Long Dona Poems

I have this faith deep inside that my Father, my beloved Father, can mend my broken dreams
There's a purpose for us being on Earth
It serves us well to be good examples for the future Kingdom
We...

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In the bottom of the ocean
Is where my heart lies
Abide by my side, my devotion 
Is lost in the crowd of gals and guys 
Don't make me wait my turn to receive rationality 
Don't make...

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Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a...

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It was a bitter morning, the ground hotter upon my flesh
I kneeled at the center of the pit on the twentieth day,
Remembering a tune sung so long ago,
A great song grieving for the incessant wars...

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Italian version. (continued from first part)
Tale è l’orror  che assale la mia mente
Di quanto ho visto e rivissuto prima
Da ridurla al silenzio più opprimente.
Pian piano poi risal verso la cima
Creando ancora immagini e illusioni
Senza...

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Tragic, When Innocence Was Lost And Love Fled
(Youth, Dreams And Reality Series) poem number 1)

 
Like lake June swans once so were she and I
Passionate romance money cannot buy
Coupled and in heart's fervor we stood
Giving...

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“Where does Love live
It lives in The Light within
where time never ends it just begins”. 
Lady Labyrinth


"50 Words for Poe: The Lacrimosa"

Room 9 was haunted
this much was known 
with great fear and trepidation
all patients avoided...

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Words I write...erased
Words I speak comes out one ear
Love I send...hated

Your words left unsaid
But, instead, tucked in my head
Wondrin' when it's said...

I dread the silence 
I need you, I want you now 
Patience...self-control 

Singing and...

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Quyted (to depart from) your arms is an urge I have held on to
Qwerty language got me typing away with you for no clue (reason)
Quenched in your disqualifying love affair 
Tired of being your nightmare...

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And Margarita holds her mother's sleeve
as she's lead toward the waiting surrey ride.
El Segundo with reins of bays doth weave
to find a space at colonnade's near side.

"I've never seen him misbehave, Segundo. Are you sure...

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From the dark shadows of the past to the unfair justice of this cruel world lies every new day that passes by around the shores of the flowing river, like a gentle wind it flows...

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DIE THE DEATH!
(Dona eis requiem sempiternam)

Die the death and transcend vanity
O poor vernal flesh and bone,
Waned out of this primal valley
And sink like the moon beyond the coast.

All expectations, ‘tis the greatest
Reclined at the backdrop...

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El Segundo walks boards and he doth show
good balance warning native youths who dare
to make him stumble they must show some care.
Then carriage he now leads to colonnade,
and waits for family's entry three to share
but...

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Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their...

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Now Dona Rose thinks peon bowls are for
the lower classes- priest is making joke.
In mind, with "pobres" she would never yoke.
Don Jose gave his wife a mild rebuke.
His disapproval he now doesn't cloak.
Such attitude's enough...

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A gathering of whispers travel from breath to breath,
much like trains picking up chattering gossips along its 
route. With breath held, they stand and wait to join the 
last exhale of the wretch standing on...

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Now they do leave and go their distant ways.
Don Jose rides with Arracho to shore
as Segundo brings ladies home with bays.
The destination's hacienda's door.

Sound of iron rims on cobblestone turned heads to see Alcalde's wife
and...

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Did raised hands show religious fervor new?
Don Jose, Dona Rose Marie thought so.
Don Jose gave his wife a smile that grew,
and Rose Marie returned his smile with glow.
The convent time had made her pious, lo
all...

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Tango in Argentina 
It was eons ago, in Buenos Aires, many of us around a table at a cafe
 I can’t remember why I was there think it was something to do with 
buying race...

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Now Dona Rose was sweating so and fanned,
then hearing name now mentioned she took heed
to any information she would need.

" Senora, Don Hernandez has invited me to have
dinner in your home tonight. It's one of...

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El diablo was Margarita's pride
that gave exciting ride across the fields
and plains of Luis Ore with lengthened stride.
In mind, El Diablo to reins now yields.
With gentle guide, the guilding she now wields
to leap the rapid...

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Toni, sheathed in black with silver fringes, 
wiggles alone on the dance floor to jazz
sounds blaring...
Her eyes are closed; her long lashes are shades
shutting out the night.
The music massages her body as she humms
softy, becomes...

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The priest prolonged chants speaking somber tone.
Resplendent vestments white were cambric light,
embroidered gold with deep blue colors shown.
Man's mediator nigh in great God's sight.
Above, in gilded niches reredos' height,
wrought marble statues gave down sweet cast...

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Hernandez's Christian name is Jose Sor
and brother's Christain name is Miquel Rey.
Don Miquel owns Rancho San Luis Ore
and steer did gore Don Miquel's face one day.
The horn left deep scar wounding cheek bad way.
His tenper's...

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Hernandez's wife is Dona Rose Marie.
This lady likes her feed of beans and beef.
When young she was lithe and they agree
performer never graced the stage as brief,
for beans and beef brought lady rotund grief.
Now Rose...

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