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In a dim lounge room,
A band plays to hypnotize all that hear.
Drinks serve to soften normal judgment.
Making it easier to accept your desire.
A white spotlight shines on the center of the stage.
The Widow has appeared,
Lecherous eyes follow her every movement.
Painted lips smile as thick eyelashes dust her cheeks.
She's demure for a moment.
Opening her eyes she looks just at you.
Eyes meeting, you're devoted to only her.
Song after song she sings only for your ears.
Her heart is open for you to claim.
Everyone else in the full lounge is flies
intruding on your moment with her.
Unable to leave your seat, for you may
miss a moment as she sings for you.
No more drinks are served, your thirst is only
for the lounge singer.
There are no windows and you don't hear servers
going in and out the door.
It's to not disturb you,
listen to the band and singer.
Her voice is all around, echoing in your mind.
Before you, she's there
Reach out your hand.
Touching her waist, she smiles and kisses you.
You grin as she swallows you whole for all to see.
Another guest follows after you.
Morning dawns with a touch of a chill
Touching naked feet with a thrill
Open the blinds and look outside
Realizing you might stay at the hearthside
Shimmering snowflakes fall to the earth
Whispering glimpses of angel’s birth
Reminding the heart to always find joy
In the simple things like a shiny new toy
The world is recreated from gray and dismal
To a winter wonderland of all that is cheerful
Snow so pure white and bright that it glistens
Filling the entire world with a ear that listens
The silence of the moments sends up a prayer
Filling the moment with a peaceful affair
Instilling in the heart a sense of pure hope
That slides down from the freezing slope
Christmas morning, for this year’s holiday
Has prompted us to celebrate this birthday
With reassurance that a snowy ground
Sends joy, peace and love all around!!!
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Level sands stretched beyond the range of vision
Sluggish blue waters touching the grey seaboard
Waves crashing on rocks with a lingering sound
The surging waves erasing footprints like wipers
Pyramidal red cedars diffusing camphor aroma
The mangroves standing on stilts along the shore
Velvet seals and cute penguins go on roaming
Flocks of seagulls swooping down to catch shellfish
Hustle and bustle all over due to fishing jargon
The salt air carries the whispers of sweethearts
The shells of clams lying half sunk in the sand
The sunlight makes them aglow as day stars
Bizarre and rare sights of the doomsday fish
As a harbinger of impending natural disasters
It’s a womb for unnumbered water creatures
Including the mythical Leviathan beneath the layers
The infinite water body stands as an epitome
For an indomitable spirit and immortality
For centuries, with no pauses but renewed energy
The profound tranquillity sprawling all over
In that twilight, when my hands wrapped around you
I felt the echoes of your throbbing heartbeats.
The susurration and all polyphonies became infrasonic
Except the pounding heartbeats that echo forever in my heart.
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You my love
sleep deeply within
dancing upon clouds
blowing warmly
blushing red
sweet pink
cotton candy kisses
innermost desire
without lips
fluttering passion
breathtakingly beautiful
Chambers of
the heart open
to lay
with you my love
blossoms one
regal flower
within a petaled bed
touching this dream
adorable paradiso
softly caressing deeply
gently warming
sweeping feelings
Singing lovingly
music of the soul
bouncing emotions echoes
deeply in the heart
floating butterflies inside
rising to a higher place
feelings explode golden
loving you darling
takes my breath away
Branches envelope...
Love develops..
As we wrap our stems
music begins,
sound of
'Heavenly Delight'
embraces the cold
bitterness of night!
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Lonely night
Losing mind
He chugs a bottle of champagne
Nobody is with him to celebrate
Plans canceled
Failed proposal
Broken problems
Loud Stereos
Romantic songs
Rose petals all around the floor
As he dances all by himself
Teary eyes
Shaky voice
Broken problems
Silver ring
Lovely bride
He looks up touching his chest
Losing the girl who ran away
Wasted him
Left alone
Broken problems
Like seasons passing,
It starts off spring.
Butterflies in the stomach,
soft, gentle, cool.
Hinting at something
Lingering in the air.
A brush of hands,
still shy
as it forms.
Come summer,
Hot, bright, fiery.
Excitement gone
with the hot red thrill
taking over the gentle.
Heated kisses,
constant touching,
always present,
no space between,
even if they dare.
In comes fall,
Light wind, soft touches.
The sky lights
with new discoveries
as uncertainty simmers
honeymoons gone,
as the spark flies.
Winter brings the end,
Cold, angry, iced out.
Distance grows,
uncertainty gone,
dissatisfaction taking control.
This is not what we want...
It's not what we deserve...
This isn't what we're worth.
It ends in winter
unhappy
and long overdue.
Goodbyes pass
as they outgrow,
and everything once admirable,
becomes the source of irritation.
The final goodbye
that rolls the credits.
I
love
old books.
The mold smell,
the tattered pages,
the strange way writers penned stories.
Ever since a child I loved the feel of an old book.
I search adding to my collection of covers crumbling and pages yellow hued.
There
is
nothing
more calming
than decaying books.
I save them from garbage heaps,
I give beloved books a home to rest in old age,
and I love touching their withered pages, caressing words written so long ago.
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May 5, 2016 (Edit)
Poetry/Verse/Old Books
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1109-559-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Contest 550
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Life has no meaning, but it is worth living,
on the condition that you recognize it has no meaning.
And I walk through the empty streets of my mind,
through the labyrinth of thoughts that intertwine and unravel,
a dance of shadows and lights,
a symphony of melancholy,
as if every step I take is an echo of eternity,
a murmur of falling stars.
When I look into the mirror of time,
I see old and new faces,
faces bearing the imprints of past decades,
smiles swept away by the wind of forgetfulness,
tears evaporating in the cold air of memories,
and yet I continue to walk, to breathe,
to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin,
even though I know the sun will set and night will come again.
I stretch my hands towards the cloudy sky,
touching the leaden clouds floating above me like heavy thoughts,
but in that weight, I find a beauty, a peace,
a hidden magic in every raindrop that falls on the thirsty earth,
a dance of life and death,
a poem written with invisible ink.
I run through the forests of dreams,
among the trees that raise their arms towards infinity,
their roots deeply embedded in the soil of reality,
and I wonder if meaning is just a mirage,
an illusion created by our minds to feel less lost,
less alone in this vast and silent universe,
where every star is a point of light in a sea of darkness.
But even in this lack of meaning,
I find reasons to smile,
to laugh, to love, to live,
for each day is a new story, a new chapter,
a new chance to discover hidden wonders in the mundane everyday,
in simple gestures and fleeting glances,
in the comforting touch of a friend,
in the gentle whispers of the wind that tells me the secrets of eternity.
Just A Pinch of Crazy
She was just a little girl
With big blue eyes
And she dreamed everyday
Of touching the sky.
The world watched her grow
And become a lady
A fearless woman
With just a pinch of crazy.
Her music touches the hearts
Of the young and old
Creating a relationship
That is inspiring and bold.
She doesn't carry bad blood
For those who bully her
She just fills the blank spaces
And leaves them in a blur.
With a pinch of crazy
She sings a love story
And after years of searching
Her lover becomes her glory.
Every word she writes
Becomes a part of a song
Every song she writes
Makes her reputation strong.
Haters are gonna hate
And say mean things
But she just shakes it off
And continues to sing.
Sending golden warm
hugs filled with softest kisses
blowing them to someone really special
who shines like the sun
all alone in my world today
Turns over the moss you are perfect
the way you are honey
deeply touching buttercups
floating in a field of daisies
A kiss warmed by the sun
beautiful embracing your light
one sunflower you are beautiful petals
whispering softly in the winds
from your glow it lights up
in every single dream
Loving you baby
is all this man ever dreamed
I believe in you until the end
I have met my soul mate
you are the truth of an angel
With my heart and soul
I will always give it to you love
together we can achieve great things
deeply a blinding miracle
I truly believe.