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I think about her constantly
My memory smelling her instantly
Her touch still lingers on my skin
Yearning to feel her again
Every part of our relationship is a sin
It may be wrong but it feels sooo right
The 2 of us alone with nobody else in sight
Her body and attitude is everything I seek
The flesh is weak
The shiver from my fingers sliding down her side
Her aura glowing like sunshine
Thinking of her reminds me of summer
Understanding without speaking
My body longing to touch hers
Lovers fall in but this may require leaping
My body shaking from being near her
Thinking I'm too old for secret keeping
Lust awakens as I see her tight naked body as I touch myself
The flesh is very weak
On my mind is where Bella will stay
Knowing I will see her again someday
Hopefully that day comes fast
I need to hear the snort in her laugh
Eventually I will just be a man in her past
And she will be the woman that got away
Her mark branded on my soul
Memories of her run through my mind continuously
The way she jumped on me to kiss me
Then she wrapped herself around me
Legs around my waist
My God! The Flesh Is Weak!
If freedom is attained by sacrificing lives,
even those of the youngest age,
then what makes these men so brave:
to hold up their flag and make it wave in each challenging battle?
A spirit that is undefeatable...
to give this honorable flag all they have!
If protecting and defending their Country
has that voracity and ambiguity:
to up-hold their values so rooted in fairness,
what other scope could sway them from their perseverance?
True as it , reality can be very scary:
the Romans used the cornu and the tuba, the American colonists
used the fife; others used the trumpets and drums,
or just beating their shields with swords to panic the enemy,
and be ready to attack and knowing they would die...
made them the warriors that death called to a great destiny!
But today it takes more willingness
and strength for a soldier to fight!
I'm not a soldier, but a poet extending his heart-felt sympathy
by writing this ode to praise and exalt this wonderful liberty
we often take for granted by lessening its worth;
see the wounded soldiers grieving for others and hiding their hurt!
Go and greet them as they get off the battleships;
shake their hands and hug them to show your appreciation and solace:
their wounds won't heal...if nothing is said with a thankful and grateful voice!
Make them really proud and up-lift their troubled thoughts
by giving them this honorable flag, stained by blood and sanctified by sacrifice:
only then their anger and bitterness can dissolve in kindness!
Welcome home, soldiers... welcome to your humble palace,
that can certainly be the most serene place;
put away your weapons, display your pictures
and admire your memorabilia evoking memories...
undying as love and so admirable and patriotic!
Remember the splendor and glory of your star-spangled flag,
and envision other ages when men won't have to fight anymore!
Kiss and hold your wives and children...the jewels you have never lost!
This honorable flag is the distinguishable symbol of your dedication,
and your incomparable courage when the hardest choice confirmed your intention!
Dedicated to the brave American soldiers defending freedom
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
~My Heart Cries~
Darkness welcomes me
So I fall into its
liquid ebony night
Drowning in its
black solar waves
not knowing
my surroundings
The unknown is quiet
with it's unspoken words
Holding a calmness that's
terrifying in a beautiful way
Only adding to secrets
hid behind my smile
Lost with no clue
where to begin,
leaves me exhausted
from trying to stay strong
Just trying to keep myself
whole while others try to rip
me apart
Nothing hurts more, the pain
needs not be underneath
You see I am made
of flaws and stitches,
which grow into more
each day
and when my lips
can't express
these feelings....
breaking,
my heart cries for me
3rd place
12/3/2019
Sponsor ; John Hamilton
Contest; best December poem
Create a new life with people you adore you,
Release the others, the ones who deplore you.
Give them back to the universe to dig and delve.
Let them play with the maggots and lice they know so well.
Stay with the ones who are enthusiastic about you.
The ones who will make you feel right, no matter what you do.
Create your best world with as much laughter and joy
As your best soul dream can stand on her ships, ahoy.
But what about my sister, you ask me, knowing her heart.
I am sorry, Honey, but it seems like you two must part.
It will be better for her too, allowing her to find more of her kind.
So she can send them all the bad news, and negativity she can find.
But what about my parents, you ask, knowing full well my reply.
You need to create a whole new world, so you can reach the sky.
You are going to have to unload the ones who hold you back.
Relatives who called you names, and said you wrote like a hack.
Create a new environment with people you adore
This is the best advice I have, so please do not ask for more.
I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning.
Something is different. The cold air is the same.
The water is still, I do not sense danger.
There is a lack of sameness however.
I look at my brother and shake my head as he
Starts for the water. He hesitates, his ears come up.
He is listening. I realize for the first time how many points he has.
I had another brother with points like that. Proud, until he was not.
He paws at the ground and gives a rough cough.
I give him a sharp glance. He looks down, shyly.
Not as proud, and I feel ashamed of myself.
He is my little brother. Do I dare let him go first?
The last time I did that, I lost a brother.
With a cough, I let him know I will go first.
Something is wrong; not danger, but something.
Man? I am not sure. If man, a young one.
I step out and take a cool drink. Put my head up.
Sh! Did you hear that?
A loud noise crashes through the meadow.
A searing pain goes through me.
The last thing I see before my eyes close
Is my brother's white tail as he hops over the fence
Back toward the safety of the trees. He does not look back.
I smile, knowing I saved at least one of my brothers.
The sparkly dress that spins so wide,
The secret garden where I hide.
My favorite doll with braided hair,
And chasing bubbles through the air.
What matters is my puppy's kiss,
A world of magic, play, and bliss.
And when the night begins to fall,
That Mommy holds me close and small.
The highest grade upon the test,
The heavy sigh inside my chest.
I wish that I could just fit in,
Instead of hiding in my skin.
What matters is the words he'll say-
The boy who turns his eyes away.
He knows I like him, yet he's still,
And silence hangs just like a chill.
The diamond ring, the wedding gown,
The roots we're sinking in this town.
The struggle of a busy life,
A daughter, woman, boss, and wife.
What matters now is making ground,
To keep the spinning wheels around.
To hold his hand when times are tight,
And know we'll make it through the night.
The silver strands among my hair,
The wisdom that I grew to wear.
The motherhood that leaves the nest,
The quiet place within my chest
What matters is the health we keep,
The simple joy of solid sleep.
To look at him across the space,
And see the years upon his face.
The morning sun upon the floor,
I do not chase the world anymore.
My wedding album on my knee,
A lifetime drifting back on me.
What matters isn't what I bought,
Or all the battles that I fought.
It's knowing that I loved it all--
The girl who learned to stand so tall.
You want me to be me but you can't accept what I say
You want me to be thankful but you don't like the way I pray
You want me to follow knowing I will always lead
If you want my heart be ready for me to bleed
You tell me a story while I've already lived the end
You tare at my soul not knowing it's already on the mend
You want me to rise but I learn when I fall
You speak your words and I deaf to it all
I wanted a teacher to aspire to be great
You searched for love but it was always to late
You found me alone on the river of time
You thought you stole my heart but it was always mine
Plagiarists can play your eyes all they want
lap up attention praise prize all day long
and I too can play as I like tongue in cheek
write a lightning strike lighting up plight
They can do as they feel
numb
Think how they want
dumb
pass the time with a
rum
or a prayer to the
son
I don’t care for them
as they share
I’ve no emotion spare
to be fair
But I do like to target direct
terrorise with no respect
they take for attention
so I’ll write and I’ll mention
Knowing they've shown off and with so in pride
flaunt and make out this is of their mind
and that person tells more and more tell more
so more compliment kind
See they don’t care for the poet or the poem they stole
but be assured after posting people they know told
people important to them as compliments unfold
they enjoy the attention and respect on the whole.
But talent they haven’t
and karma can harm ya
they cannot prevent
charm armed come at ya
Opening a can of worms
calmly with no concern
yet to have learnt
poet words burn.....
That poem you stole, remember who wrote it,
be aware of the fact you’re poking a poet,
I’ll write rhymes about you expose what you do,
you’ll go from this feeling too one where you vomit,
buggered as truth shows from under the bonnet.
I’d be less embarrassed caught doing a real crime with a reward,
and as it started, more tell more and more know you are a fraud.
The attention you seek
Boomarang back
hit you beak.
You look as you did,
stupid,
I don't care you don't care for me,
as those in your life know you're a phoney.
it's only a write but written by me
sow the seeds and reap what you sow
words are my weapons you numb dumbo
now pack your trunk for the circus and go
play with me plagiarists
play with your wrists
stealing is bliss
while payback's a
Looking back, I tell myself that you’re the one that got away, it’s not like you were a victim and I kidnapped you, not in a criminal kind of way
But as I recollect, I’m glad that you left, because back then I didn’t realize it at the time but when I was with you, I was holding my breath
Just waiting for the other shoe to drop, to feel the pelting of the bricks from the sky, because what I was doing wasn’t right for you or for I
You had already been taken so very long ago, and just because you got bored, or just stuck, and was looking for a way out, only you truly know
I was just there with the car door open inviting you to come in and take a ride with me, but neither of us knew what lied ahead for us, if only we could have seen
Hazardous road conditions, so slippery from so many tears that were shed, and the shaking of the road in front of us because our nerves were the only thing being fed
Living on borrowed time, knowing the road trip will end all too soon, but, in the end, not wanting to say goodbye, it came much too soon
Didn’t I see the warning signs? The “Yield”, “Look First”, “Stop”, before he breaks your heart up ahead? I was too blinded by the chemistry there brewing between us and look where it led
A disastrous wreck, carnage like you wouldn’t believe, everything that I held sacred to me then died right there in that street
Two hearts shattered, two lives torn in two, because we took a wrong turn somewhere between all of the lies and the truth
One of us walked away a little more battered and bruised, and one of us still has the scars, the reminder, the proof
So, in the end you were the one that got away, but I was the victim, the one who’s heart had been kidnapped and left for dead that fatal day.
"Serenity`s a silent lake within,
Where troubled tides and currents cease to spin,
The real source of endless inner peace
And the true fount of the soul`s earthly bliss." By Author
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A serene lake spreads in me deep inside,
A seamless tide where anxious thoughts subside;
No storm rages, no wild wind does endure,
Just peaceful waters, calm and crystal pure.
As I breathe in and out in quiet night
With no single noise to disturb in sight,
The mind, a pond, is no more tossed and churned,
But from this serenity, calm it earns.
The world outside may whirl with worried face,
But here within, there lies a silent space.
A safe sphere of stillness, sweetish and low,
Where seeds of stillness starts to softly grow.
No urgent call, no clamour to attend,
Just moments stretching, with no sudden end,
The heart finds respite, a haven so blessed,
Where tempestuous tremors tread to rest.
The moonbeams filter through my window panes,
A dappled pattern, flowing through my veins,
While sparkling stars sing a melody mild,
Nature’s soothing song, stirring a sweet smile.
This serene state`s a gift that can be found
When silence speaks, shorn of every single sound,
A quiet strength, a spirit light and free,
The sweet unfolding of serenity.
This quiet grace, a treasure to behold,
More precious than a story to be told.
A gentle knowing, deep within the breast,
That all is well, set for the very best.
The self within, seeking serene release,
In such serenity finds profound peace,
The soul awakens, clear, sharp and deep bright,
Bathed in the glow of pure and endless light.
No need a serene lake to seek outside
Or sit down lonely by the river`s side,
The lake within is the true source of bliss
The real fount of endless inner peace.