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Take heed, poet friends, you too, may be taken from your house.
Your money, your children, your lives maybe by our current
government be sought.
Oh, those chilling words, “Your children are ours”
You must fight….your lives nor theirs, cannot be bought”
This is time to awake, fight back now, you are not the
Federal government’s mouse!
Control and fear, these are their narratives, carried by fake
news.
A new viral disease is always en route!
Vaccines administered by sources.
Commanded by elected, killer ,jackboots!
The American flag, unbelievably, gets little or
no respect.
We are being neutered, too and killing the unborn
is out right?
Of course, since so many lost their souls, they chant,
murder for those who cannot fight!
This poetess prays for us all, that none of our lives
be taken.
And that God sees that no country, under His care,
be ever forsaken.
8/20/2022
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I was the child
that made you old,
I was also the girl
that couldn't be told
I was a rogue wave
and couldnt
see 'now,'
that was I
cherished
I'll never know how
when you went
away
without word or a
sigh,
I was forever bereft
we didn't get a
goodbye
over time I've
painted
my pictures in
words,
I cried out my heart
in the differing
verbs
I wish I could
harness
and saddle a star
and fly to your side
but your so very far
I dream
conversations
in the depths of
the night,
some seem so real
that we start to
fight
but as in the
wonder
that walked this
earth,
forgiveness was
quick
from the time of
my birth
on a stone tablet
that I've hung on
my heart
I etch in your name
each time it
crumbles apart
of the,
four thousand
eight hundred
and fifty three
days,
I cannot count
every tear
I've shed as I
swayed
now I celebrate the
life
you lived without
fear,
as I smooth out
this page
I feel a presense is
near
I am writing a
canto
that goes on for
miles
I wish you could
read it
its for you with a
smile
I write in your
name
life wasnt for
naught,
in mantles of
flames
your spirit is caught
burning through
history
your memory shall
shine,
I am the poetess
writing a shrine
for a mother who
never
ever, gave up on
me
I will bleed every
word
till my veins have
run free
Nobody has kissed me sweeter than you
Feels as raspberries with icing sugar on
The sweet passion and fervor
Your kiss is like champagne ... bubbly
Our lips that meet in excitement, joy and delight
A taste of love
Almost like a dream .... I will not wake up
A kiss you should not understand ... but enjoy
A moment so large
Life is short .... let's kiss all day long
* @ *
25.07.2013 Contest Name : A Kiss is just a Kiss
A-L Andresen :)
Sponsor POETESS DARKLY
(2nd place in the contest)
The poet chuckled and the walls laughed
back!
They were her friends, after all, with nary
a crack.
The walls watched her pen, her bleeding
heart out.
Their wall souls, were her earth angels,
clearly no doubt.
They were there for her,always at dawn
and at night.
In howling winds and storms, they kept
her warm and from fright.
Delightful companions for all gastromomic
events were they.
Well-mannered, they partook as she dined,
fine manners, had they!
They worried, too,watching her walk with her
rollator.
They much preferred that,than seeing her be
a couch potato!
When the stars came out,she’d blow a loving
kiss to them.
Her stalwart friends,in the blue moonlight of
her whispered, Amen!
4/9/2023
silky silence, breathless sounds
soothing and gentle, kindness
flowing beyond the vibrant hues, blessings
whispering in soothing prayers, praising
risking each feeling, each breathe, tremulous
reflections of light, soft dreams
creation sighs, dew drenched tears
devotions, faded, fresh, raw emotions
fancying graces, pleasantries penning
serenity, seasons of tenderness
healing hearts, most important
work from the light of Jesus
far more beautiful than the spring sunrise,
abiding with faith in gentling insights
wonders from above, proving His sweet love
embracing the sincerest
seas enchanting, arising
stirring up heartfelt dreams, imaginings
graceful as verity, gifts of beauty
past imagining, grasping aching praise
enthused beyond words, pulses,
flowing, beating, restoring
Who Cares About Poets?
Who cares about poets—
Even when they turn difficulty into design,
Carving worlds out of words,
Shaping destinies with clauses,
Taming language with silence,
And molding life into form?
Who cares about us?
Who cares about poets—
Even when they turn the ugly into beauty,
Naming ashes as boldly as gold,
Unveiling darkness as faithfully as light,
Exposing hatred as clearly as love,
Cutting through grief as deeply as joy?
Who cares about us?
Who cares about poets—
Even when they translate silence into sound,
Bringing the rumble of oceans onto paper,
Interpreting the whispers of flowers and thistles,
Making mountains laugh and rivers weep,
Silencing lions and teaching ants to cry?
Who cares about us?
Who cares about poets—
Even when they reveal bleeding hearts without a blade,
Fight wars without weapons,
Conquer lands without armies,
Rule empires without thrones,
And change the world with nothing but ink?
Who cares about us?
Perhaps—
Poetrysoup does!
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Sorry to have worried anyone unnecessarily. To me, Crystol was missing since she hasn't been active in PoetrySoup for some time but was probably doing fine. In fact, after posting this, a reliable source tells me that Crystol is Alive and Well!
"Lift open to hear The tinkling sound
Of a music box dancer going round and around"
~ from Music Box Dancer by Crystol Woods
Do you recall our poet, Crystol Woods?
I haven't seen her work in quite a while.
If you haven't read her, she deals the goods -
tears, laughter, sincerity and a smile.
About the same time, on Soup we started.
Her presence, known soon after she'd begun,
shined humanity. She was big-hearted.
Her creative contests were always fun.
She writes a good poem and a good song.
Will, one fine day, we be happy to find
that she has come back? And will it be long?
What kind of questions might come to her mind?
What color is the sky? Crystol, it's blue!
Your poems and words - Crystol, they're so true!
I'm hanging on Because I'm
Sweet on Giddy on Switched on Turned on Drunk on High on Waiting on
LOVE
Roses and Sunbeams
Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart;
For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch.
She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start;
I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is my drug.
She leads me to distraction, for in her I eyes I am lost;
Hopelessly infatuated with her, I see only roses.
She brings me to Heaven and my trust is all it cost;
For she believes in my faithfulness and in her pocket are posies.
Her words are like sunbeams, bringing light to my darkness
And our candlelit romantic nights; shall never be soiled.
She can remember my love and forget any bitterness;
For I am here to cure her heart and our love can never be destroyed.
She is eternally locked, within a memory of happiness;
For she brings me warmth, when all else in the world is cold and black.
I am alive when our hands are together; embrace me my Goddess.
For I am enslaved by your beauty and I shall never fondness lack.
I have no need to speak to her of my lust for her body;
Because she can see clearly how much I love her; I glide.
In her arms I am forever gladdened, by her proximity;
But if she was ever taken from my eyes, I would surely die.
I need her presence beside me, to guide me along;
This story of a life, as of yet unseen by the world.
But inside her I find, I am locked forever, she is our song;
She is a poem, a poetess, a masterpiece…she is my girl.
She is the flick of the last paint stroke, on the Mona Lisa;
She is the full stop at the end of a play by Shakespeare.
She is the last chip off the shoulder, of the Adonis sculpture;
She is the seal to enclose the writings of a scripture of literature.
She is the last second of pregnancy; she is a new born baby.
She is the last, she is unique, she broke the mould; she is reverie.
She is the Gateway to Heaven; she is the perfect lady.
She is Gods day of rest after a week of creating humanity.
She is the last heartbeat of my life and she is love…
She makes me complete…she is the perfect finishing touch.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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