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The first time, I saw my love it was a moment in time,
It was a spiritual experience and I was swept away;
I abandoned myself to this perfect head-spinning love,
Obsessive musings, like an addict with mood swings.
It was more than his physical attractiveness for me,
I was lost in a dream of a forever, ever beautiful love;
Falling for him was like falling into a crystal clear stream,
I dreamed again and again of our precious moments.
I was an emotional wreck, who could not sleep or even eat,
My heart beat faster when he was even just talking;
When we were apart, I was full of longing and anxiety,
Falling in love is very bizarre, it creeps up magically.
Soon our lifes were entwined and we were deeply bonded,
Coated with desire, respect and a genuine courtship;
I let go of expectations and overlooked all his negative,
He was my lover, my friend and my companion always.
We never crowded each other, we both had an outside life,
With our own interests and friends, our eyes never roamed;
Sadly, we buried a child on our journey and that made us stronger,
He took this weeping girl that was me and I was healed.
Then, the unimaginable happened, my love was taken away,
Another path was written for him and I was left far behind;
I only find my love down a winding path in a place of tears,
His name engraved in cold stone for all of eternity.
But, my love for him endures and will never, ever dissipate,
Our bond is endless, and I know he waits beyond the clouds;
It is a love that even death cannot destroy, and it will go on and on,
And in my dreams, he lives still, quiet, gentle and strong.
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September 28, 2015
Narrative
Submitted to the contest, 101 In A Row - 6
Sponsor, PD
Third Place
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Written for the contest, Falling in Love,
sponsor, Aiyah de Torres
First Place
The first time, I saw my love it was a moment in time,
It was a spiritual experience and I was swept away;
I abandoned myself to this perfect head-spinning love,
Obsessive musings, like an addict with mood swings.
It was more that his physical attractiveness for me,
I was lost in a dream of a forever, ever beautiful love;
Falling for him was like falling into a crystal clear stream,
I dreamed again and again of our precious moments.
I was an emotional wreck, who could not sleep or eat,
My heart beat faster when he was even just talking;
When we were apart, I was full of longing and anxiety,
Falling in love is very bizarre, it creeps up magically.
Soon our life's were entwined and we were deeply bonded,
Coated with desire, respect and genuine courtship;
I let go of expectations and overlooked all his negative,
He was my lover, my friend and my companion always.
We never crowded each other, we both had an outside life,
With our own interests and friends, our eyes never roamed;
Sadly, we buried a child on our journey and that made us stronger,
He took this weeping girl, that was me and I was healed.
Then, the unimaginable happened, my love was taken away,
Another path was written for him and I was left far behind;
I only find my love down a winding path in a place of tears,
His name engraved in cold stone for all of eternity.
But, my love for him endures and will never, ever dissipate,
Our bond is endless, and I know he waits beyond the clouds;
It is a love that even death cannot destroy, and it will go on and on,
And in my dreams, he lives still, quiet, gentle and strong.
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September 28, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/"Forever Entwined In Love"
Copyright Protected, ID 15-733-938-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Love Poems, Sponsor, Alexis Y
First Place
Code Assignment: a noun used to describe a person feilding there options in the beginning of a relationship. Among the communality of those who shared there interest: she was known as one who refused to share how her relationships would end: allowing for a messy exchange toward the exit of her partner.
Critia: Noun,:Competition setting the standard for how one might realte to the addition of another. Often set against the unknowing partner. Desribed as mean and uncaring.
A Magazine Man/ Magazine woman: a noun
a person who wishes to create models instead of relationships. Using an attractive person to see how a person reacts to there attractiveness.
Predetermange: verb situation where someone predetermined decision is spoken allowing for the exit of ones partner.
Sorter of Privilege: a noun a person who refuses to marry just because he/she loves the other person. Such relationships are often used might the person who is most favored might find another partner using the former relationship as the guideline to how the current relationship will be.
Pure love: Noun and verb an action that indicates interest.
A noun: two people who love one another and refuse to allow other to seperate them as a couple. One's intent to marry.
Lover Vow: noun, spoken words of commitment. either written or spoken as an agreement due to the condition of love.
Vance Script: a script between two people with the same interest, who either lack's guidance due to the third person's disbelief in there feelings. a precursor to the end of a third person involved with an a pending couple. The three man out curses because he wasn't chosen as the person the woman desired to be with.
Specific Levels: a condition were a person is involved with more than one indivadaul and people refuse to dismantle the relationship in advance of it beiing People using others as entertainment. Where the relationship is spokened of as serious but it lacks the components of being a serious relationship.
Most females have forgotten that it takes more than
just being a woman to qualify as a lady.
Many women think that being sexy is all about
T & A, and not about inner beauty and the attractiveness of a gorgeous mind. Hence, they have put these ideas into their children growing brains.
So many of our young girls think sex is love, that's sad.
Way to many females don't even know what a classy lady is, they think it has to do with societies class system. This is because they have never met a classy lady, only trashy females trying to convince everybody they have class, all while their ass is hanging out!
The problem here lies in good role models, for all ages. Just because a woman is financially successful does not make her an appropriate role model. Having money and having class have NOTHING to do with each other. Fortunate girls have been blessed with good role models who were truly a class act ( hence their actions were in concert with their character as women). Some of us were shown a classic classy lady in our grandmothers, mothers, aunts, sisters and friends. Many were not that blessed.
Raising a daughter with class, confidence, intelligence and inner beauty can be a tall order in today's world. The media has twisted these values substantially. Parents, you know what you have done or failed to do. Instilling integrity, fidelity, honor and character is your job when raising a child. When a young person without basic values is turned loose upon the world, that word "classy" can determine there future. I know the task is difficult, but think of your love for your child. Do you condone trashy or promote classy? Kids can't be left to teach themselves ethics and self worth. I challenge parents to step up to the task and give your kids the gift of good parenting.
She danced through the house smiling and singing.
We had to sit and be entertained. Her happiness
came at her current Lovers expense: as who she
always wanted became available through a break-up.
She dismissed him without any regards to his feelings
or concern. I have been his Secret lover ,his pen-pal,
on his waiting list and now I am his. Might the moon
spotlight my performance, that a world
of people who wish us together might gather as friends
and family united in the spirt of our belonging.
Then to be only, his only might a world of people who
understand love unite us. That he has swayed me into
interest, his two year eldership might gain him favor
that I may speak his wisdom from the position as husband.
Divisi Ossia, Legato Pesante, Presto piu Mosso,
Forte Del Segno, Metis Kanata: might mornings sing the
praises of love. To be patient and find false promises, works
in the making to satisfy my trust in him. Might all the
intentions of our togetherness be in the interest of our trust,
our needs, our wants and our reward, in that laborious convey
that cements our love.
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The journey of the inner soul is an adventure of the mind
The fear of failure dominates the path you cannot find
You start rebelling as a youth to soothe your sorted past
Surrendering to lethal ways, emotions that don’t last
The scheme of life then sustains a disregard for good
The psyche has fooled you once again to think you understood
Matters of the heart incite a tear from God’s own eye
He challenges your distant stance but he hears no reply
Motivated by your pain, avenging shattered dreams
The choice is made to blame yourself, the end justifies the means
Retaliation takes it’s toll, revenge is not so sweet
Alone your left to lick your wounds, experiencing defeat
Your pursuit now takes a twisted turn to rectify your wrongs
Repentance comes a bit too late you find you don’t belong
Consumed with sorrow for the loss you fall on bended knee
You plead with time to take you back or end the misery
Adjusting time to fit your needs you choose a solitary path
Never daring to open up to expose a bitter wrath
Foolish clues are left behind on the passage of mistrust
You quench your fears determined pessimism is a must
Attractiveness now obsolete, a body once was fine
Gives up the struggle to compete and now just prays for time
Much too busy to contest nature’s irritating ruse
No longer able to invest in dreams you’ll never use
An aggressive self-assertion, an annoying point of view
Assist in the discomfort of the idle part of you
The arrogance of freedom and the mortifying pride
Yearns for simple innocence left withering inside
The taste of life is bitter sweet, God’s plans have been revealed
You try your best to seize control while waiting to be healed.
Form:
Jungle to Jungle
Layers and layers of lush, razor-sharp, green foliage, providing, equally perfect habitats for multitudes of species exotic. Host to panthers, pythons and multifarious arrays of life yet unknown by man. The sundry lot a’ top the food chain to the tiny jungle mouse low on the hierarchy…
animal kingdom
survival of the fittest
whence left undisturbed
Cross the bridge mistaken for familiarity and entrée’ asphalt territory. Layers and layers of human dwellings built vertically and horizontally one on top of the other. Attractiveness denoting socioeconomic status. Undergrowth thick with history. Yet, who is your neighbor! Most times a mystery. Lowly is the mouse in both settings…
of human species
attributed to their wealth
live comfortably
Animals hunt to live, while humans hunt for sport. Nature alerts its inhabitants to danger through sounds, smells and instinct. Metropolises hide their red flags so easily through normal chaotic interactions and the flawed idealistic, the Just, who still hold on to the belief of basic human morality. Need we take a lesson from nature’s jungle to the concrete jungle?
humans bare conscience
so should yield more harmony
no apparently
SunshineWilliams
I have never seen anything quite like you. No man is immune to your beauty,
but I happen to be the one with an immune system that withstand your attractiveness.
Oh yes, they say a rose is the most beautiful flower in the world,
Yet roses knows that you are the prettiest creature ever made on this earth. When you flaunt your beauty, I bloom a million times like water lily in my mind
You are exceptionally pretty, but you are more unique like a passion flower. Everything about you is gorgeous, but when I look into your eyes I see pure beauty with no disguise. The way that you smile at me flashes back the attractive picture of you which I saw when I was a fetus in my mother’s womb.
And if beauty was air, you would be the cleanly oxygen that I breathe into my lungs. At night, I used to rely with the moon until your striking light skin complexion made me to realize the inventor of light.
Seventy two years old now
and the only thing I’m really sure of
is that you gals tend to like taller guys,
an anatomical preference
like larger breasts are for many guys
though not all of course. ? Well,
I guess I should mention symmetry too,
though this is a more unconscious choice
that is linked to physical attractiveness
and which suggests quality genetic codes,
healthy babies, that sort of thing.
Though neither sex may escape our programming
surely there is something more
something some people stumble upon by accident
like breathing comes to most
that the rest of us perhaps could learn?
But surely poets must have written about it,
in dusty books that fail to attract much attention,
might lie answers unrecognized by mortal man?
Well, I believe that I may have found that answer,
though it lies really in simply understanding one word…
“Yes,” the answer is “Yes!”
Have you ever really said “Yes!” to another person,
not “Maybe” but “Yes!” Has anyone ever said “Yes!” to you?
Loving another seems so hard to understand at times.
What does loving another really mean even?
One day she wants you to go shopping with her,
Sometimes she actually wants you to say,
“No, I really don’t like those shoes with that dress!”
How is a guy to know? You can’t!
But you can be yourself,
you can speak the truth too,
which may disappoint her at times.
But if you want to know what it feels like to be loved,
Say “Yes!” always “Yes” simply “Yes!”
Brian Johnston
July 13, 2015
_______Conscious Mind________---
She used her natural beauty to keep him.
She often times exerted her power
of her attractiveness to get her way.
He remarked of how
she made him tingle inside.
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______Sub-Conscious Mind________
Dim witted and gullible
he felt foolish and used
unwise and uncertain
he asked to take a cruise
she smiled and spoke
in a clear and strong voice
I'd rather have the money
money is a better choice
he tried to smooth her edges
by inviting her to lunch
she saw it as seduction
and told him to make it brunch
but if it's brunch
He said nevermind
she offered him a dollar for a buss
he thought it cute at first
than it made he mad
well if you just leave than
I will be glad
male unworthiness
and female dishonor
He consciously and unconsciously
understood her position
but his friends warned him
that he was in a dangerous position
if you interaact and mingle
and she show's interest and desire
you'll date and couple up
and change the script to let you think
she knows you
The first, the third and the Fifth
she'll change the script
close your eyes when you dance
and midway open up
if she's there ya'll are together
but if she gone you're alone
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____Subconscious mind____________________
he grabbed a string of sausages
and put them in a bassoon
by thyme we arrive the
sausages will be done
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