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Whispered words from behind a wall
to cronies gathered hale and tall.
“Go on ahead.” He said. “Let me see.”
“If I can turn her sweet, on me.”
From within, she heard the tale,
the rye snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, so like the doe in lantern light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.
Wide-eyed, stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood
within his reach and steady glance,
the wolf approached, as if to dance.
With swaggering grace, he set fast pace,
a honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke of honor of valorous deeds,
of his manly virtues, and she took heed.
“No, no, no,” said the Maid, she was shy.
“I’m afraid.” She said. “Do I hear a lie?”
He turned up her chin, and eye to eye,
he stroked her cheek and heard her sigh.
He offered her cake, this starving waif
with trembling hands, she took the bait
for upon his full lips , tongue and skin,
she could taste the sugar deep within.
He sought the warmth of blood and bone,
he thought the conquest all his own.
Yet, she held a hope buried deep within,
to bring forth the goodness, she saw in him.
Oh, she could well feel his aching need,
'twas his seedling soul, she sought to feed,
the prey, prayed, long to touch his heart
to give the wolf a brand-new start.
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Many’s the times, his teeth came near
to the blue-red vein in her throat,
and many’s the time the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat....
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The wolf in him balked for a short time,
tasted the joy of goodness’s wine;
loving, and feeling, and drinking anew,
what God has offered to each of you.
Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could he bring death to this delight?
Sorry, for the prey was the wolf within.
He was sore sorry; she’d let him begin.
Sorry, he could not grow in her arms.
Sorry, he could not succumb to her charms.
“Sorry,” was on the tip of his tongue
as he left, the prey on a run.
“Sorry.” said she, as her soul rose higher,
made stronger, though bathed in desire
like the fabled Phoenix so, she rose,
on the white wings of angels in repose.
A prayer floated back, as she drifted above
a prayer, she sent with her heart, to her love.
It echoed his sentiment of so many days.
“Sorry Love…” She said.
“May the Wolf find his Way.”
I STILL THINK OF YOU, JOY MARIE..
I still think of you, my dearest one from all my Friends, Joy Marie,
A live remembrance of a woman loved, from my past,
Wide alike sky, deep alike sea,
Filling my eyes with its light...
May the years change around us, and one day, being old,
To remember the honest words, in our letters, told,
We'll be somewhere on a bench, smiling,
Hearing the wind's calling..
Alike a flute sound, the leafs in their hum, make noise,
Falling slowly, slowly, down...
It wasnt their choice,
To be there, on the ground;
Was the nature's way and law
Who brought in the autumne's rainy clouds,
The 7 colors of rainbow
And the rain stoped those days..
I will still remember u, my dear Friend, Joy Marie,
As with the same eyes to look at u,
Wishing, curious alike a baby, to see,
If the prayer to our Lord, for u,
Brought happiness and peace,
In ur life..
I still think of you, Joy Marie,
Alike in past, day by day,
Wishing to be near you,
To hold you,
To whisper these words:
'I love you, Joy Marie, my dearest Friend,
I wish to be with you, as much you do'...
I will be on a bench, when, old, watching the sky,
Remembering my past, i will smile,
I will find again the happiness,
Before i die..
Meanwhile,
I will live my life as it is...
So wonderfull is the life when u love! ! !
I reach to sigh, looking to the sky above,
Thinking when will be that moment when i'll close my eyes..
I will see then, a Friend from my past, happy;
I will know then that my prayers were listened
And once again, i will smile...
I will join a new life, there, near my beloved waterfall...
Then, looking at the water, i will whisper a call;
The same flute sound,
Looking beyound, i will know something:
Peace that was found,
Again, from nothing...
But i will still think of you, Joy Marie...
poem dedicated to Joy Marie G.Solomon
@Th3Mirr0r
Since God, ushered you into our lives that day,
Your hair has become dappled with wisps of gray.
Other superficial changes have now taken place,
But a youthful spirit still covers a comely face.
The thing seen most changed lies within your chest,
In your heart now, is Jesus, making you the best.
We spent many hours in concern through the years,
Oft times these thoughts were awash with tears.
Holding you up in prayer is all that we knew to do,
And we like to think, that we crossed your mind too.
You've been a sweetheart to us, both gentle and kind,
For a better friend, we'd be hard pressed to find.
Written for Shirrlene