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Let writers write their stories
And singers sing love songs
But we both know it, baby
They’ve got this “love” thing wrong
Cause what we’ve got is greater
Than all those words combined
The feelings that course through us
Defy being defined
No, nothing does it justice
It’s deeper than a word
Our “love” is more than magic
Makes all those songs absurd
Your name, there’s nothing sweeter
Your eyes immerse my soul
Your lips, a fiery furnace
Your breath revives my soul
To me, you’re not a hero
Each pales when next to you
And we’re not star crossed lovers
We need a term that’s new
For what we have is legend
It's truer than what’s real
It shames each song and story
Our love is what can heal
And so, I say, “I love you”
Though words can never tell
What rages in my heart
Makes heaven of this hell
So, let them write their stories
And let them sing love songs
But we both know it, darling
They’ve got this whole thing wrong
For there’s no love like our love
All others don’t compare
Cause what we have is stronger
No other stands a prayer
Yes, what we have is stronger:
The sweetest love affair
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A windswept meadow neath an ambling Apollo lone journey,
Witnessed the efforts of a crowd studded web of twinkling wished upon stars,
Lose its envious magic that they had cast upon the eyes of star-crossed lovers,
To an army of Cupid's charioteers who pulled its blanched Master Moon,
Whilst guided by the genteel gallops of endless Cherubs whom together,
Unleashed a hailstorm of the heart seeking arrow tips that were dipped,
In honeyed filled molasses of numbingly sweet treasured quietude of,
Desirous lust that burst upon contact and releases its alchemy concoction,
Affecting even the strongest of resistors into fathomless mirth of ecstasy,
Swimming in divination depths whose relentless currents unite the noumenon,
Beyond their measure for its extension enwraps the partnered heart to be as,
The eternal one, inseparable, until twilight, trips into the arms of dawn,
For be it a day, until the fall of dusk the story perpetuates a new page it is,
Now it is a better understanding one realized just beyond a mere mesmerize,
Though blank as before as a pen and a windswept meadow wait for lovers tryst.
Date: 09/08/2019
On All Hallow's Eve,
They say can be seen,
A figure, alone and forlorn.
It prowls the high steppes,
Of Old Widow's Peak,
Mysterious, but meaning no harm.
The story is told,
Of two lovers of old,
Who pledged to each other they'd cleave;
But he had to sail out,
At dawning's first light,
Returning on All Hallow's Eve.
A storm came a-blowin',
And waves came a-crashin',
And soon not a thing could be seen.
He knew she's be waitin',
So without hesitation,
Headed home, no more to be seen.
Now each year on the peak,
Her vigil she keeps,
Faithful to her dying day;
And as she stands wating,
Her true love comes sailing,
Back to her arms through the grey.
Once more they're united,
Even death could not part them,
For love conquers all, this is true.
They'll play out this scene,
Forever it seems,
True love doesn't die, it continues.
So my friend never fear,
If you should come near,
And see that of which I speak.
It's two star crossed lovers,
Who come to each other,
The Specters of Old Widows Peak.
Judy Ball
All ghost stories aren't scarey.
Form:
Spawn of the arcane, glutted, she sprawls upon the sands
of mythos. As victims, star-crossed lovers, outcasts,
we have all seen the traces of these nether lands.
Sphinx-like, besotted, she lays among the bodies dashed.
A pixie smith has cast her silver chains, retained her
inside this mystic plane, stained her hide vintage rose.
Among the cards on the table, it is plain; she purrs.
Do you know what she knows; guess, a riddle she poses.
Protection sought from life's trials is at her command.
But, few coupled or single have journey past her grasp.
Unknown, to the unschooled, their senses unused, banned,
Christendom, the sacred fecund grail has miscast.
From Hatshepsut's visage, bound to Sekhmet she's sworn
beware, beware The Chariot's card once it is drawn.
Best case scenario -
my fame walking on two legs
wearing a golden helmet
(I made a bowl which I hammered
out of a lump of copper in workshop-class
aged 14, not good,
but all is golden now, for he who comes after me
has written an autobiography
that has left-out most of my failed handiworks).
He speaks from the empty shell
of a hermit crab. Distant stars love him.
He continues restoring my poems
long after they have crashed
into brick walls.
Or, he may come as the woman,
the one I have been seeking
in that frosted window of a past life,
She who I can only recall
when drunk on Blue Nun wine,
a Liebfraumilch that knits
all star-crossed lovers together
as they write themselves
quietly out of history.
In that almost land
my beloved unveils herself,
waits for my mind to open
like a blushing coral
sea anemone.
On the other hand,
he who comes after me
that man who watched my life
as if my body were at the bottom of a cliff,
he who also goads me to tinker with words,
converting them into land-mines
that sometimes maim.
If he shows up after my life
then I am going to haunt him
because he deserves to be scared
of a guy like me.
Lost in a sea of blue velvet
she dances, by the rhythm of aquamarine eyes
Beneath a parapet of stars where no one can foretell,
the sparkle of a smile is waving its goodbyes;
to loneliness
to sorrow
to solitude of morrow
Soft landings on the moon, they hold on to each other
as they twirl inside an ocean of cobalt blue;
Above, the heavens like birds of paradise soar
dipping their hearts inside each others gold
until they are no more.
The world falls away at their feet
as two star crossed lovers become love's paraclete
in a dreamers world
where fantasies curl
the azure blue hurl
of a boy and a girl.
By: Mystic Rose
It was a welcoming bench, it said come sit
Lean back, relax, unwind
Long in length, with edges smooth
And rustically designed
The wide plank wood, soft and weathered
Showed signs of former paint
Yet despite the knots and beaten planks
It was beckoning and quaint
A simple sign hung from the arm
That said, “Bench Not For Sale”
When I inquired as to why
I heard a lovely tale
Of travelers passing and barefoot kids
And shelter from the storm
Star-crossed lovers holding hands
First kisses soft and warm
A meeting place and fishing spot
Just yonder by the ridge
This bench is all of what remains
From the old covered bridge.
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I dreamt upon a ocean shore
Beyond the norm
I open a strange unsecure door
The key that which held in my hand was once gold
Floating above my palm it's layers began to fold
Once a key, twice a sword
Thrice old Lord
Standing valiant among the horde
Time stopped, waves dropped,
Thunder rolled Into one last pop
Outside the concepts of time,
A never ending plain that forever stops
Time eased In slow motion..
Seeming to link with my notions
The key unlocked the door to my emotions
Drowning is what I feared..
Now it's just a fabled leer
Windows of my thoughts..fade
Then reappear
Sparrows soar above, echoing on a rising tide
Down to my ears
The ocean becomes bliss..
Music chants to my soul,
Rain pours down in slow motion
Coming to wash away my erosion
I look into see the rain as it falls
Crystal clear bubbles appear
Filled..
with my thoughts dawned raw
I stand, absorbing it all..
A white tiger approaches in the distance
Reminding me what I'm missing
Intimately we face each other
Our faces the same as star crossed lovers
My spirit within is this animal
Wrapped in black and white covers
It leaps through me
And soaks me in the sea
Absent fear, I just let it be
Falling in reverse...
The tiger made me see
I land on the moon
The tiger, granting me his boon
Traveling through oceans,
Then spaces
Immune through grace
I did not swoon
No need to breathe
The essences is inside me
I gaze to earth,
It's conscious I now see
Round and round until eternity
I loom around, finding nothing of use
desolation surrounds me
Lifted off, I embody a Sparrow
Soaring to mars..
I can't explain it
was something wooing me
I burst forth with emotion
The ocean floods from me
I drench it's deserted surface..
Painting the canvas of sobriety
Life ends..
Then begins from a bowl of finality
The eastern star twinkles for humanity
The Stars at Night
Gazing at the stars at night I marvel at their divine beauty,
Knowing that God created them as reflections of His Light.
The stars in a sense serve as light markers to mankind’s
Very existence on this Earth and in celestial dimensions.
The stars have served as romantic backdrops for people,
As they seek love, find love, and want a life together.
The stars with their infinite beauty and God-like presence,
Shall always have import in the lives of men and women.
The darkness of night itself creates a motif in contrast to
The very wonder and hope for mankind that starlight brings.
Love itself serves as that very special emotion which brings
Two star-crossed lovers together as one in God’s eyes in love.
The key is not fear, but the ability to love and feel a spirit of
Adventure as people meet, fall in love, and seek a life as one.
The stars at night mirror God’s eternal presence in the Cosmos,
And represent His Love and Desire to always be with mankind.
The stars reflect an infinite beauty and God’s grace and love,
Which shall always be part of mankind’s existence on Earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – June 23, 2015
(Unrhymed Couplet)
Bit by bit you built this in your head.
Take me where the angels are and fix me piece by piece.
I want to feel my stars align again.
Baby you can call the bluff, I'll play the cards.
Take everything i know you'll break
You made those promises, don't take em back now.
Own up to your bull, it's about that time.
Break my bones, just leave my spirit alone.
I guess you're really just a demon.
You just want to do the reverse exorcism.
You're just trying to give me the mark.
Call me crazy.
Trust isn't real.
Forgiveness isn't real.
Nothing is real.
You aren't real.
Who would've thought love could paralyze.
Life has shattered my hopes and my dreams.
Star crossed lovers.
Literally beauty and the beast.
Even through the torture, it's the longest goodbye.
We belong together in the flames.
Not a trace left to be found.
We can't go back though you're waiting.