You can take the harmonies
And if it never comes to be
It wasn't wasted time for me
I only want to play with you
And do the things that you do too
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