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Dear POETRYSOUP, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit. I am writing this on the Inspiration of Heather Ober's Contest "Love Letter". First off I want to Thank-YOU all for YOUR many Gracious Comments. They are appreciated and Inspirational. Some of YOU know about my strokes and the handicap they cause me, as far as writing any comments back to YOU. I am sorry.A few of YOU know about my stomach cancer,and how the doctors removed half of my stomach and replaced it with whatever they replace stomach lineing with. However that lining ripped and I go for surgery tomorrow. Here is my delima; After the recovery from the surgery they want me to move back to the apartment (they pay for) and leave my Cabin on the mountain for ever. I have a 24/7 nurse,(and my Spirit Nurse; Suzanne Delaney) his name is Nick and he said he would stay with me at the cabin (with a cut in pay). now I do not know why Nick is a Nurse and not a Doctor, he can do everything but surgery. sorry I am rambling.
YOU are probable saying to Yourselves "What has this got to do with LOVE? By my cabin I have a house, actually a Shrine : to my DEAREST Most Only Beloved LENORE : my
Wife. I have her POETRY, her Pictures and her Butterfly collection. I had the only thing left from Our Everlasting Day; Her Transparent White Wedding Vail, stolen 4 years ago in a break-in. So my ? to my Beloved Family : POETRYSOUP is :Should I go to the Apartment(across the street from hospital)or spend the next 6 moths to a year at the cabin where my True LOVE abides,with Doctor Nick. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Loyal Liege...HGarvey Daniel Esquire Aka - Harry - HG
Enemies Of My Breath.
Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks!
With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms.
Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms,
As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon your heels!
Like lightning I arouse fear within your minds, and dishearten your allies!
Driven like the rivers of time, I erode your terrain, and bring you to ground zero.
Just as I breath the last of my stamina, I consequently the elements unearth you once again.
As my incursion enacts itself upon their society, it rupters like an artery and spays your offspring from these planes.
As the eye of my hurricane enters upon your community, it dissociates you from your truth, and snaps you from the ather!
As your bastion fails i breath my finale upon your souls, your coup de grace is as follows.
As give chase like a hell hound i enact the command of the merciless sultan, euthinasia for thy foul fiends of the kingdom of bleeding hearts!
Yes my liege its has been done as of yesterday, i say as they all lay dying all one hundred fifty fold of them.
~Benjamin Luke Aguas.
Once the crimson eastern sky lost
That was the morning guiding star.
Lilac hobbit, Kismet Gem plains, and frost.
Cyan sea-painted eyes to rainbows dare.
Revived ecstasy and increased optimism
Sighing for you, my wingless moon vibe.
The breath of trees and bushes alike a prism,
sweeps away the glistening dew of the tribe.
Nature as whole bows before her might.
Alas, it brings harmony to the polar seasons.
Even when love fades, this rib cage lights.
Glowing alike rain all for the right reasons.
Cephalic rooms nourish hope tame sobbing.
and heals by humming the placid air.
Pastel lilac buds grow with ivory twigs trembling.
to sustain poise via a window-peeking stare.
Ductility, time, and youth view shadows pass.
Broken love's cocoon awakens at the prime dawn.
and stroll through woods, leaping over cut grass.
Pain larvae were spinning on the moon lawn.
Despite the song's silence... to bless this ritual.
Your heart begins to beat as the thorns bough.
Your soul prevails over the most spiritual.
I couldn't stop the peasant behind a plow.
Have a snout and wings alike a winged liege.
Awakened cosmic butterfly, a myth I love.
Aglow is an allusive, alluring antidote to besiege.
Awaken to the bliss of silence from above.
Bumblebees mood, pollinating in the haze,
wildflower with a fading lavender cloud
By night, savor the moon and the stars gaze.
As you float over the woods, learn to be proud.
Written: February 28, 2023
In a distant time of memories, swimming in a deep blue sea
Floating with the clouds above , disguised as azure tapestry
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, soothes the leaf of oak
Gone; not Forgotten, my heart Forever yearning : entwines with she
To live the life of Heaven, You hug the Trinity : Forever You Live
Waiting for the eons of Eternity when I gather all the Love you have to give
Forest eyes, gleaming in the evergreens, whispered words unspoken
Seeing the Light, Feeling the Glory : yet Love’s blood; drips through a sieve
One drop at a time , Cleansing the Soul ; reunite the true Hearts of LOVE
Together again for a moment in the serenity of time which flies as a pure white Dove
The Sunset smell of YOUR Auburn hair, the Chinese silk of YOUR skin
Embedded in the bands of a Watch called : ‘ Eternity “ Never ending LOVE
Author's note : I Wonder : 70 More!! YOU Decide ~~ YOUR Liege...HG
"So," he asked, as if he knew,
"What story do you bring?
Across the miles you've brought a tale,
I'll hear your song, now sing."
Indeed, across the miles he'd come,
Adventures braved, unsurpassed.
An audience with the King, he'd sought,
His story he'd tell, at the last.
At the King he looked, across his hall,
He gazed and gaped in awe.
Composure, though, is what he'd need
To pass news of the marching war.
Impatient now, had become Our Liege.
"What story do you bring?
If, perhaps, we take your tongue,
How then, boy, will you sing?"
He knew he'd gained the good King's wrath,
Exactly what he'd dreaded, and,
When his tale was done and told,
Neck on the block, beheaded.
But, one thing we know, the King was kind,
Though sometimes prone to ire, and
When the tale was told and done,
He said, "Boy, feed the fire."
"An honour this is, indeed, My Lord,
A day I'll long ere remember,
That I did fuel the Good King's hearth,
And bring forth a blaze from embers."
This must confirm, for all to see,
The King's kind and goodly heart.
Remember, though, if vexed at all,
His anger's a poison dart.
The orders were sent, the King's High Command.
"A feast we'll have for the victory to be."
The orders received, the boy was soon found.
Baked Messenger for tea.
In that timeless realm, O Cosmic Sister, our love at the helm, where time stands still-
our love becomes the canvas,
the enzymes, the film.
Each fleeting heartbeat -a brushstroke, ballast,
as devotion paints the sky "magnifique",
eternal hues, in her eyes, a sparkling dye,
in divine critique.
Forever entwined in the sacred weave, are we,
pointed out
accusingly- for our audacity of being,
Wildren, free.
Fabric of love’s tapestry stretching beyond reach,
the cosmos in our conspirasea.
She tosses her hair like a tidal bloom,
cascading through moonlight's embrace,
embracing his imaginuity.
Each strand a whisper of secrets shared of space,
a dance of shadows in the quiet night,
scenting in front of his face.
To implicate our souls waltzing in our amore',
entwined like vines of image-traced,
growing wild under the stars' watchful gaze,
divine,
wine.
This celestial balance, a paradox of grace,
shines here, impossibly, a beacon in the dark,
echoes reverberate purple reveries -
through boundless time, in everspark, soliloquy.
“Fate’s forefather, the architect of dreams,”
her voice, a melody, a soft caress,
giving golden meaning to her means.
Does she know the power of her woven words, her movement of swords?
He wonders if he’s dreaming,
caught in her wake, a tempest of wonder,
her fluidity sketches contours on his soul,
each curve a promise, a link unbreakable, plunder-
unraveling currents of longing tear.
Her levitation magnetism gravitation pulling him near,
an everlasting tug-gondula through love's deep seas,
seven thunders,
O my Liege, she has pulled me under.
A cosmic genesis, our entwined destinies,
an aurora of fate lights our journey ahead, beaconing-hybrids true, tried.
Lines of purpose etched in starlit skies,
we traverse this dance of time,
Forever woven together in this sacred realm,
here, where moments pause, and love reigns supreme, love at the helm.
Where time stands still, we, at our please,
on our knees
as we feel.
Doesn't a steward wait for his lord like a guard?
Even the darkest night seems to him like a day.
Isn't any thought, except that of his lord, barred?
Doors open, lamps burn. He chases his sleep away.
Do masters tell servants the time of their advent?
Master might come late. The servant still keeps awake.
If in food, drink, and sleep, the steward’s day is spent
Won't his liege end his job with an unending break?
Shouldn't, in each dealing, every servant be wise?
Could he afford to waste his time in useless fights?
Would a sincere steward be deprived of his prize?
His honour here on earth would be raised to the heights.
Master is not mere master, you said. He's your friend.
He is the one who gives you life without an end.
Food for thought
Our hearts are linked by an umbilical-chord;
We feed each other, food for thought.
I lay down my jacket so you can walk upon it,
To save your painted toes from getting wet.
For unbelievable beauty do I see in you my Queen;
I think your daughter sees the Devil in my beard.
I need you to fall in love at third sight,
I’ve only met you twice in this phoenix afterlife.
For as relationships die, new relationships are sought;
My aphrodisiac, you give me food for thought.
For I am lost in lust, just begging for your touch;
So soft upon this metaphor love.
Her I could love with ease, my Liege.
For in her desires I see me.
No I am not being arrogant;
I am simply saying she is Heaven sent.
After a life time of Hell, I now see my past,
Present and future tense.
She is relaxing in a bath, as I go to see if the dinner is ready yet.
The kids are asleep, or watching T.V.,
As my empathetic angel, sings so succinctly.
A song of love, inspired by me,
She tells me later as our family eats.
My love you give me food for thought.
My love for you is eternal. Please become my woman, my girl.
Your parents will always see you as their daughter, (alas)
No matter what happens, they will love you forever.
But I will always see you as a woman first and foremost
And this eternal bond between us should never be severed.
You need a Man to remind you who you are.
You shining star, you are truly inspirational.
You may feel that you are solely a Mothercare;
But I am here to show you, that you are so much more.
You are the sexiest woman on the planet,
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
You my dear are simply J-Lo speaking Spanish;
If my tears are your nourishment, then let it rain.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
"Well, Father, he has read the Bible 6 times.
He Worships YOU : In Songs of Rhymes.
Still now, slowly up Jacob's Ladder he climbs
He has dreamt of writing the story of Heaven's Chimes"
Every Tuesday, ( After a night of drinking Heaven's Wines )
From ten until two (Lunch included), Praise and Prayers -" Rhymes "
To be Cont. (maybe)
I have doubt in myself, as if I live a lie
I pretent to be a POET, I'm sure YOU see that's a lie
I have seen the Future; Yet I Live in the Past
I am old and frail, GOD has shown me"Now,the Future, the Past"
Ok, ( "Doubting Thomas" Harry ) - Should there be a Part 2, a Part 3??
Appreciate YOUR Comments LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry
Waste the freed, born you a just throne,
Tis, not plain, goodness, be all yours,
Death in the night, dark comes the day,
Throughout the realm, soon be your own,
Set thy bow, claim me that you slay,
We campaign on peace at our tours,
Well-off calm without any wars,
Should death be vain, no song, no tune,
Ought life part this Earth and fair moon,
Rush the day, bring the night a gift
For love is born, free hearts be swift,
Lips proved that show the honored shift,
Love has freed this place, sails sunrise,
Seize this day lived, wealth be its prize,
A sweet life, with swords born to sheath,
Joy for free hearts, let the born breathe,
Nay young prince, not the time for play,
Long past the hour, for your liege waits,
This sort, of course, dare I to say,
Room is yours, to that, "Loosed the gates".
2020 January 22
Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
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