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In realms where love and kindness bloom,
A tapestry of joy in every room.
Let my words paint a portrait fair,
Of love's embrace and tender care.
Love, a beacon that shines so bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
Its essence pure, a gentle stream,
Awakening souls from a dormant dream.
Kindness, a melody softly sung,
A symphony of compassion, every tongue.
It knows no bounds, no depth too deep,
Healing wounds that make hearts weep.
Love and kindness dance hand in hand,
Creating harmony across the land.
They whisper secrets to the breeze,
Planting seeds of hope amidst life's seas.
Love blossoms in the simplest act,
A smile, a touch, a selfless pact.
It nurtures hearts with warmth and grace,
Creating a sanctuary in any space.
Kindness ripples through the hours,
A language spoken with gentle powers.
It lifts the fallen, mends the broken,
Leaving traces of joy unspoken.
Let love's embrace be our guide,
Kindness as our constant stride.
Together, we'll weave a world anew,
A symphony of love in all we do.
For love and kindness, hand in hand,
Can heal the wounds of any land.
In this tapestry we'll eternally weave,
A testament to the love we believe.
I once believed you truly cared,
That love for my girls was something shared.
I thought when you smiled and held them near,
Your heart was honest, your intentions clear.
I watched Nyla with her bright light shine,
A heart so pure, a soul divine.
And Octavia, sweet with her wild little ways,
Bringing laughter and love to every day.
They are my world, my everything,
The reason behind each fight I bring.
So when someone claims they care for them too,
I pay attention to all they do.
Because words are easy, spoken so light,
But truth reveals itself in time and sight.
And now I see what I wished wasn’t true—
The love I thought was there never grew.
You showed me clearly where you stand,
Not through promises, but through empty hands.
Through silence, distance, and love withdrawn,
You proved your care was never strong.
It hurts because I wanted to believe,
Not everyone is quick to deceive.
But my daughters deserve a love that stays,
Not one that fades or walks away.
So I’ll protect their hearts with all I am,
Be their shelter, their safe place to land.
Because Nyla and Octavia deserve nothing less
Than real love, real care, and true tenderness.
And if you cannot give them that,
Then you no longer deserve where we’re at.
Because anyone in their lives should know from the start—
To love my daughters is to love my heart.
A tortured love abides deep in her heart
A love intense and strong, fearless and brave
A love demanding all and not a part
A love that must descend down to her grave
It is a love that bears not rivalry
A love so pure, a love devoid of doubt
It is a love that thrives on constancy
A love that chases all contenders out
With heavy heart that longs for such a love
In flow of passion’s tide she seeks to swim
She cries out to her God who reigns above
And yet there is no sign, her hope is dim
She will not live her life in tortured time
And so she hopes for death, relief sublime
Jade
'The band plays a sweet, soulful slow-dance song
I nuzzle her neck, breathing in her perfume scent.'
~ excerpt from Tim Ryerson's poem, The Dance
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From a deep slumber, you drift away
Where the yellow moths and poppies sway
And the gentle sun pours crimson gold,
On meadows burnished since time of old...
It is here that jaybirds decked in fresh reds
Whistle dreamy tunes like morn's newly weds,
That lingering music stands aside
As sky's dance claims you for a long ride.
For the wind is pure, a calm it achieves
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves---
So majestic is this place where you tread
Like a thousand years have dawned and fled.
Waltz to the tune of one groom in love
Together now with your queen, above--
Tim, pour light over me... life's blest dove.
Sometimes things don't always go the way you want
It started with a love so pure a love so genuine words could not express,
Young love..I loved him so much that it hurt so much,
It started to break me ,Break me but I couldn't let go,
Then I had to because it made no sense.I finally did let go,at least that's what i thought.
Years later and you are still in my head,
No matter how far I ago this force pulls me to you,
I can't ,I just can't I am with another,
Is it love? No but I have to grow up,
I have to adapt,
Yet I can't stop allowing myself to stay away,
You are like a drug,Addictive so addictive
It makes no sense,
We make no sense,
I can't,I Just can't,
I know it would work,
As much as I think I love you..
I just can't
Form:
A heart so pure, a soul so bright, Seeks a love that's free from worldly night. No smoke, no flames, no haze to blind, Just a love that's clean, and a heart that's kind.
You search for a partner, a husband true, One who shares your values, and sees life anew. No drugs to alter, no alcohol to sway, Just a love that's real, and a heart that's at play.
Your path is clear, your intentions pure, A love that's wholesome, and a heart that's secure. You yearn for a connection, a bond so strong, A love that's built on trust, and a heart that's not wrong.
In a world that's filled, with temptations and strife, You stand apart, a shining light of life. Your standards high, your heart so bright, A love that's worthy, of your precious light.
So here's to you, dear one, with a heart so true, May your search be short, and your love shine through. May you find a partner, who shares your way, And together you'll walk, in a love that's here to stay.
Colors are like a vibrant symphony,
A kaleidoscope of hues for us to see.
From red to blue, green to yellow,
Each shade is unique and mellow.
Orange is the color of warmth and cheer,
While purple brings a regal atmosphere.
Pink is sweet and playful in its own way,
And black is bold and daring every day.
White is pure, a blank canvas to fill,
And brown is earthy, with a rustic feel.
Grey is calm, a soothing shade to wear,
And gold is precious, shining bright and fair.
Colors are like emotions, each one unique,
A range of feelings for us to seek.
So let's celebrate the colors of the world,
And let their beauty be unfurled!
Author Dana Redricks
December 28, 2023
In the vast expanse of world I roamed, seeking for love to call my own.
My heart felt lost, my spirit keen, longing for love, yet left unseen.
But all the while, I failed to see, a love so pure, a love so free.
For in the heavens, from up above, lies a love greater than any earthly love.
Jesus, the one who sacrificed all, to lift me up whenever I fall.
His love so grand, his mercy wide, in my darkest times, He’s by my side.
Though unworthy, His love remains, unchanging through my joy and pains.
Chosen by name, with grace untamed, His love for me will never fail, His love me will forever remain.
They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.
Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried?
Both of them trying not dwell and continue to live. Both of them forced to celebrate triple D day, with so much more to give.
Chris enters first, seeing all the beauty and wonders just beyond the gate. Searching for something familiar, searching for his kids, he soon learns their fate.
Annie can't deal with the grief. Annie decides to take her own life. She finally had the last cut. They finally pulled her last straw, taking her title as a wife.
Chris can't let this be he won't her rest until home. With a heart so pure, a love so deep, he will never be alone.
To be loved this much, to be cared for more. The only hell Chris knows is a world without Annie. What a bore.
MUSIC IS THE DRUG
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In the symphony of life, a rhapsody so grand,
Music as the drug, a magic at our command.²
Notes like whispers, touching deep within,
A symphony of soul, where new worlds begin.
Just like a crackhead yearns for a high,
We crave the tunes that make us fly.6
In the rhythm's embrace, we find our escape,
Lost in the beats, our souls agape,
Schooled by the bars that you can't grip,
And stereotypically serenaded to sleep.¹°
But who are the dealers in this realm so divine?
Who are the barons in this hidden Hades so fine?
The ones who craft the tunes like a design,
They are the maniac masters of the line;¹4
Musicians and poets, composers who weave,
Threads of emotion, making us believe,
Notes like whispers, touching deep within,
If music is a drug, we are the dealers, akin.¹8
With rhythm and harmony, we weave a spell,
A drug of choice, in which we all dwell.
Be it rock or jazz, hip-hop or blues,
Through beats and lyrics, we light the fuse.²²
Their instruments the vials, their voices the smoke,
Into our veins, the melodies evoke.
They deal in dreams, in feelings profound,
Their art like a drug, spreading all around.²6
We indulge in this musical haze,
The symphonies guide us through life's maze.
For in the realm of music, we find our release,
A drug so pure, a vibe and a gift of peace.³°
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VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?5th April, 2024.