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Romanticism
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Last Night,
I watched you breathe.
Contemplating every rise and fall
As an incredible mystery.
Every curve and angle,
God's masterpiece-
a treasure beyond knowing.
Last night, I watched you breathe
and I loved.
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Light Verse
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Life is a mystery
I guess it's true
The way we communicate
Does it confuse you?
We mean the same
However our sounds are different
A little thing we call language
It's understanding that is missing
We speak English, French, and Spanish too
However I only just want to talk to you
Meet me halfway
In the place of equality
So I can understand your words
And not only your body
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Rhyme
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You Say (You'll Love Tomorrow)
Were here to today
And yesterday's gone
The us in between is an always
Like a season, a second
(A song)
All alone, we will
Struggle with silence
With a sweetness
Without any smiles
The miles say
Whey're for today
With a mystery
(But just for a while)
You say You'll Love Me
I'm sorry, the lessons
Are without any plans
My hands have me
Here for a moment
Without an "withouts"
(Or "ands)
So love tomorrow
Is silly
Like freckles on
Somebodys face
The pace is just
Walk with empty
And leave me
No reasons
(To trace)
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Hot night September
New Orleans
Party in the ballroom
Feeling 1940’s
Split running up my side
Skin glittering in the light
Body feeling vibrant
Scent of my perfume
Enticing the natural high
We both masked
We locked eyes
My body screamed out
Your soul reached out
We lock hands
They were silky
Set off a chain reaction
You whisper in my ear
Took me to ecstasy
High off your whisper
Enjoying this mystery
The night is young
Let's get away
Go play
Play on Bourbon St
Block the world out
You and me make magic
Action for a memory
Memories that take me
Back to the mask
Never wanna take it off
Never wanna end
This moment
For a lifetime
No end
Masked
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Every day is a page
to write a new story
Every moment a stage
to act for God's glory
The pen is in God's hands
He inscribes what He will
The director demands
that we our parts fulfil
Am I willing to do
what He's written for me?
Surrender wholly to
Divine authority?
Yes, I'm His humble quill
composing by His grace
For His name's sake, I will
do whatever He says
A morning mystery
that gives so much delight
Will soon turn history
by the time it is night
But, for God when I write
it will stay eternal
When He's in the limelight
it'll prove the best journal.
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09.12.16
(6 syllables in each line)
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I do not know?
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Mask in grey
Like mystery
You waved me goodbye
When I was as young as five,
Because you were hurt and betrayed
But was it really that easy?,
To leave your little girl
Due to someone else's mistake.
Mask in red
Like torment
You ruined us
Mostly her,
Now she fakes smiles and plays pretend in this broken home,
Why did you replace him?
If you only came to make things worse.
Mask in black
like my nightmares that haunt me
You walked into my life,
With no warning sign
I lost myself in you..
but then you proved me right,
Love isn't real because
Boys will be boys and..
girls will be toys.
Mask in green
Like purity and uniqueness
Then there's you ,
With your eyes, voice and the way you walk
Humanly yet thought extremely rare
With green eyes to go along with sweet talks by the river,
But you deserve more...
More than a broken girl.
~A.B
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I do not know?
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I am still attracted to the story of his mystery
I can travel trough his drawings and feel them like new rooms within myself
Like how memory saturates, swells and ebbs as it is overwritten
It surges when I see his marks
There is a home here- somewhere the search for a home
A stained paradise
Of sharp gesture and loose colored string
What happiness I believe he feels when lonely
What a world there on the wall
That I've found myself lost in
It is gesture and it is space
I see you there
Do not try to fool me
I am alone and turned around in your charcoal and pastels
But it reminds me of you- it feels of you and aches of you
My forgetfulness and absence is at a glance revoked
And I've only memory of few words and glances spared to start
— so I am compelled ever inward
Again wanting to discover the secret and ordinary truth
Behind your visage and your stroke
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What is love, you ask, my dear?
A question that's both far and near.
Love is a feeling, deep and true,
A bond that connects me and you.
What does it feel like, you say?
Like sunshine on a cloudy day.
Love feels warm, like a cozy embrace,
Filling our hearts with joy and grace.
How does it make us grow?
Love helps our spirits bloom and glow.
It nurtures us, like rain to a flower,
Giving us strength, hour by hour.
Can love be measured, like a star?
No ruler can reach love, by far.
It's immeasurable, vast and wide,
A force that cannot be denied.
Why does love sometimes hurt?
Love's path can be bumpy, that's for certain.
But through the pain, we learn and grow,
Love's lessons help our hearts to know.
So, my CHERIE, what is love, you ask?
It's a journey, a beautiful task.
Love is the answer, in all its mystery,
A gift that brings us endless harmony.
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In his eyes I see tomorrow
he is the holder of all my time
like beautiful stained glass
holding rainbow colored sand
His touch is healing and divine
like the warmest sun
in summer time
his words are like seashells
As they call out to lovers in the ocean
drifting along the tide to sandy beaches
he has found me anchored to him
holding me with his soft sensual kiss
I see the moon in mid-day now
shining right beside the sun
they over came the obstacles
of all the storms on the run
We are in the eye of the hurricane
where the sky is beautiful all day
enjoying our mystery
to the rest of the worlds dismay
He is the ink that now flows from my quill
I am the tapestry the ancients could never fill
together we are a master piece designed with our love
we are the ones who are well endowed in love
Stained glass masterpieces.
art inked with sand from above
two beautiful lives filled with God in trust
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It arrived one day by morning post,
from writing she knew from foreign coast.
Small seeds packed in two polythene bags,
had some criss-cross writing with strange tags.
Martha, Brenda two neighbours, close friends,
cast their wise old eyes to comprehend.
Expert nostrils sniffed for aroma,
this was beginning of weeks drama!
Books and fables they knew from before,
of magic potions that help men score!
They nodded their heads in agreement,
the cure for their men’s predicament!
They soon got their pestle and mortar,
to brew soup so their men are hotter!
For full five days on till that weekend,
the two men were fed medicament....
Result was evident Sunday night,
when men held them in their big arms tight,
Kissed them goodnight and began to snore,
men so very pleased with their golf score!
Written 11/August/2020
“Mystery seeds” contest
Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire
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We've been weighing on my mind.
I'm sorry for my conflicting ways.
I have many layers to my emotions,
some I choose to listen to which end up betraying me.
I was disheveled, when you walked into
my story when things were extremely stormy.
The smile & laugh, which had quit eluded me,
came floating back within me.
It made me smile to know someone could still bring them back
to me.
That maze of which we spoke,
has many winding ways.
Way which lead to many places,
which most people do not stay.
Somehow though, I don't know why,
there is no spark within me.
We do, however, have a key,
the key to smiles & laughter.
After we began to talk I could see how you began to shine.
The many smiles, in that small time, should not become history,
for our friendship could be something great, but now is rather grey.
I understand if you decide
to leave our laughs and friendship behind.
Just do not leave me in the dark, to try and solve the mystery.
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Sleeping
Under the current
We peer through empty window
Shadows
Twisted thoughts
Of useless wishes
Surrounding our minds
Condemning
Sunlight is setting on the horizon
And a new day, has begun.
And I feel it crawling
Warmth soaking into my skin
My eyes close
As I'm smiling and thinking of you
It's trying to tell me that
My love is waiting
Wanting
So I fasten my pace
To head into a new direction
Twords you
Later we are lying
Caught up in the moment
A silent fan
Spinning upon the window sil
We no longer linger our shadows
They have been blown away
And the silence is peaceful
But still I fear the madness
Of what's yet to come
Unknown boundaries
Someone always crosses the line
Then the relationship turns spiteful.
Will it happen?
Or will it work
The biggest mystery
Each time
We always learn to late
But regardless
Of possible failure
Still we try
Humans are so intriguing
Under the current
When a new love breaks out
And I feel it crawling
But I already know
Even though it's under the current
It's only a matter of time
Lets just enjoy it.
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Sing me a song
That lacks the lyrics
That you spray through my hearing
Sing me that song
That I would want to hear
I insist and persist
That you must sing me the song
That will drag me not to resist
That this must be the song
That you sang that day
Yes that is the song
That my ears yearn to hear
The that I’ve longed for
That song that, you since forgot
Since I’m all you got
The song you sang last night
Killed the woman in me
It killed the fire
That once lit in me
The fire you lit
The fire that knits our hearts
Into one big happy smoke
Sing not that again
For it took away my smile
Sing me the song
That them fruits
Of our golden union
Will hear and smile and laugh and giggle
Because they don’t understand
Why you stand and land
Why the big you, would giggle and shy
Why you squeeze one eye at me
And I squeeze two instead
Sing me that song
That explain me this mystery
Sing one not two
That you’ve never sang
To any of your gang
Sing it to the one and only one
A song to be kept
A song to be praised
Not to be left
A song that will raise
The sinking soul in me.
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Right about now the pains gonna start cause you went home and were always apart. I can't say i love you i haven't known you long but when i'm around you i can feel it the feeling gets so strong.
I don't know what to say please tell me right now can i say i love you will you show me how i'll give you anything and tis you will see all you have to do is stop living a mystery.
The rain is falling right now and i have no one to hold it's ripping my heart inside and the blood is drowning my soul fearfully i sit hear waiting for this to stop still waiting stuburnly even knowing its not.
I don't know what to say please tell me right now can i say i want you will you show me how i'll give you anything and this you will see all you have to do is stop living a mystery and come home baby come home to me.
the sun shines so bright yet i feel i might loose this fight this may be the one the very last night i can't get to you and god know's i have tried with all of my might
I wish you would come home we have so many memories so much more making of history if you stop living this mystery long lonly mystery thats misery
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Romanticism
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"The Warm Downward Spiral"
"You’re a warm spoon
I’m hot honey."
he says,
"I know you are"
Ah, the warm welcome
downward spiral
The beautiful madness
takes hold
here in my room
with my
Incubus
love is a verb
spooning hot
honey
over
Blind Man
who now turns
he’s not running
Writes his story
on my pages
with his hands
bold kisses that burn
leaves rustling words
whispering over
pages of skin
Life’s luscious lips
burn their blistering
imprint
I run my finger
down his spine
I place my mark
to save that page
to read over again
and again
He’s a book not yet
fully read,
he’s a story in rough draft
progress yet to be written
sans edit
bold font
never ending
A loose mystery
bookmarked and bound
tight with Red ribbon
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.”
Anaïs Nin
"Here in My Room", Incubus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IlPlKBXRHE
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Romanticism
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I might have fell for the absence of
light;
Your shadow in the blackness vibing so
bright;
I might have fell for the calmness in those burning eyes,
Your mystery that I saw you not trying to hide.
No smiles that didn’t seem right ,
all Alone and fearless of those constant staring sites;
Power in your baggage you held,
hiding of your baggage you never tried.
Then How could have I hide?
When you looked at me for the very first time
how I thought you were any random guy ,
Whose mysteriously Honest eyes,
Gave perfection to Lies.
When for the second time you met my eyes
and kept looking back straight ;
I thought could avoid it
and would mean nothing If I made You wait.
Dilemma of mind
continued with the eyes;
as he looked over
I freaked out inside .
How is it now ,
no body knows no?
Our silent faces
overtake expressions of each go.
Maybe we need to feed each other ,
the emotions we want to see in each other;
Maybe what we love in each other,
needs to be embibed in each other.
That’s how it will go otherwise
working like parallel lines,
Absoluteness in between;
where moments could have taken over
Only the admiration would be seen.
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I'm not the type to tell you the three letter words with eight letter
I'm not the one to open my heart freely as they may say I'm complicated
and a mystery that will only bring frustration
But when I saw you, I felt free; my body shivered could it be real?
They say that when someone can smile just thinking about his eyes or when
their heart skip a beat and their stomach filled with butterflies just seeing him pass by
and lost of words when he says ' hi!, they say, but could it be?
I dream of tasting his lips, his gentle hands holding me close and wanting me more
but wake to reality as the clock strike 6, can we be a pair?
or am I just playing an un-fair game with my heart? because how could this be?
feeling so strongly but could it be real?
There was always something missing, I couldn't figured it out or maybe I just didn't want to
feel this way; Its crazy he's the missing piece to my puzzle and even though I may shyly
look away I know I want him and all he has to offer but until that day when I can proudly
walk over and say hi! back , they say, but could it be
Boy I have a crush on you!
by K.Armstrong
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For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!
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Prose Poetry
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I was wandering in a forest I don't know
My father told me not to but I chose to go..
This place is a mystery to me
Little did I know it's you I'll see..
You said your name is Gin
You have been here because of a sin
You're wearing a mask of some kind
You're silent like you want to speak your mind..
It's time to go back summer is over..
It will take months before I can hover
I will miss you and the life we have
In this little paradise with doors without knob..
You look the same, you never age..
Handsome as you are, you never change
You make the moments I'm with you glow
I speak of you, us, when not here you know..
My heart beats fast when you're near
Do you feel the same though I cant hold you dear?
I think I'm falling in love with you
Though I understand it will be difficult for us two.
But what should concern me now?
This is my heart telling me how..
I feel you without you even touching
I hope what you and I feel is matching..
I want to cherish our time together
I believe that we can have that forever
Maybe not now but when the time is right
When we are ready enough to keep the flight.
I am not prepared for this day I know..
The lights on the tip of your fingers glow..
You smiled and told me to come near
All the happiness I have are replaced by fear..
Gin, you are all the seasons of my life..
If born again I will always want to be your wife..
I love you and all the summers remain..
You will be gone but your memories I will sustain..
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Like the fragrance of honeysuckle clinging to the vine,
Like sea spirit salt rides the inshore breeze,
Like the sun dappled fields of summer, please...
Be mine... my beautiful you... be mine.
Like the flowers I bring you every so often,
Like the ones I should bring you every day,
Be wild and pure and wait there for me,
To see and to take you, my beautiful you.
Like the curves of your body, bending
Behind the glisten of the glass shower stall,
Like sweet nicknames floating down the hall...
Be my mystery ever unfolding, my beautiful you.
All the holidays, like yesterday, I still remember,
Wrapped up with you around the tree…
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September,
As we walk through our seasons, you and me.
And now the twilight's chimney smoke calls us,
Back to the hearth and home we've made,
With little ones who look like you and me,
Our love's perfect union, our soul's sweet serenade.
Through all the days of our days, I'll need you,
So be the breath I cannot live without,
The April morning's rain - mist for my midsummer's drought…
All the holiday's I remember...
Leaves falling round us in a crisp September.
The fragrance of you floating through the hall,
Into my soul's senses, please, be all...
Worth recalling, worth living and dying for...
My beautiful you, my beautiful you...
Be Mine.
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WHY MEN ARE CALLED GROOM AND WOMEN BRIDE
Hullabaloo and cacophony etched in your Union,
Soliloquies to break up with your said-protagonist of a spouse,
You forgot your beautiful euphony, word fusion
When the beginning of two you can't even denounce.
Six months will turn sixty years, hopefully,
Only if you refuse to pull off the plug.
Hope to reminisce your days in the solitary.
Scattered equations be fixed like a computer bug
Malfunctioning & calculating 2 plus 2 as three.
Why is the newly wedded Man called GROOM,
And the woman, full of mystery, called BRIDE?
Her chromosomes which is genetic info room
Is like a deep ocean even as you swim with the tide.
Wedding day was when you 'ere commissioned as GROOM
For the new task of a durational long learning passage.
Nobody calls her WIFE on wedding days but BRIDE,
Your Union overtime will birth it's own adage:
Man "grooms" his BRIDE to become the WIFE.
That's why Men are called "Bridegroom" when he's trending,
Grooming connotes patiently nurturing, teaching her to thrive,
Helping her become and carefully tending.
The altar is for two madly-in-love MATURED mates,
Patiently inclined to groom and to be groomed.
High expectations may automatically results to hate,
To become a WIFE she must be graciously groomed,
It doesn't mean one has the edge.
Before thinking separation, have you groomed her?
Give time for understanding, your universe will merge.
The HAND will need to be patient with the PUZZLE
Else a scattered piece, a show of tumbled King,
Broken Queen will surface, alongside dilapidated Castle.
She's to be your WIFE but still your BRIDE inspite the ring,
Just GROOM the BRIDE, don't painfully hustle
Cos your Union isn't a semantic struggle tussle
If only you follow Divine steps to avoid the hassle.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 7th May, 2020.
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As an orchid in his life,
a reflection from his strife...
He's a flower in his way
and he would say...
I am living as a poem...
choosing freedom on my own,
and the mask of God would
speak...
Here is a clue!
From a message he would live
an adventure that would give...
special meaning to his life...
as he went on...
This would be an evolution,
not for him a revolution...
and he danced it all inside...
out in the rain.
All he needed was a room
and a time of day to bloom...
Such a place he didn't know
where to begin.
He brought forth within a day..
what became all in his way...
His experience would say...
Life is a poem!
And he found a sacred place...
he would use it for his space...
find a meaning for his life...
but there was strife!
Pain and suffering he'd achieve,
life with horror_he would leave
all he needed to get back...
was 'on the track.'
It had been there all the while
but his life became a trial...
Could he see or would he
choose...
another path?
For a life he should be living,
was the one when he was
giving...
He was living out a dream...
that was his own...
and he became a flower...
in the rain.
All the people in his field
opened doors for him to yield,
a refreshment for his bliss...
but he would miss!
So he followed just a thread...
to a path where he was led...
in a journey that for him,
required a death!
A renewal from his past...
something sacred that would
last...
One condition for another
he would find...
There were trials and
revelations...
for a while an incubation.
He found more about himself
as he went on...
Such a dragon he would slay...
no longer bound to his own
way.to
Something greater he would
give
in all his bliss...
From a mystery in life,
he found value in his strife...
and he became a flower...
in the rain.
July 27th, 2012
from The Power of Myth by
Joseph Campbell
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In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores
for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `
Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
The red album, The blue album , The White album
Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
Ringo's face , something hard to understand underneath~
I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears
For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence
Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died
I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it "
No .. this was not my hero in music and song .
he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes
bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss
One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
his world of secrets
He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
The very sad long and winding Road ~
Let us Bury our real Paul.
No more " Mystery tour "
No more fear
Let him be in peace ~
Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "
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