Long Hearts Poems
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Acquiescing to its allure,
you surrender your heart to love.
And, relinquishing innocence,
indulge in sexual pleasures.
Desire inflames your libido;
igniting smoldering embers.
And passion burns within your heart,
free of doubt, pretense, and deceit.
Sweaty bodies tightly entwine,
tangled in this moment in time.
And they experience feelings,
that approach pure exaltation!
Extraordinarily superb,
sex just keeps on getting better!
And within this fantasy dream,
happiness and pleasure abound.
Trust fuels two hopeful hearts on
their journey of exploration.
And sharing intimate movements,
each touch is dually enjoyed.
We made a bubble of our minds -
Connected over the distance -
Our nerves together intertwined
And in their center, Our Existence -
Heartbeat to heartbeat - will to will -
Passion to passion - and to reason:
Keeping us in there from the chill
In every day - in every season -
And in the middle - in the core -
Were our own centers: In this bubble
They will be there, forevermore,
All times protected from the trouble.
The walls us from the world will keep
And in there we will be together:
In day, in night, in wake, in sleep
Like swallow safe within her feathers.
We made a bubble of our souls -
How hard it was though to sustain it!
To wait all day for you to call -
To keep away all that was tainted -
To keep alive, this heart to heart,
This mind to mind, this soul to soul,
To love you though we be apart -
And to retain this perfect whole:
The mental energy it took
Made me make most of every moment
My spirit tore, my body shook,
And I was in a passion's torment -
And then the bubble's walls concussed
As all its contents lay there scattered:
Eternal, present and the past
Of both the spirit and the matter.
The bubble burst; walls fell apart
And what was thought inside protected -
The throbbing souls, the beating hearts -
Were there, open and dissected.
It was as though the skin was flayed
As centers lay there undefended
I felt destroyed; you felt betrayed -
But something happened unintended:
I saw the beauty that is you,
You saw how much I cared for you,
I saw you from a closer view
And knew indeed that I adore you:
The bubble burst and spilt its core
But yet the dream has not been shattered:
I see you – clearer than before -
And I can love you even better.
In Kyoto's gardens, cherry blossoms fall ??
Like delicate snowflakes, ethereal, beyond all
Sakura's pink, a fleeting sigh, pure delight ??
Beauty born, lost in morning's golden, radiant light
From Tuscany's hills, cypress trees ascend ??
To Santorini's sea, waves whisper, secrets send
Golden light, a moment's ecstasy, heart's refrain ??
Wind whispers truths, echoes of timeless, sweet strain
In Marrakez's medina, gold threads weave fine ??
Weaving stories, whispers, mystic, scented vine
Muezzin's call slows heartbeats, soul's true, inner pace ???
Impermanence reveals life's hidden, precious space
In Rio's samba, hearts beat fast, joyful fire ??
Carnival's moment, fleeting, pure desire
Fleur de rêve blooms, fades, yet leaves a trace ??
In goodbye, new dawn gleams, with promise, love's warm, gentle face
Moments linger, like autumn's last, golden kiss ??
Echoes of what was, whispers of what is
In impermanence, beauty's subtle, secret might ??
A fleeting dream, a memory, a whispered, heartfelt night.
There is a music that weeps comfort,
Through the distance, in quiet moments,
Healing and blessing, reminding that His gentle grace
Will flow from the heavens, embracing,
Surrounding hearts with a lasting light – the source
Of love, His love…
There is a single tear, that whispers softly,
Through the spirit who listens
To the silence, the heartfelt lonely,
Blowing beyond the oaks and pines, in the forests
Of kindness, where He stirs the mind –
With feelings, beautiful…
There is the ghostlike echo, flinging wildly,
Endless prayers, who need to blaze,
Through the darkness,
Erasing shadows who aspire to reach the maze,
Trails of lessons, imaginations, amazed,
Singing to the soul with wounds, hearts broken
By the griefs, the regrets….
There is harmony in prayers, praises, blessings,
Shedding dewlike promises,
Lyrics wild like the roaring waves on seas,
Meant to bring the spirit incredulity,
Based on sunset tangerine, in buttery dreams,
While the azure skies secret stars,
Glistening in the inferno of a blazing serenity…
There is marvelous in the dance between,
Yesterday and circumstance,
Waltzing in faded feelings, mysteries,
Erasing the darkness, the night’s wistful
Melancholy, deaf to all the poetry
Found inside a leafy grace, a stem of faith,
Where life begins and hides each glimpse
Past memories, tell-tell signs,
Breathless signs of what is to come…
There is life in the yesterdays, the hues of light,
Falling past the memories,
Hesitating to believe the truth, trembling,
On the edges of sanity, silhouettes
Glowing, embers of lasting lessons, growing,
Messages from moments, history
Coaching the lingering yearnings to believe….
There is a song in each sleeping chapter,
Within this book of hopes and dreams,
Solitude beckoning from its destiny of charms,
Rewriting the moments, soft photos,
Fragile details in the shadows, selling joy,
Breathless thanks, heartfelt longings,
Breaking through the night,
Darkest moments just before the dawn…
When I tell you that I love you, my heart beats,
Like it is breaking, …
It never hesitates to assure,
There is a poem hiding in the lines,
Between you and me,
Between hopes and dreams,
Between the shadow and the light,
Between what is wrong and right…
When I tell you that I love you, my heart is breaking for you.
Your Forlorn
At some point, I’ll know the pass
So abhorrent I cannot surpass
The cruel and twisted of the mind
I have to keep my mind sublimed
The weeping mind
The mindless soul
The love that was never told
The shame that broke my heart in two
Of forever wanting you
That tiny child, so long ago
The one that never knew a foe
The one that held the cries inside
And now it bleeds out deep you know
That sickening that doth does spew
Because that sickening, that was you
Forgiveness now tis in my mind
I’ve passed a way it is now kind
I hope you get the passage through
Your mind
Release
Don’t feel it blue
One day you’ll seethe in your mind
A fruitful magic of cries inside
Of understanding that you’ll know
No more broken hearts
No more antagonising foe
The weeping mind it is no more
Unfortunately for you
Forlorn
Oh, black man of the night
Robber of every soul
destroyer of the strongest heart
Melter of the most beautiful eyes
Why do you make us wail in hate?
Why become our unpredictable fate
Why take away our voice
Why make us feel like we don’t have a choice
Without you, we all have hope but with you our world is undefined
Mighty men born with a task, when you meet them, they leave their task behind
Sometimes they wish you never existed
Yet with nature by your side, you can’t be resisted
Sorrow roams each time you visit
Hearts plead for you to listen
But You love the arson
Now Snatching is your credit
Oh, can you listen when we cry
Can you let go of your mission when we ask?
Can you bring back our loved ones and not deny?
Or will you continue to bask in this vastness of hatred wearing a mask?
(Apropos Merry Christmas Baby)
Today.
Reindeers of memories
took my soul
on a reflective sleigh ride.
Gliding over snow cap
mountains of joy
I cheerfully rolled around
in fluffy remembrances
of those tender times—
Those tender times
when everyday was Christmas
and we gleefully gave and received
merry love—wrapped and tied in a bow
sharing the pains of joy
only the birth of love can bring.
Yes.
Those were the days
when life was a Christmas tree
rooted around with bright presents
and the bells of our hearts jingled
ecstatic harmonic melodies.
This I’m remembering.
As the sleigh slowly slides
into the Inn of Christmas bliss
I’m remembering that this Christmas
bells will be ringing too
as we tie the bow and wrap
ourselves in undying yuletide love.
It was in a land many many years ago,
underneath the festive lights and fleeting snow
that a yuletide tale of love and hope
was sang like a ballad and spread like smoke.
Her eyes, a midnight blue and sprinkled with gold
and his, silvery, that flashed like tinsel.
In mutual company they found a home,
a melody sweet where their hearts belonged.
Between songs and laughter their affection grew,
like a newly birthed tree and its expanding roots.
Their hearts, their fingers, their souls, their minds
became hopelessly intertwined.
But shadows accumulate
deep in the candlelight.
And, alas, on a day not as many years ago
a screeching wind comes and goes,
bringing with it a torrent of snow.
Uprooting the trees in a nearby wood
and burying deep her darling love.
As the flashing lights hoisted him up, out of sight,
her eyes were eerily dim in the festive glow,
remnants of a dull midnight blue.
Upon his will she read,
"Worry not my dear, I'll never be able to escape from you.
But maybe, sometimes
look to the stars for the pilgrim
who forever follows you."
Now every yuletide season, she sings
alone
to the tunes and carols
that once brought her
joy and hope.
God
By Franklin Price
3/27/2015
God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost,
I praise you as the Trinity, as one I praise you most.
God sacrificed his son for us, to all of you I say,
With grateful thanks, I celebrate, all of you this Easter day.
As Jesus Christ, the son of God, you came to show the way,
The life to live, how to forgive, for my sins the debt to pay
They hung you on the cross that day; high upon that hill
I was not there to see it, but I know I always will.
Within my mind I see you; nails in your hands and feet;
A crown of thorns upon your head and one day we will meet.
For I believe you suffered this, died on the cross for me,
And arose again to heaven, which is where I want to be,
If all of you who read this, believe in your hearts it's true,
Then eternity, in heaven, is also waiting there for you.
Until that day, the Holy Ghost, is always there to trust
Until my soul's in heaven and my body's turned to dust.
Calm, cool mornings
Blessed with sunlight’s whisper,
Birds crooning softly in the distance,
Breathless dewdrops sliding hastily over
A petal, treasuring the promise of rain,
Hesitating then pouring down from heaven
In pails of beating BBs, little treasures
Telling of the adventures…
Mists rising on the river,
Inhaling the beautiful blessings,
Rich colors, blushing with the sounds,
Bubbling waters caressing the smooth stones,
Erasing the yesterday – the melancholy
Bleeding away, like plasma torn from her wounds,
Descending from the darkness,
Aching like the moon who remembers –
Graceful praises, heartfelt moments
The blending of acres of hope and a heritage
Blazing with joy – kindness – nostalgia
Her heart hears the heavens opening up,
Awakening on the autumn – glowing
Like stars who glisten in the distance, friendly
With the moon and just as beautiful as the moment
When a silent wish breathes through the distance,
Mystifying – freeing the friends to remember –
Just remember….
The hopes and dreams, the prayers and freedom
Filling the moments, the summer – the fall,
Binding up desires with graceful tunes, melodies
Pouring from the moments, rich with truth,
Ablaze with a beautiful that is shining like the
Moments, the reflections full of hope,
The inspirations growing in the hearts who know
This is the memory beyond recollections…
It is the heart, the soul, the direction
Taken by two who are bound by faith, grace
Unending beautiful – friends for life,
Living on the echo of prayers who remember
To reach past the darkness into the healing
The feeling embracing each remembrance
Two lights, two hearts, two joys who will never
Be past – they will always last – in the soul
Who knows that love just keeps going – going
Forever more, inside the heart who grows
More beautiful with each harvest time!
Thanks to love, I know the beautiful of nostalgia,
The beautiful of remembering – beautiful descending
From the promise of a wonderful who breathes –
Wishes and radiates friendship!