Long Billet doux Poems

A Daniel, Come to Judgment!

Before I give my judgment in this case,
my custom is to have the plaintiff read
aloud, before the other party, face to face

the statute law that’s pertinent.  The screed,
Miss Gentileschi, starts...

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One of the fringe benefits of working in a rare book bookstore is I get to hold and see…books that were published in the 1890’s…books twice as old as me!

More often than not in these...

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After a year of working in foreign land, Marilyn the eldest daughter wrote to her family about her situation and job. And most especially to express her true feeling to her family.
Dear Mama, 
 
On...

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Standing in the rain he looked at her, as she looked away
Drops of black tears down her face, but not from any pain
“Do you feel; do you even know what it is to love?”
It’s an...

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As I sit in the musty library
In a once great house
I read, not one of the leather bound tomes
That fill the shelves from floor to ceiling
But a collection of letters
Neatly tied in ribbons
And they take...

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They are only some old love letters
that I keep in a box under the stair.
Wrapped in string, with a wedding ring
and a lock of auburn hair.

And I take them out occasionally,
and carefully untie the twine.
And...

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If you have people in life whom you love…I suggest you find a way….
to tell them that you love them…a little…every day.

There are a myriad of ways to say ‘I love you’…
whether you love a...

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O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances; 

O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat...

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Unladylike though to speak this heart of mine
          for a certain man who makes my day shine.
         ...

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With concentration-knit-brow pose, 
   She reads and holds the letter close, 
There's good news, her joyful smile shows, 
   Rays of hope shine through the windows;
In anticipation's mad throes, 
 ...

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Do you remember yesteryear,
with memories so fresh and clear?
That little note, the billet-doux,
for fleeting chance to bill and coo;
a partner free and debonair,
who shared your nights - without a care?

A brunette here, a Greek au...

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I crossed the bridge of stars
Searching you
and found my dawn
and your dusk
 
On my way
I also found Billet-doux
like crushed roses
on white clouds 
floating all around
with imperfect traipse 
to fall back on earth
 
may be my...

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