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Loves' Open Shore

Loves' open shore
On a sea of dreams
Hold me like you've done before
Then finally all can be what it seems
We both have waited and longed for, in our lives, something more
Kiss me tender and passionately in and out of the dancing moonlight beams
Take me to all your temptations let me in your hearts' door
You can't scare me with any of your darkness I'll still be here where the love light gleams
Don't walk away from me like others have leaving me stranded laying on my velvet thrusted 
upon the floor
I promise not to leave you by any means
Here I am from you begging for more
Listen closely hear my screams
Getting lost in you eyes is something to which I very much adore
You pushing me away again would be going to our past I was hoping we had gotten away 
from all those drastic extremes
Would loving me, for you, be all that much of a chore
Let me sail with you by your side in that sea of dreams
Let us be with the other on the glorious waters of loves' open shore


Static Picture

Even as the clock keeps ticking, hours do not pass,
They keep saying time is the best healer,
But she lives in a static picture,
Where she’s denied the medicine everyone has.

Artists look and don’t know how to paint her,
Admirers try to debate her,
What’s that anguished look upon her face?
Is she haunted? Is she scarred?
Why is the pain of a girl from a static picture so real?

She could be made of stone,
But her carvers would forget her heart to transform,
She’s a sculpture with a fleshy heart,
That still beats, still bleeds, still breaks apart.

She’s watched by the many,
In a museum, in an opera house,
Her painted pain, her carved agony,
Fine art that only by him wants to be touched, watched.

“I’m actually excited to see you bloom,”
He once said,
But how could the girl anchored in the past,
Bloom if time never comes to pass? 

Oh, to never be art or artist,
To never be so tormented you need to create,
To never be someone’s tortured art, their own personal hell.

Innocence of Love

When I think of him, my mind is left to wonder
Moments and memories consume me, and fantasies take over

To hear his voice on the phone makes my heart flutter and smile
And leaves me hoping with each and every passing second we can keep talking for a longer 
while

To see, touch, hold, and kiss him makes my heart beat faster
Willingly I allow myself to be played by his hands, eyes, and body as he lets me know he's 
the master

What I wouldn't give to be able to be with him all the time
What I wouldn't do to once again have him be mine
My emotions or love for him is not blind
I see it so clearly today, just as I still see it, from years past that are frozen in time

However, for now, I'll take what of him I can get
Even if only to have him for a few brief moments
Moments locked forever in time
Memories which are only his and mine

I want to be the one to walk with him, eyes wide openly shut, into the right side of wrong 
temptation with our hearts flying wildly above....
...Honey, I want to go there with you over and over again come take my hand now as we 
continue through the innocence of love

Hoping My Words Will Find Their Way

The snow shining so bright from the reflection of the night moon in the winter sky
My mind drifts wondrously back into the past
Remembering so vividly of you looking so intently deep into my eyes
And thinking of how we thought what we had would last

We would hold each other ever so tight
Whether it was over the phone or we were with each other right there
During the day or deep in the night
It didn't matter cause we had one another, so we did what we had to do and took it at that 
without a care

Laying wrapped up side by side I could hear your heart beating along with mine
Those feelings neither one of us could completely hide
Those moments forever captured in time

Seems our thoughts of us lasting back then however, were wrong
So we had said goodbye and tried so hard to move on
But although hiding what I felt for you worked for awhile, I've been in love with you all along
True love never dies nor is it ever completely gone

I'm here in this place with all my regrets and misery
It all runs so extremely deep hitting my heart hard and ravishing my soul
All I know is that I need you here with me
I know I need to regain, over myself, some form of control

I sit here and wait for you
Hopeing each day, what I'm saying here, soon you may come to realize
Yes I do this partly because this is what I choose to do
But also because it's never ever too late and sometimes, to get it right, it takes many tries

I write my words within these poems upon paper, they are so truly how I feel
Here on these pages are what, to you, I still need to say
In some small way they kind of help me to somewhat heal
And they help me also make sure all my thoughts that are needing to be said
Don't get trapped, stuck, and lost within my head
And to insure that to you my words will find their way

Premium Member Bronco Boy -

Many maidens have seen me rushing the gates of Paradise's pen,
I stomp and buck at all intruders of shallow flirt and short strident ride,
blue ribbons and sterling mouth bits interest me not,
no ordinary broad is going to braid my tail or crack my hide,
but only for you do I bang soft layered earth, chomp the fruit you convivially carry,
I'm a bona fide rodeo cheer and champion, the big ticket dangle,
they would pay high for the thump and pump of my dash and balls,
you I let service with original flavor, knees that were born to secure my ribs,
I like your saddle, firm oiled and supple, lets grip together off trails of tempered tourism,
love the way your voice tickles my plush fury ears,
I've got four horseshoes girl, ones gotta be lucky, lets leap and laugh,
escape the cattleman's dogs and outrun law & order,
touch and hug in brooks stiring sweet syrup,
have nipples hard like wine cork and thighs taut with tingle,
so get on babe, this Bronco is true to go, we're both gonna flow -

J.A.B.


Premium Member i couldn't wake sleep'en beauty

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Smile

On the off chance,
that I’m not swimming in those eyes,
I would swear that her beauty lies,
somewhere across that smile.

There is just something,
so pure and divine,
as if to the clouds I ascended
and my mind it is fine.

I soar.

Where the laws of this world do not apply,
Where the sun never sets.
Where the moon always shines.

Where my feet ever glide,
across a soft summers sky.
Where I, the King of time,
rule in the name of you,
queen of mine.

As I would march twelve soldiers,
in the name of you.
Pray each and every one of them,
stand true.

So please, take my crown, my throne,
take everything I own,
melt it all and forge it into hope,
that I will yet again dive within her soul.

For I swear, her smile is magical,
beautiful, heavenly, calming.
To pour ink for the divine,
seems to be my calling.

The grains of sand, they keep on rolling.
I stand in their way, though the rivers they hold me,
and just as time did, it is I now that is falling.
Buried with hope, embracing peace slowly.

With a smile,
though man’s language too poor, to answer why.
© Zeki Majed  Create an image from this poem.

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The Kiss

Once upon a summers night, the sweetness 
  	of a simple smile caught the evening light
  	As the moonlight washed upon its bounty 
   	the stars came out that special lovers night 

 	Dancing a score among the autumn leaves  
  	the restless breeze lamented its mistress 
  	Then, with the trees bowing to honor her, 
  	her smile lead him to a resounding “yes” 

   	Rivers of sweet seduction flooded them, 
  	only the night breeze was again alone 
        Two shadows moved together hearts a drum, 
  	their separate smiles now becoming one 
	
        The next sun rose to find them together 
 	Love held their two hearts as one forever 


        -The day I got engaged- 2004-
© Just James  Create an image from this poem.

Warmth

Stillness seduces serenity 
amid fresh blue sky reflection
an encapsulation of mind 
romancing her through time

toes dipped in calming waters
filled with reds and greens
lotus, love, light 
looking back to see

warmth played upon the skin
in more than a soothing touch
a kiss to the lips
notes of a symphony ringing
in orbs of hope and sentiment
  
laying down upon pillows of night
in the third hour
of the thirty-third minute
we stir, alive

cradling, arms of a lover
life slowly moving with tide

the breath of tomorrow awaits a whisper
the flower she sways in the moonlight
the lioness sleeps inside
© Ts Poetry  Create an image from this poem.

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