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A Lady of Poetic Reason

Her words were soft like a summer breeze 
with thought as gentle as the wind 
Printed or spoken to put the mind at ease 
Emoting deep feelings from within 
With love as her quest she sojourns through  rhyme 
Telling wondrous tales passionately placed in time 
As you read her thoughts on the printed page 
The wisdom of lost love 
Gentle passionate rage 
You feel all the hurt 
and  bask in the warmth of her smile 
She invites the curious hearted to stay awhile 
Caught up in the rapture of loves soft melody 
You let yourself go easy and drift most gracefully 
Easing through the fires of loves raging embrace 
She dances with your inner soul 
To a warm and caring place 
With sweet poetic reason 
She will slowly reel you in 
With a smile warmed by the season 
For true love to begin 
There is no fear of leaving 
True loving hearts they will stay 
The lady of poetic reason 
Her words will show the way


Forgotten Words

Is it so hard?
Is it that tough?
To love someone and say you love them 
Or are just kisses enough 
Are just actions simply understood?
But actions need words
And words need actions
And without each other
Love is never reached
Emotion is never granted
Feelings are never to be felt
But hurt and tears are to be spread
To love someone 
To know he loves you back
To say you love him
But with none of words he says to you
How can I feel? 
How can I assure love?
How can I live, with someone?
Unable to pronounce the simple letters
Or his carelessness simply allowed him 
To forget…
So be it 
I’m not gonna pronounce the simple words
I’m not gonna share the hidden passion 
I’m not gonna live a wordless love
I’m just gonna stand there and watch you sink in your carelessness
Search for a person, who would accept a person like you
I’m just gonna pretend you never even loved me
You wordless piece of carelessness! 
When I love someone
I say it with all my heart “I love you”
I show it with all my actions “I love you”
My problem is in being loyal 
I trust too much, I love too well
Maybe its time
No one arrived, I’m starting to grow 
Starting to realize
There is none to be loved 
There is no love to be honored
But sadness and hurt will hunt you down

The Cleverness of That Young Traveler

Once his brown alpargata shoes trod countless miles,
imagination burst from his vivid, traveler's eyes...
He traversed valleys leading to azure mountains,
and heard a chant sung with vivacious tones.


Like the invaders of the past that built sturdy castles
on rugged hills, he intruded in those ghostly places...
expecting swift lancers with fierce glances ready to attack him,
or take him prisoner and toss him in a dungeon completely dim.


But with his slick tongue, he would kindly ask for a fair trail
and be scolded by the drunken King with the fattest tummy
to explain with a few words his intrusion in that well-guarded territory;
and looking so young and innocent, his plan for deception wouldn't fail!


" Oh, mighty Frederick II...I come in peace and as a conquered native,
I would bow in admiration to be of service to your kingdom,
which extends from Naples to Sicily, your mercy is imperative...
may your soldiers unlock these heavy chains that make me lame!"  



The Norman King with the bluest eyes ordered the knights 
to free him and waited for words to flow from his mouth with dry lips, " My great
 King, I have grown grapes that are so juicy to eat with bread and they make
the most delicious wine to bring merriment to your festive nights!"


" Where's this region you mention with such wonder and delirium?"
With red-inflamed pupils, King Frederick II asked him. And he traveler's deep voice
vibrated with loud excitement , " Into the valley of Baianum!"
" Let me out of this castle and I will show the purple grapes of a farmer's choice!"


" Let him loose!" ordered the tall, fair king. " Give him the fastest  horse,
and let him bring me proof of his finding!" The soldiers obeyed with reluctance,
but little trust they showed in him: they assumed he was another well-paid jester,
who performed his comedy well...they knew the cleverness of that young traveler!
Form: Burlesque

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