Passion Joy Poems

You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again. - Maggie Stiefvater,...

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True love, the kind that lasts,
Remembers to give, with an open heart,
Remembers to listen, to hear what’s being spoken,
Remembers to laugh, to smile, to kiss,
Remembers...

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Love, with all her iridescent shadows,
bruised by trembling winds of melancholy,
grieving the moments before vows were taken,
startling away the fears, the tears, the years
restoring the...

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“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I...

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Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and...

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Ebullient fluid ecstasy 
cascades charisma
across the fabric
of the valley of time,
as on convivial canvas 
      of sanguinity 
the emotive artist...

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Not only a dusty attic, crammed with forgotten things,
But a bittersweet symphony, the heart in memory sings.

The air hangs heavy, thick with "what ifs" and...

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Ephesians 2:8 (KJV) “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:”

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It’s grace…

that leaves footprints...

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Little waves of light, reflecting darkest night,
Embracing shadows, so alive – feelings to recite.

Little wonders, growing, soft and silent, flowing,
Coloring hearts, so graceful – amazing,...

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the moment her eyes
   elusive 
yet the sea sees her
within, 
such vast
oceans her thoughts
told by a thousand
and quell not
   her active...

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Line of inquiry:

The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left...

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Beneath a sun, both bright and bold,
A scoop of sunshine spun from gold.
Creamy vanilla, a child's delight,
Melting slow, in the midday's light.

Sticky fingers, a sugary...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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When I hit the dance floor,
I feel I am free and in a magical place,
free to pour.

My emotions,
passion, zest show through deftness, grace,
motions.

Upbeat
with magic pace.
Feat.

When...

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Our green campus favorite
MuseSpeech Teacher
always hosted outside seminars
at noon,
Sharp!

And served chocolates
while mentoring
Her systemic theology

"Doesn't get on well
with academic secularized ecology
we have
and have not
personally experienced."

This is...

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