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My heart sets a blaze
Whenever I think of you
But the fire quickly fades
When you leave me.
In this universe we’re merely friends
Maybe in another we’re lovers
I want to break the barrier
That prevents us from being together
My feelings are like dice rolls
Always uncertain until the outcome
Despite your grasp on my heart
I’m afraid my feelings were never true
I want our destiny’s to be intertwined, but
The threads that connect us is a thin line
I’ll fight the losing battle to not forget you
Even though you were never mine
Your love is not mine to claim
Only you can choose and aim.
I’ll cherish the time we have left.
Towards the end of it we’ll see.
If my love is strong enough to keeps us together
Or
If my love is weak enough to let us fall apart
Four voices whispered through paper-thin walls,
A thousand dreams inside me called.
I didn’t know what songs could free,
But something sang inside of me.
The drumbeat nudged my face to try,
To imitate, joke and make them cry.
It grounded stories, sharp and smart,
And settled deep within my heart.
The bass hummed low, it moved my feet,
A steady pulse beneath the beat.
It pulled ideas into line,
And taught me patience, over time.
The lead guitar blazed a fiery call:
“Erase the line called usual.”
I pulled the strings and buckled up,
And took the leap toward stand-up.
The vocals rose, my heartbeat stopped,
My thoughts froze still and worries dropped.
They turned my feelings all around,
And finished songs I now sing loud.
Thong Thing Is Wrong
Thong thing is wrong
Cellulite women rolled on folds of flesh
Over waves and seas that crest
What are those monstrosities
Whales washed up on beaches
Thin strings not quite bikinis hide nothing
Obese creatures covered by mounds of pounds
Blot out the sun uncomfortably
As the fat eat Twinkies, dream of being Twiggy
Oh Doris please don't put on weight
Put on your tent. Save us from nightmares in the day
Tides move when you step in the water
Displace the natural order
Fish run from you. Forget how to swim
Naked can be scary by the sea
What is that giant thing standing in the sand
Dressed in almost nothing, held together by a string
What waddles down the shore
Thinking a black cloth makes one thin
Oh this fashion does not make for happy
Dreams and illusions bury the thighs in lies
Under the sun filling up horizons sky
Surprise! Eyes bleed at this frightening sight
Makes old and young cry. No place to hide
Ocean sojourns once were fun
Watching bikini clad women run
Nudity is meant for others more young
Eye candy, shapely, sexy and thin to begin with
Weight escaping on all sides exposed
Pretending to be pretty and thin is quite the trick
Girls come in all shapes and sizes
Some have been known to raise the tides
In disguise, hiding behind a smile exposes it
The thong thing is wrong
Please make it stop. Make it quit
Whisper Of Your Soul
(Soul Listens On A Whisper)
Murmurs soft are sensed, mimic nature, diaphanous clouds spread wide
Settle softer than a translucent butterfly on spring light snow
It is the moon flirting in ebullience, fog rising on a thin film on winds side
Lifting skirts or is it veils? Unknown in this muted light of whispers glow
Mist rolls across the bog, pulls along reluctant virgin night
By golden glow, that holds the sky in humble hush, abeyance in a trance
Tracking down the birth of morning, bursting full of light
Barely able to mutter the words, “the light of day”, the endless dance
You feel the vibrant tones, fold over meadows as you go
A vestigial tiny vessel of a virgin’s secret opens here
Chasing dark away along the marsh with pounding heart to know
The open glen is near, fills up in brilliant colors clear
Soft luscious sounds fall silent on the morning air and then
Listen, it whispers on the minutia of the moment something true
Holds on to quiet in the silent glen
Waiting on a whisper Imbued with truth, soft thoughts of you
Created on 12/16/14 for “Whisper Of Your Soul” Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle
Tired of this road that never seems to end,
A burden on shoulders, too heavy to mend.
I tried to be better, to rise and to shine,
But every step faltered, each effort declined.
My love, she’s weary, her patience worn thin,
Like a shadow I linger, outside, looking in.
She’s tired of my presence, my words turned to dust,
And now all that’s left is this shattered trust.
A smile feels like weight, too heavy to bear,
And tears? They’re just stories, no one wants to share.
I’m lost in a silence that grows with each breath,
Yearning for peace in the arms of sweet death.
Yet somewhere deep down, a voice softly pleads,
That hope might still linger in the quietest needs.
But darkness surrounds, and it’s hard to believe,
That morning can follow a night that won’t leave.
Blanket of Stardust Love by Linda Marie Sweetheart
"Blanket of Stardust Love"
beneath a blanket of stardust, soft melodious refrain
enchants golden moonlight while whispered words of love proclaim
affection and devotion sprinkled with snowflakes in horse drawn carriage
red velvet box tied with silvery bow, proposing lifelong marriage.
as sequined stars illuminate heart pattern of design
in wintry atmosphere pure warmth engaged emotions mine
an aura of sweet ambiance encircled as true turtledoves
caressed by kisses under a blanket of beautiful stardust love.
we pledged our special vows 'neath Summer's canopy twilight
upon a sandy beach in private alcove of joyous delight
through many years of tears and pain of heartache and sharing
your love was ever at my side for comforting and caring.
these golden years have fashioned journies we conquered together
love grows stronger when two blend one even in stormy weather
the depth of feelings increases as tender time rolls by
but in the end, through thick and thin, there remains you and I.
we celebrate our life so grand and thank God everyday
for bringing our paths to collide in His own precious way
in retrospect fond memories radiate love's glow
as stardust hovered over our hearts and started an irreversible flow.
Poem written by Linda Marie Sweetheart in 2012 before she left us for her heavenly abode. This is being reproduced here to honor her loving memory and muse with this post which is also being entered into -
The Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Posted on June 28, 2020
WHO DECIDES?
Curtis Johnson
YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT THE ANGEL WAS COMING TO TAKE YOU HOME?
THAT’S BECAUSE ANGELS RECEIVE THEIR ORDERS FROM GOD ALONE.
ONE COULD ONLY WONDER , HOW LIFE WOULD END, KNOWING WHEN.
WOULD WE LIVE AS WE PLEASE, BEING GOOD ONLY NOW AND THEN?
SHOULD THE LORD FORM A LONG LINE, AND LET EVERYONE PICK A NUMBER?
WOULD WE BE HAPPY, IF THE HOLY ONE ALLOWED EACH ONE TO DECIDE?
SHOULD LIFE’S LENGTH BE DETERMINED BY WHERE WE RESIDE?
WHAT IF GOD HAD SELECTED AN ANGELIC COMMITTEE OF FIVE ,OR TEN?
I DO BELIEVE THAT THE FATHER’S PATIENCE WOULD HAVE GROWN THIN.
SO LET THE WISE ONE SPECIFY WHEN IT IS OUR TIME TO FINALLY GO
THIS CASE MUST REST ,BECAUSE IT’S BEST, THAT WE SHOULD NEVER KNOW.
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Magic we see is nothing but illusion
Where illusionists fill our minds with confusion
Magicians actually trick your mind
God knows what fun in these tricks people find
It is just some nonsense hocus-pocus;
Where magicians divert our focus
To weird spells which have no use
And are just meant to amuse
True magic does not mean vanishing a card into thin air,
Or pulling a coin from behind someone’s ear.
It’s certainly not taking out a bunny out of a hat
How ridiculous is something like that!
If you really want to find out
What real magic is about,
Just know that it is not some trick of a card,
True magic is in your heart
When you accept this
And lift yourself from folly’s abyss
You will realize that magic is not what magicians do
True magic is within you.
Basket case
There is a smudge on my computer screen trying to clean it with spit,
but no, perhaps it is finger marks left behind by the strange people
Who sits in the back of the computer shop?
Their diet is cola and chocolate; they are thin, bald and weedy looking
I must whisper to them, or they shrink away.
They sulk if I disagree with their diagnosis, it will take time to get
my computer back.
When the owner closes the shop, they climb into toolboxes, the ones with
the helpful drawing of a screwdriver, maybe the smudge is a camera
watching me
when I have a drink tonight, I’ll pour it in the bedroom then go into
the bathroom and smoke a cigarette
buy a can of coke a bar of chocolate, eat and drink in front of the screen
and they will say, look, he is a basket-case like us.
Woman.
I want you with or without
lipstick on the mouth.
With debutante breasts
or middle-aged,
housewife, of
militant...
I want you with your eyes,
of Chinese,
Arab or
almond Brazilian...
With your body
of fruit tree,
your flower hair
so wild....
I want you with your skin
black
white,
yellowish
I want you with your
thin waist,
or pestle, even
rounded...
With your butt
dry or upturned ...
With your countenance
strong but sensible,
or suitable
experienced boss,
or childish manner ...
I want your body
of mountain that I love
climb up, I want you
with fantasy visions
or full of real images.
I love you and I want you.
shining, conquering,
being respected
With a generous smile
on the lips and doing
with elegant fingers a
Victory V ...!