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I am a poet with a pen
In charge of writing the world I am in
Constantly on the poetic move
In search of words to rhyme for you
I am a poet who seeks the truth
Pours it out for all to use
Giving to those who have a need
Opening verse and setting it free
My only hope is that one day
My part in life will bring about change
To the farthest corners of this great land
In every heart of every woman and man
I am a poet with a heart
Leaving it open for my form of art
Sensitive to life, love, and loss
Holding hands with the paths that I cross
I am a poet who takes the word
Sets it straight on its life course
I feel I am here to fill a need
I am a poet for all to read
In the South, where the magnolias bloom,
And the sweet tea flows in the afternoon,
Where the cicadas sing their evening tune,
And the fireflies dance beneath the moon.
The air is thick with summer's heat,
Yet the shade of oaks provides retreat,
Front porches creak with stories old,
Of love and loss, of hearts so bold.
The fields of cotton, white as snow,
Stretch far and wide, row after row,
The scent of jasmine fills the air,
A Southern charm beyond compare.
The honeysuckle's fragrance sweet,
Mingles with the summer heat,
Underneath the starry sky,
Where constellations catch the eye.
Hospitality is a way of life,
Neighbors greet with warmth, not strife,
A slower pace, a gentle grace,
In the South, we find our place.
Do days become shorter?
The older we get
The hours fly by
Like a high-flying jet
we move slower
As slow as a snail
Our energy's lower
so why is it how
The days go past
So fast
Perhaps it's because
We are deep in thought,
And forget to do
The things we ought
As our minds
Leave responsibilities behind
As we dream of a world
Of a different kind
Time stands still
Or so it seems
While we mull over
Hopes and dreams
Of our future
And our past
Time is our enemy
Our clock is ticking, fast
Another day has gone,
We look around
What have we done
We have visited many places,
See old relatives smiling faces
Sung and danced in fields of corn
Experienced the joys of our newborn
Love and loss, laughter and tears
Giving support to each other through the years
Strained relationships and grief
Lasting friendships others brief
Passion and compassion seen
Like stories on a movie screen
We have to take the good and the bad
And feel happy and sometimes sad
Doesn't every day go fast,
When we view it through a looking glass.
In the twilight's fading whisper, a solitary road unfurls,
A path unwinding, shrouded in mystery, where love and loss entwine like vines around the heart.
One way, no escorts, no turning back, no gentle hands to hold,
Just the echoes of memories, a lonely heartbeat, and the silence that remains.
It takes us unawares, this thief of moments, this reaper of dreams,
No warnings, no farewells, just the sudden jolt, the severed thread,
A pain that shatters, like the first cry of birth, yet infinitely more profound,
For in its depths lies the abyss of nevermore, a chasm that swallows hope.
No calendars mark its arrival, no clocks foretell its knock,
A stealthy intruder, claiming all, heedless of wealth or station, rank or name.
Rich and poor, it levels all, a universal reckoning,
Leaving naught but echoes, whispers of what once was, what could have been.
The severance is brutal, the grief a crushing weight,
The not knowing, the unseeing, the unheard heartbeat of a loved one's face,
The messages unsent, the words unspoken, the love unshared,
The communication severed, like a lifeline snapped, leaving only desolation.
When body and soul disengage, what remains?
A fleeting shadow, a wais coat left behind,
Questions swirl, a maelstrom of anguish, "Why? When? How?"
Yet the answers lie beyond the clouds, in realms unseen, unknowable.
In this life, we walk the edge of shadows, precarious, fragile,
Each breath a gift, each moment a treasure, though we seldom see.
And when the thread unravels, and our time is done,
May the love we shared, the memories we forged, be the solace that remains, the light that guides us home.
In July's final grasp, the cold winds meet,
Where sun and frost collide, a strange embrace,
Our hearts succumb to icy fire's sweet feat,
As night unveils, a kiss marks love's last chase.
The breeze, undaunted, dances with the sun,
Two contrasting forces blend in love's cruel jest,
Two hearts once fused, now drift and come undone,
As nighttime's curtain falls, hearts beat unrest.
Beneath the stars, our tale takes its last turn,
Two souls, entangled, part in bittersweet,
A kiss that seals our fate, forever yearn,
As silent truths of love and loss repeat.
In July's end, love's warmth and chill entwined,
A sonnet of our hearts forever pined.
We have a chance each morning…
before we walk out our front door
to be a better person…
than we were the day before…
Right away we notice…
when our feet first hit the floor
that we are a little different
than we were the day before.
Certainly we’re one day older…
but there’s also something more…
more than just our age
that makes us different than before.
Love and loss…victory and defeat…
we never know what’s in store
whatever happened yesterday…good or bad
makes us a little different t
han we were the day before.
Each day brings with it new adventures…
each moment we’re awake
and we hope we learn as much from our successes
as we do from our mistakes.
But on we go…we forge ahead…
out into the world we soar…
hoping today we are a little better
than we were the day before.
Perhaps a little kinder, more compassionate,
more accepting…and what’s more…
perhaps a little wiser t
han we were the day before.
If not…there is one consolation…
tomorrow…
when our feet first hit the floor
we’ll be given another chance
to be a little better
than we were the day before.
I can still remember the last time I saw you,
A glimpse I throw before you leave the door.
It was a rainy afternoon,
Wind blew so hard,I asked you not to leave.
But I have no strength to make you stay.
You follow your heart,
You left me in vain.
Everyday, I ask to heaven.
Why do these memories don't fade away.
Why does love comes to an end.
I was left in the corner of our room.
Reminiscing the moments we'd shared.
The first day you knocked on my door.
The first time I let you in.
The time we sipped hot milk together.
The eternal happiness you brought to my soul.
Those have been gone since the day you said goodbye.
I am hopeless,dying to feel your warmth.
I long to feel your kiss on my cheek.
When you lick me and send me to bliss.
You knew you're the only one I have on earth.
I am here now,standing in the rain.
Still hoping to see you once again....
For once, to tell you how much I love you.
That this life is not complete without you.
I want you back,my precious one.
I miss you,Coochie...my little Siberian.
That feeling of love and loss it stings
Though thinking we were inceprable
As said Just like that of the two rings
that what we had was unconditional
A feeling of rejocie your heart sings
There is nothing quite as magical
Even now pulls at ones heart strings
perhaps we were both tempramental
But because of what love then brings
The relationship l tryed so hard to rekindle
Despite the fact though l tryed to fix things
It would seem l am once again single
A part two to love is rare excetts taken from poem
Breif encounter 2003
(Verse 1) In the quiet of the night, I hear your laughter, Echoes of a love that came and went so fast. Looking at the stars, I wonder what you’re after, While I sift through memories, shadows from the past. (Pre-Chorus) Every smile that we shared, now feels like a ghost, A flicker in the dark, of what we wanted most. (Chorus) Something in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself, In a world where love still dances, In your arms, I can tell. But there's a truth in silence, That we both tried to ignore, Hope this feeling lasts forever, But it’s knocking at my door. (Verse 2) If you knew how lonely my life has been, Every hour drags like an old, worn-out sin. In the spaces between, I can still hear your song, But it’s a melody of sorrow, where I no longer belong. (Pre-Chorus) You were my sunbeam, now just a fading light, Searching for a reason to let go of the fight. (Chorus) Something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast, Yet every word feels heavy, as it echoes from the past. I wish you could see me, standing here alone, Trying to find the pieces of a heart that’s turned to stone. (Bridge) And I see you moving on, painting your own skies, While I’m left with shadows, and unspoken goodbyes. But deep inside my soul, there’s a flicker of hope, That one day I’ll find the strength to learn how to cope. (Chorus) Something in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself, In the dreams we painted, put away on a shelf. If you knew how I’m holding on to what we used to be, Wishing for a moment, where you’d still come back to me. (Outro) But I’ll keep on walking, through the remnants of our days, Trying to find my way, in this endless maze. Though it feels like I’m losing, in this game of love and loss, I’ll cherish all the laughter, and accept the heavy cost.
My Muse
This muse – personal trainer of my pen,
This restless spirit pacing in imagination’s sanctuary,
Gathers fleeting moments into anticipation’s tabernacle
Swaddles divine laughter, brooding gloom and holy fire
With scented leaves from her perfumed garden
Hallowed space clothed in inspiration
Where my love and loss embrace in genesis
Shooing away paralyzed procrastination
To transcend into creation lyrics and lines
In a cloistered hermitage of rhymes and rhythms
Drifting through defiant midnight in dopplers
With ultrasound colors of fading rainbows
Like pinpoints of ice or fleeting romantic dews -
Drawn from vaults of the eternal’s benediction –
Waking my insomniac meditations
So in my deafness I may hear her abiding presence,
In mystical and magic lines like prisms glow
Follow through
Dusky passages of visions
Poetic shame tattooed in rust
Enthralled by
Her faceless sacred songs played in my heart
So we join hands
Then lift our tousled words in nude prayers and pleas
In the unbroken sacramental circle of life
Cried to the four winds, seas and oceans
To praise the infinite everlasting.
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