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Towards love we will go to where it is soft
to touch the perch on which he lays his heart
perhaps I'll meet him in the Holy loft
up on that place where lovers never part
Beside his soul I'll hover still as tree
without a sound to break the spell of love
my eyes will speak of tender poetry
to him, who woos me like a turtle dove
I'll bellow out and sound like a kazoo
and he will surely hear my mating call
approaching from the heaven's oh so blue
a paramour of beauty five feet tall
I'll meet him in the sky so tender oft
inside this dream of old impassioned soft*
Inside this dream of old impassioned soft
the beating of my wings against your chest
we must arrive no matter what the cost
inside this Shangri-La of joy and bless
To press my cheek against your velvet crush
and run my fingers through your ebon hair
to whisper words of love until you blush
beneath that sweet emollient moon so fair
For when our souls begin to journey on
to where the stars are shining their own light
I'll be the luster that will heal your qualms
and bring you to me like a shining knight
when hour is shorn and we are born again
we'll be together like, one last Amen*
We'll be together like one last Amen
and live as dusk and dawn by ocean view
we'll soar like angels in God's glistening den
then you will know for sure that I love you
we won't be needing food or clothes or drink
I'll be a Rose of Sharon in your hand
inside this special place we'll seal the link
forget the world out there, its simply grand
when lovers meet beyond all space and time
there is nowhere to go but deep inside
when lovers love with pure hearts so Divine
the bells of Notre Dame are on our side
so let us be the ether of loves waft,
towards love we will go to where its soft.
Written By: D. Collins 9/15/20
Its all in your pattern, amongst everything else.
You would likely spot it, if you looked inside yourself.
I can see it from a distance, That's how obvious it is.
God gives me the signs before it rolls off your lips.
Anyone paying attention know an attitude change.
When a simple conversation becomes such a drain.
The pattern is what teaches us what we need to learn.
It shows the character of a person beyond no return.
These revelations don't come by word of mouth.
It comes by knowing a person, and wathing the clock.
The cycle is repeated over and over, again.
I've got it down to a science without even knowing.
you'd entered into my
inner most peace
like a house of cards
three eights two fours
stunned i was when a kiss
of desire unmatched
divided a crowded room
four of a kind ravished i was
sinking into a straight
my pulse racing an yet
timidly shy quite the fetish
how two queens could ever
devour seventy seven gullible sharks
swarming almost skating across
unchartered waters streaming
over babbling brooks all wearing
the same suits i didn't dare
take a peek as nothing was wilder
than my savaged thoughts
collecting one million
diamond tear drops for one million
clinging hearts holding on tightly
to a nice percentage of lost memories
the house that was once so very full
what see's night
in heat that she stands before me
all of the world sings
him as greatest
that a world agifted with his him
is loved
yet tomorrow's are the yesterdays of futuristic talkings
might these now's mean as much as you should allow them
and is this the first day of a beginning
that shall speak thru the ages
as we are to marry and
create those who shall speak of us as beginning
that our offspring shall say that we
have decided to make the tomorrow's
of people who shall know us
those who shall adore us
those that shall despise us.
are these the startings of the days to come
might the nights be warmed by the flesh of
your body
might mornings be the start of new days yet to come.
Written By: D. Collins 5/8/25
After tariffs upon the world an American Pope is elected.
Does it have anything to do with how we're so disrespected?
Maybe it's the world's way of trying to reign Chaos in.
While Chaos will expect the Pope to personally visit him.
Does The Pope have knowledge of the petafiles within the church?
Did he participate or look away, for fear of who it would hurt?
Oval Office visit plans are most likely currently underway.
Chaos must have that photo shoot to add to his resume.
Religion and politics are intermingled during these times.
We've had a week of Pope coverage, while Isreal takes Palestine.
It kind of makes you wonder, where has the Christ Love been?
Those deported and dying just happen to be of darker skin.
Another Spanish Inquisition of adopt my religion or die.
The only difference is that it is twenty-twenty-five.
When Chaos pics with a Bible and The Pope.
The world's People of Color really have no HOPE!
A descension of value bows night scenes,
the purple canopy edges its hoist,
spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen,
Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced.
A loyal guest calls, it's the Sandhill Cranes,
dancing lessons, fields fattening corn orts,
pecking and choosing established campaigns.
Last state, go afoul, -- a date with the courts.
Locals aid their tally, most from afar,
It is nature's clock, all good things must end,
fly north to breed, and brood, and up to par,
A month's here, till next year, that's how the trend.
Awnings grey, triumphant stirs, the tension,
inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension.
My Hobbies:
I used to offer prayers because i know that
Only Allah AlMighty is my true God.
Prayer is one of essential pillar of islam.
Through prayer we can distinguished between good people & bad people.
I used to listen music because
The hidden meanings in lyrics
Gave me cause to think about my Best upcoming future life.
I feel relax Because i know one day i will become
Bride.inshAllah.
Now I used to write poetry because
I must get all these words out of my
head that are useful to others.
I used to cook food,Because
I know that
Stomach is the only organ of your hubby
Through which you can easily reach
to the heart of your Hubby.
I used to do job,
Because i want to know the
People psychology all around the universe
So i can easily spent my married life
With my experienced learnings.
I used to be conservative
Because i know
Pure eastern culture roots are more expensive than
Western roots.
I know the beauty of this roots.
In the end
I will only say
Little deeds of kindness
Little words of Love
Make our world an Eden
Like an Heaven Above.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Written By: D. Collins 2/1/25
Like thick sliced bacon straight from the air fryer.
Today my daughter is Queen of her empire.
Her subjects will do whatever she wants done.
And on her birthday served with total Cart Blanche.
Like the crispy, fried bacon left on our tongue.
She's a woman that stands second to none.
Yeah, a father is biased when it comes to his.
But, today is the day she was born to live.
Once there was a time.
A long time ago.
As I was looking for a flat.
Making sure it was right for me.
Just so I could make it my own.
I took a walk through the halls.
Way over there, in an out of the way corner.
That's when I saw it, the writing on the wall.
The closer I came, the more I saw a love spell.
Although It was wearing thin from years past.
This is how it read:
She asks if she could get back all the missing
pieces ~ all the pieces she had given away,
To lovers that didn't stay.
All the parts that had been broken, and betrayed.
All the parts that were left out in the rain.
All the parts that were dropped and kicked around.
It said she didn't think they wanted them anyway.
All the parts of herself, she felt she lost along the way.
She asks for all the missing pieces to be returned to her.
If that was ok ~ Just so she wouldn't fade away.
7/ 9 / 2011 8pm
Was looking through a 3 ring binder of my old poetry,
The oil of life
when one writes about minorities
no one wants to know, the next page is about knitting, please.
We do not like to read about losers
and our responsibility for their failure.
A tsunami came rolled over the landscape, changed it
and the language, unstoppable misery for the people
who lived there, but it brought us the automobile.
The Palestinians have lost most of their land and now
they are losing more, except their dignity.
We don´t want to know the next page about knitting, please.
Let us read about the super-rich and their yachts
and Rolls Royce, we like to see the pictures of them
in magazines, their villas and life mode-
we dislike the truth, and it demands us to sit up straight
and think about the world and the orangutan losing
their habitat to palm oil.