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When I gaze into your eyes,
I see a void down in your soul.
I feel this tender longing,
to give my heart and make you whole.
Your mirrors whisper softly,
"Please come to me, share your touch."
My heart is being summoned,
I want your loving very much.
Words that flow from your spirit,
caress me gently with a kiss.
Held captive in your essence,
why can't love always feel like this?
Tenderness springs from your heart,
pouring in tears from saddened eyes.
I long to quell your sorrow,
bring back bliss, restore warm sighs.
I’m moved by that certain look,
the one that says, "Oh baby please!"
Breathing deeply, pulse racing,
I feel high and weak in the knees.
How your eyes enchant my soul,
with every gesture of your love.
Spellbound by each sweet nothing,
My dreams soar to Heaven above.
Each time your eyes look at me,
I know my hope for love's alive.
I’m pulled inside your safe place,
where romantic truth can survive.
Frozen
Stop the winter; bring back summer.
I was happy once.
Stop the heartbreak; paint a landscape.
Let me fall in love.
I need a kiss from my true love to warm my frozen heart.
Let it go! Let it go! That perfect girl is gone…
I am tired of all the snow; I stare into the stars.
On this cold night, I kiss goodbye, to the heat inside my heart.
The leaves are beginning to fall, summer is no more,
Love is left afar.
Staring from the ice tower balcony, all I see is snow.
Arendelle has frozen over; I am left hollow.
Where is my true love? Have I already met her?
Where is my true love? I never will forget her.
If only she could be my true love, I would be free at last,
But as I only see my future, no turning back,
I am frozen by my past.
Princes and Princesses belong together,
No matter what the weather.
Sun or rain, snowstorms or thunder;
You have cast a spell so perfectly, that I am forever under.
Rescue me from what I hold inside;
These memories of love, frozen in this heart of ice.
Anna made me laugh…
I want a love that lasts.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
if I could trace back
to that period
before it all started
some hundreds shameful years ago
when, under thatch great men
with courageous minds were made
Days,
when we aim neither
for fancy houses
nor folding bridges
true peace was what we preach
Then,
our egos yearn for more
we set to conquer civilization
our brethren we exchanged
for soap, gunpowder and tobacco
After we made them great
on their intelligence they heap praise
that their so-called industrialization
our labour they exploited
what they'll never mention
They fooled us
to believe that
we can catch up with them
invisible ladders they built
which we have to climb
to meet them on the top
Slowly,
we poisoned ourselves
with their westernization
embracing all those illogical concepts
shaky as a kid's first steps
Then,
came our realization
of how foolish
we had been
Gladly,
they left
knowing they will
always come back
for they know our minds
have embraced their every thoughts
Years passed,
radically they came back
this time with new faces
of remorse with impunity
to suck the marrow from those bones
Foolishly again
we allowed them
to confiscate our brains
this time not with chains or canes
but with thoughts of doubt
Now here we are
crippling and dripping
of sweats that would have been theirs
instead of mending holes in our thatches
we fought for their badges
But,
what if we learn to breathe under water?
what if our chiefs can lead better?
what if they need us morethan
we need them?
where are those ideas of Pan-Africanism?
where are those men
who fought with swords and words?
Let's bring back those days
..............BUT LAMENTATIONS.
Originally posted on: https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/
https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/
Upon the shores of Alexandria’s gleam,
A Library rose, ambition’s dream,
Where scrolls amassed like autumn leaves,
And scholars spun what mind achieves.
Muse-haunted halls, papyrus gold,
Ptolemaic hands, ambitions bold,
Zenodotus and Eratosthenes,
Measured Homer, measured seas.
Callimachus penned the Pinakes’ art,
Cataloging wisdom, knowledge’s chart.
Hero taught as numbers demand,
While diacritics shaped the poetic land.
Yet history’s tide began its turn,
With exiles forced and scrolls to burn.
Caesar’s fire, a shadow cast,
Yet stubbornly, the Library lasts.
Through Roman years, the dust grew deep,
Support grew thin, the scholars weep.
War and wrath swept ancient halls,
Until silence claimed the marble walls.
Serapeum’s shadow lingered on,
A haven for minds, though nearly gone.
Swept away by decree and strife,
Lost forever, Alexandria’s life.
So knowledge bloomed and knowledge waned,
In Alexandria, wisdom reigned
Until the world forgot its name,
But I'm here to bring back it's fame.
....where dandelions begin to die within the heat of summer's wrath,
i blow wishes in the warm caress of winds towards the empyrean above;
in barren fields, a lone flower grows
beneath the hue of dawn's early light
yellow petals slowly fade to white
in a zephyr breeze my wish now blows
to see you stand on shadowless hills
pirouette between the clouds of skies
wipe dry tears that fall from shallow eyes
and rid my heart of these deathly chills
free me from these lifeless gasps of breaths
the mask of death is now parading
all my thoughts its slowly invading
eupnea falls silent in mind's bequeths
i long to fold back these hands of time
erase the pain that lingers in tears
escape the seconds of lonely years
and hear your voice rise within wind's mime
....oh to bring back those that have left life through the shackles of death
and see them rise again in the folds of life, fresh like a flower as it blooms
within the rise of new dawns, blushed with color again!
August 22, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor Dear Heart
Having wonderful summer memory
it warms our hearts long
Summer memories that we can bring back
on the cold windy autumn evenings
Summer memories we can dream of when
snow falls during the winter
It will warm our hearts in front of the fireplace
on a cold winter night
Summer memories is a new journey
when one thinks back
Yes, we can almost feel the sun warm and the
smell of beautiful flowers
Close your eyes......running barefoot in
a meadow of timothy
Watch the sunset..... sun bathing in the sea
Ah yes.....
Yes, it was quite a summer
After the fall, winter and spring comes summer
again and we can create new memories
that we will take good care of
A-L Andresen :)
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Wake up America,
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper meaning
Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing
While you think it’s the beat you are feeling
Listen to the words and then tell me if it’s still appealing
Even Movies have brainwashed your judgment of what’s ok
Too many people are sitting back, watching our ethics slip away.
The Government has helped us all too simply learn to accept
While gradually breaking down the family structure, many have just slept.
No longer can we allow these planted seeds of lies to continue to grow
This is real reality, not some entertainment show
Our children are not aware
That their future is in for a scare
Our youth are looking for role models and leaders
They have become susceptible to idolize bottom feeders
Wake up America,
We need a real change
Bring back integrity, morals and stop being estrange
They keep us busy in televised drama
Currently immune, with no proper armor
While people are starving and walking around half alive
They are plotting our nation’s permanent demise
Sex trafficking is at a an all-time high
Wealthy men are raping young girls in America and when they are done with them they watch them die!
Poverty and greed is causing drug dealers to lead
A generation of angry lost young man
Creating baby’s that start the cycle again
The more eyes that now see
The more we can be
Brought back to truth and sanity
The rich are getting richer and the working class have grown tired
Democracy is being set on fire
You may question what you can do
If everyday each person changed just one view
We would be able to recover what has been lost and start bran new
The people need to take a stand and vote like they really care
We must join together, use our voice, and remind them we are still there.
BY: Sabina Nicole
Written: 1-1-12
Bring back Nobuhle
Why did you keep her body
She's gone let us bury her with dignity and respect
Bring back our sister
Why why are you keeping our sisters body in your country?
Why should we suffer in oder to get her body?
Why there is United Nations if we are not united?
Why should we be happy if our sister is not in our country?
God God help us
Help us to bring Buhle back in South Africa
Shembe please help us bring Buhle back in South African
We need her body
We need her in South Africa
God listen to us
Wipe our tears
Make them hear us
Oh dear God
We come upon on you
There is no one bigger then you
Regarding yours truly
he experienced setback
amplified by Luddite propensity
nostalgic longing for simpler age
bring back horse and buggy
better yet find me a mancave
and/or apprise me
ideally via email
Flintstone web page modality
allowing, enabling, and providing
excellent linkedin access
whereby augmented
and/or augmented reality
telecommunication simulation
delivers, exports, and ferries lame poetaster
to small town America
a place that time forgot and
the decades cannot improve
within which dwell
strong women, good-looking men
and above average children
Wobegon place name
preserving lifestyle
exhibiting voluntary simplicity
though aforementioned fictitious locale
fires up imagination as does
a place called Willoughby
flourishing along outer limits
of twilight zone
buzzfeeding outlier zee
crème de la crème confabulist
this side of Schwenksville
hankering towards... nebulous
body, mind and spirit synchronicity
courtesy sweat of mine brow equity
acquiring alliance, cognizance, existence,
guidance, intelligence...
think Dick Proenneke
alone in the wilderness survivalist
jack of all trades
I would live free,
yet nevertheless die
ill equipped to captcha victuals
and/or drink
to stave off hunger
and/or thirst respectively
one twenty first century beastie boy
heavily dependent upon
urbanization, mechanization,
industrialization, civilization
to savor creature comforts
climate controlled environment(s)
courtesy finite fossil fuel extraction
*****sapiens scourge upon planet Earth
me metaphorically on par
one more human parasite
zapping nonrenewable resources
thus desirous (yet helpless)
to forsake consumerist lifestyle
yet lack ways and means
to toil physically
to wrest good n plenti
juicy fruits of labor,
which initial premise
as iterated with poem title
dramatically off tangent, yes?
Signed, JabroniVille USA
Hammer the sidewalk to watch it crack
Fade the symbols and strike a chord
Watch an army of plumbers unite
To evict the evil worms digging holes
In the universe
But most importantly
Welcome to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody works
A town where nobody thinks
A town where nobody votes
A town where nobody gives a hoot
Torch the buildings and watch them burn
While roasting marshmallows over the remains
Of the dead haunted by yesterday's wars
Bring back the drum beat and strike a chord
It's time for the guitar solo
But most importantly
Welcome to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody works
A town where nobody thinks
A Town where nobody votes
A town where nobody gives a hoot
So pull up a chair as I set of nuclear bombs
The days from the past disappear
We're all just headless chickens running around
Not knowing left from right and up from down
It's time to drop the bass
Finally
Never come back to JabroniVille USA
A town where nobody worked
A town where nobody thought
A town where nobody voted
A town where nobody gave a hoot
So pull down the signs
Nothing is here for you to see
Everything was left destroyed
By thoughtless drones
And corrupt leaders
Signed, JabroniVille USA