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He was totally in love with her – her smile, her laugh, the way her nose crinkled
But he was afraid to say something, so she married his Cousin, Jake Finkled.
Who reaches for the stars? Who bravely runs toward their dreams?
Who sets their goals and sets out to live by beautiful mountain streams?
She was ready to get a degree in art therapy, and live her truth so pretty.
But she was not brave enough to go to university in a big city.
Who has not been afraid? But most push through and express their needs.
Who has not pushed through fear, finding a way to use ideas seeds?
They were best friends for around ten years until he moved away.
Neither admitting they were in love. Losing touch on a Saturday.
It is sad when you know what you want but fear keeps you from saying.
It is a miracle when those who ae scared let their opinions go braying.
Fear can immobilize you, make you a person you never want to be.
Let’s resolve to live our heart’s desires, give fear the boot for eternity.
Yes you can do it. You are stronger than you think, so let fear know….
This is your life, so you need to live it with a happy confident glow.
Saying all these things really make things right.
Acting just the same, on a different night.
Moving close to you, makes me feel so right.
A kiss on the cheek, really turns me on.
A touch on the lips, kind of sounds like fun..
Next to you..That's where I want to be, is..
Next to you.
I hope you're feeling fine, when I'm..
Next to you..
I'll be feeling just the same, when I'm..
Next to you.
Next to you.
Next to you...
Sounding off the gun, when we start the race..
Staring in your eyes, when I see your face.
Looking to the west, when the sun goes down.
Moving next to you, never makes me frown.
When we're holding hands, it really makes my day.
A kiss on the lips, only makes me stay..
Next to you..
That's where I want to be is..
Next to you..
I hope you're feeling fine, when I'm..
Next to you..
I'll be feeling just the same, when I'm...
Next to you.
Next to you.
Next to you..
Love Ballad By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
My spirit resides in a small family’s home.
I serve to divide up the rooms of that place.
I haven’t got legs; therefore, I can’t roam.
I guess what they see of me there is my face. . .
a surface, which smooth, is painted beige-white.
No ears do I have, and yet I hear all.
No eyes, yet I see everything day and night.
No lungs, yet I breathe; I am every wall.
When holidays come, I inhale such delight:
the sweet scent of cinnamon and fresh baked bread.
I love it when sun through the drapes casts its light,
and also I’m warmed hearing everything said . . .
and sounds of the children laughing with glee,
the soft sounds of love making from their folks’ room
and their music, when played, which permeates me,
dispelling those lonely times I feel such gloom. . . .
for there was a time the kids colored on me.
Their mother got angry, but all I recall
is how small hands scribbled on me eagerly.
Now I long for their touch on my every wall!
SWEET REMEMBRANCES
Where have you been?
I can’t find, now unseen.
But your sweet remembrance
your mystic fluorescence
I preserve in my trove of treasure.
My dormant desire to cherish in pain n pleasure.
When I am awake, you hid in my heart
In dream I can embrace you, my sweet heart.
I feel your delicate tender touch on my lips
I see you holding posy of tulips
Being awake, cruel reality I have to face
My lone presence in emptiness of your absence.
I watch you only wandering in my mind.
Past days and nights, how could I rewind?
Time is so unkind!
Our days are gone, truly gone forever?
Those happenings could be brought back never.
Or, all the stars in the sky of night
are just hidden under broad daylight.
Daily chores in regular stream
or subconscious world of sleepy dream?
May I yell? Which is real? Who will tell?
In dream we unite as last console
You settle permanent in my soul.
I vow to you not to forget.
you are so true, so eminent
I am resting with you in redolence
still staying in my adolescence
creating collage of overlapping memories,
remembrances to be painted in series.
Reminiscence in reverie to display
my emotive urge in joy n dismay.
06/09/18
We fit well
You and I:
My love tells
Dream that sighs.
Here we are
Such odd friends:
Touch on par
A love grand.
Hand in hand
We live gain:
Friend to friend
Love funds plain.
Time moves fast
We see this:
Here at last
Love is bliss.
Age brings change
A touch light:
Trance looks strange
Souls still bright.
In-sync each
Steer fond smiles:
Stretch and reach
Love seeds style.
Such sure ease
Glimpse fond fare:
Hearts at peace
As joy stares.
Heart to heart
Watch good cheer:
Prize pure art
Now and here.
Soul to soul
Poise greets grace:
Love speaks whole
Face to face.
Bliss is ease
As love sings:
Hearts live peace
As life flings.
Leon Enriquez
20 August 2017
Singapore
the moment- I saw my love it was a moment frozen
it was a spiritual experience and I was swept away
I abandoned myself to this perfect experience
with obsessive musings- like an addict needing a fix
it is more that his physical attractiveness
I am lost in a forever, ever love
being with him is like falling into a crystal clear stream
where his kisses and words wash over me like waves
I am an emotional wreck- who cannot sleep or eat
my heart beats faster when he is even just talking to me
when, we were apart, I am full of longing and lust
falling in love is very bizarre- it just creeps up magically
our life's are entwined and we are deeply bonded
coated with desire- I long for his touch on my body
the stroke of his hand on my hair, his breath
he is my lover, my friend and my forever, ever
we never crowd each other, we both have a life
but when we are together the world fades
he took a weeping girl- who was me and I healed
and holding me in his arms he whispers his- forever love
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February 24, 2020
Added After Judging 2/28/2020-
Poetry/Free Verse/On Love
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1229-055-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Free Verse On Love
sponsor, Lu Loo
Second Place
I saw your face in the window sill
I saw your foot print and It gave me a chill
I heard your voice through the wall
I thought you were in heaven but you’re here after all
I knew when I lost you it was forever and a day
I hope to see you at the end this every night I pray
Your trinkets are still here and they bring me great pains
I know that your gone but the imprint of you still remains
I search the rooms but your not there
I feel a touch on my shoulder and you disappear into thin air
There’s barely nothing left of you except pictures on the wall
I miss you more each spring winter summer and fall
I still find things you left behind
The collection of your life is the only thing that’s been kind
I knew when I lost you it was forever and a day
I hope to see you at the end this every night I pray
Your trinkets are still here and they bring me great pains
I know that your gone but the imprint of you still remains
Your part of me and I would never run and hide
I see you floating with your arms open wide
Trapped between heaven and earth
I have faith in God that he graces you in rebirth
I knew when I lost you it was forever and a day
I hope to see you at the end this every night I pray
Your trinkets are still here and they bring me great pains
I know that your gone but the imprint of you still remains
These things I see I wish they never cease
I love you forever but I hope your soul finds peace
Blackberry Memoir
Blackberries, round and glossy,
Always invite me to return
To dusty country summer afternoons
When languid waves of mirages
Puddle into shimmering hiatus.
From the gently swaying hammock
I hear the rattle of berry pails
To see my grandmother, in her straw hat,
Smile an invitation - come with her
Into the wild blackberry patch.
Like garter snakes that hide in the thorny brambles
Tangled canes slither across the sandy path
No perfect rows only prickly trailing briars
That soar from the heart of the thicket
In arching limbs to touch on summer skies.
Like raven tresses the blackberry fruit glistens -
Capturing sweetness from the glowing sun -
Purple stained fingers release the ripeness
Then hear it plunk in the berry bucket -
Delicious as raindrops in a summer storm.
Warm evening settles in contented sighs
Watching moonlight creep through tangled vines
When juicy blackberry pie warm from the oven
Arrives on clear plates with salivating praise
Topped with ice cream dripping down the sides.
When autumn strips the jumbled canes
To lie barren beneath the winter sun
My grandmother’s blackberry jam journeys
In reveries of summer days to come
When simple berry picking untangles life.
8-2-22
Contest: Your Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
To begin this new year…a year of uncertainty…
a year, like every year, where I don’t know what’s in store…
I’ve decided to begin each day by writing down
something I am grateful for.
I have found while dancing through life’s beautiful
but sometimes intricate and difficult ballet
remembering at least one thing I am grateful for
is a great way to start each day.
I find this works like dominoes because when I touch on something I am grateful for…
be it large or small
It leans against another memory and then…more memories fall.
And as the dominoes ease into each other
and more thoughts or memories are viewed…
before I know it I find myself…awash in gratitude.
What makes this morning practice special…what makes it truly great
is knowing tomorrow when I wake up…another row of dominoes await.
So that’s my plan from here on out…before I write a single poem
before rhyming words I attempt to interlace
I shall take a moment to write down one thing that puts a smile on my face.
I have do doubt every now and then I’ll repeat myself
but do not let my repeated words be misconstrued…
that’s just the way it works with dominoes of gratitude.
And so I begin this new year with the first domino I see…
It’s the one that’s always first in line…
I’m thankful for my family.
Do you want to be nurtured, taught with a human's thoughts?
Or do you want to live with a computer screen?
Most folks want to be grown, learn as the organic,
Like when developing the mind of the teen.
Teachers instruct and grow, giving helps and hints,
Giving insight into the how, why and where.
Our learned touch on the mind of the teen,
Gives curiosity, to live, love, to care.
A computer screen, it's flat, right or wrong,
It's lifeless, void of intrigue.
It can't explain the why of the curious,
It can't nurture, assist, driving to fatigue.
Computers can't change with the mind,
Can never understand mental burn.
Only the fluid hands of the human teacher,
Know how to feed kids curiosity to learn.