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I know that you are in a better place
Yet, I'm kind of sad I cannot see your face.
I wish I would have told you that I love you more
It's okay because I know that you are waiting at heaven's door.
I feel like you left this earth too quickly and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
But I was with you when your last breath was taken, then I saw angel's fly.
I want you to know that I will always love you for the rest of my life
Everyday I am reassured that things will be alright.
I understand that it was in God's plan to have you with him in heaven's gates
Your not here with me physically and that is something I hate.
I have to learn to except that fact that you are no longer present
Having you as my father is something I will never forget.
The crashing waves hit the bow, as we cut through waters deep.
Clasped in irons that cut the skin; forged in the fires that never sleep.
The desert was dry, the sun beat down, I am free as a bird
The breeze tickled through the oasis, near the camel herd
Now my love is fading, like the burnt embers of those flames.
I am now branded a thief and prisoner, amongst some other names.
The hate I felt for the whore that tried to give his love to me.
Was so strong I felt I could kill him, my love he will never see.
I stole for her a flower, a simple heart felt gift.
The perfume now a memory, on this prison galleon adrift.
I am traveling to my wedding, across the desert so hot and dry.
Perfumed flower petals along the way, by slaves are scattered awry.
Seven years the price for my gift of love it did gain.
Hard labour I endure, to avoid the leather cat pain.
My arms are full of bracelets, and pearls hang round my neck.
I never think of him, now shackled on that deck.
Her kisses sublime, a memory fading, the perfume of her skin and hair
The price is high but I will pay, I took her from him to be fair.
To think I could have kissed. him makes my skin fairly crawl.
But the plan worked well, for my new rich lover, it managed to enthrall.
Slaves to love, there is no choice, when our hearts lead us astray.
I stand here windswept and tear stained, with seven years to pay.
How dry my eyes now he has gone, freedom is beckoning me.
So easy it was to frame him, now he has seven years before he is free.
I stand in the wind, rope in hand, waves crashing all around.
My ankles are bleeding with the chains, and the cat makes a whistling sound.
I lay on cushions with rings on my fingers the slaves are fanning me.
My wrists are bathed in rose oil, and kissed perpetually.
My love is strong, my heart is given, and I know I will endure.
My love will wait for me, my beauty, my life, my own sweet amour.
Thank goodness I kept my heart for me, and for me alone.
This thing called love is foolish, my heart it has never known.
In collaboration with Declan Fitzgerald who started the story off which made it easy to alternate my side of the story as a femme fatale between his couplets.
I cannot tell him that I still love him,
That losing him breaks my heart in a thousand new ways each day.
Because if I did, then he might try to come back to me.
I cannot tell him that a year later,
I still cannot dwell on his memory for than a moment or two
Without tears welling in my eyes.
I cannot tell him that every man I meet
Becomes inadequate the second I inevitably realize
How very different they are from him in every way.
Because if I did, he might ask to come home again.
I cannot tell him that I still love him,
That I did not simply pick up the pieces and start my life again.
That every day is a failed attempt to learn how to live without him.
That it was only because I loved him so much
That I had to make him leave.
Because if he came home again
The voices that he heard might not let him survive loving me.
Kindred in bound twine,
inseparably free by fiber,
torn by the heat from dual flames.
Chase and kick outward,
indiscriminately,
spiral—undone.
Bystanders are able to face blame,
even though disconnected from incident.
A Bastard those still may be,
if the case is taken up for them
like it wasn’t for our sake.
A landfill of waste,
a place where grace spoils
under a soil of turmoils thickened
by crude oils.
The semi-conductor to
man’s moral coil.
Unchanged by full or semi-sweet molasses mixtures.
Only taken on tour
and touch torch to name,
shining in a spanking light.
Change.
Limos stretch far past
The Vanishing Point.
Ethereal Limbo.
There, in decomposition,
In their lair.
Laughing down at the idea of fact,
which he protests to thee,
threatening its way
past thy door threshold.
With sand kicked up,
irritating the corneal scale
embedding deep within fine carpets
oriental pattern's detail.
...The last day they rode slowly back,
still giving each other naughty looks,
a love affairs go, theirs was intense,
truly one for the record books.
Merrick hesitated to leave her side,
then Clarice looked him in the eye,
said,”I have something I have to say
before we bid farewell for good.”
“I know you probably think that we
could be a truly wonderful thing.
Much as I wish this could go on,
I know what the future brings.
I must return to responsibilities,
but thank you for making this fantasy…”
With that she reached into her coat,
and slipped on a wedding ring.
She kissed him softly on the cheek,
then drove away rather quickly.
Merrick’s mind reeled from it all,
left him feeling unsteady and sickly,
But he had a week off ahead,
and spent most of it brooding in bed,
when not sleeping he was at the bar,
sitting silent, and acting quite prickly.
But Merrick had to pay the bills,
so he pulled himself out of his slump,
went into the ranch for another tour,
hoping none would see his blue funk.
Boss said,”Got another requesting you,
paid in advanced for weeks one and two.
Show her the sights, nothing to it,
I tell you, this one’s a slam dunk!”
Merrick wasn’t really feeling it,
but he kept that to himself,
he saddled up Sun Down and High Fiver,
preparing for a two-week spell.
The job was the job, he had to go,
even if his movements were slow,
perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad,
he supposed only time would tell.
A car pulled up and out of it stepped
a platinum-haired beauty sublime,
Merrick stopped dead in his tracks,
his words he was trying to find.
She said,”Hi. My name’s Dani,
I hear you’ve got a horse for me?”
Merrick stammed,”Y-yes, I do.
Are you ready for a good time…”
We said goodbye to Mosel
My beloved wife and I,
To the fast flowing river
Under its wide open sky;
The long steep bergs where
We helped pluck the vine?
And the very next year tasted
Our labour’s sweet white wine;
To the Cochem Ice Parlour
We visited every stay,
Its mouth watering products
A highlight of any day;
To the quiet village of
Mosel valley charm
That Welcomed us
With open arms;
Goodbye to the family
Of friends of many years,
Silent long hugs as
We held back the tears.
The promised short year
Very nearly now gone
As terminal cancer had
Marched inevitably on.
Goodbye to the valley where
Love had matured and grown,
Too many special memories
For me to return on my own.
At the end
Death was kind
For she slipped
Into her mind
Sleeping through
To the end of her race
With such a smile
On her face,
And I wondered
Could it be
She’d been roaming
The Mosel with me.
You are the story I should write.
I've got pages and pages built up
inside.
I'd start Of course with "Once Upon a
time" I had a girl so very fine, who
I was proud to be able to call mine.
Of course there'd be a chapter with
multiple quips of how great it felt
to kiss your lips.
I'd illustrate it with an atmosphere
of how it felt to hold you near,
or place my hand upon your thigh,
such a thrill one cannot hide.
With a plot that twisted and turned
the readers would see how my love was
soon spurned.
I'd end with how you said that you
loved me but you lied. Mention all the
times you made me feel so bad I wanted
to die.
On second thought, maybe the story is way
too trite so I'll just put down my pen and
call it a night.
Banshee
The sky is empty, apart from a crescent moon, all is black.
Another night, a single star was my only light to show me the way.
No why, just do; a chance we must never take back,
Or we will break apart all that which we want, while we wait.
For we are singular in our shared goals.
One soul, then two souls, then one soul once more.
In a mind so empty of love, I hide inside a hole,
Not knowing that the last has come; the time of the fall.
In heart shaped tears we disappear
And all that remains is the corpse that I am.
Without the fear of loss, we would have nothing left to fear
And without those feelings, I would never give a damn.
Heartless or blessed with a need to find love?
A curse or a blessing?
A cure or a drug?
Time is definitive, decisions are not.
One path leads us forward,
The other path is a dead end where we must stop.
No shelter from the future of what could become us.
Destiny or fate? I have suffered too much.
Life is no box of chocolates,
It is alcohol.
We take life by the hand so happily,
While time only ever ends for us…so what do we know?
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
"Ghosted"
lost lullabies
disappear lilting
in my dreams
stolen
by pretender
the time thief
as if you were
never here
connected
golden chord
ghost
your crying heart
still carried
deep
within me
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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"Fingerprints" / Ane Brun
https://youtu.be/sgIzzuSc1nM
LYRICS/ "Fingerprints", Ane Brune
https://genius.com/Ane-brun-fingerprints-piano-version-lyrics
"As if your words are poetry
It's up to me to give the meaning
And I believe
That you are on a mission
To tell me something
About belonging"
Like a bird that is free One may come back or just be
Very hard if your love does not return
Everyone in life must learn
Date Written:9/29/2021
1 Place
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
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Set It Free
Love~Set It Free Only when it comes back to you is it meant to be Very hard when love does not return Everyone has been in this class to learn
Date Written: 9/2/2021 Note: Acrostic Rhyme