You were the first of all my loves
the first to wake my heart
the one to make it beat so wild
pierced now with cupids dart
You looked my way and stole my breath
you turned a school girls head
I was love struck there and then
hung on every word you said
Perhaps I was a little young
but my heart at your feet I lay
and gladly offered you my soul
to do with as you may.
How I longed for you to want me
I was just the sister of a friend
still I would sit and dream of us
…..but dreams are just pretend
Years ago I fell for you
but for me you were never right
and though my heart may flutter still
it no longer leaps on sight
You were the first of all my loves
and so you'll always stay
but in my heart the space you hold
is now a corner out the way.
Saturday 9th April 2011
Written by Emma Mantle
For Frank Herrera's contest YOUR FIRST KISS, FIRST LOVE, or FIRST BROKEN HEART
2nd place
*Things I Miss*
I miss the soft touch of a woman's hands on my back
while we lay in bed just to relax.
The warmth of her body as we entwine
and the softness of her lips on mine.
The hand in hand walks
and heart to heart talks
that I see myself leaving behind.
The playful fighting,
and gentle biting,
these things are always on my mind.
A person there at night to hold
on nights like this that are so cold.
I miss these things so often overlooked
as if I'm trying to live some story in a book.
I'll hold onto these thoughts & feelings though,
until I find them or its my time to go...
"Sometimes its hard to see whats right in front of us, so I'll keep my eyes wide open & in
my heart I'll trust."
Dino Bravo
1/20/2010
I was turning ten and learning the tricks
The year was 1956
I remember that my mother cried
The day that Tommy Dorsey died
I still believed in Santa Claus
James Dean was a Rebel without a cause
Green Door was a rockin’ tune
Patty sang about the Allegheny Moon
Russia’s relation with Hungary thinned
Gogi Grant sang The Wayward Wind
Love was a many splendored thing
I still can hear Fats Domino sing
Carl was wearing Blue Suede Shoes
While Guy Mitchell was Singing the Blues
The movie East of Eden was so fine
A young Johnny Cash was walking the line
Robert Young in Father Knows Best
Gunsmoke was about the Old West
The Edge of Night and As the World Turns
I’ll Cry Tomorrow, my heart still burns
Be Bop A Lu La Gene did render
And Elvis crooned Love Me Tender
In Poland the people fought for a goal
We listened to No Not Much and Heart And Soul
The Navy answered Mr. Robert’s Calls
There was the premiere of Guys and Dolls
Black and White TV had Roy, Gene and Tom Mix
What a wonderful year, 1956.
(Tribute to the movie “Out of Africa”)
I gave my heart to Africa…
There, on a farm,
In those vast green plains,
With coffee perfume in
The crispy air…
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the gazelle dance
In the sweaty breeze,
Grazing and jumping and kicking
Right into the lions’ claws…
I lived in the very soul of Africa…
Where the giraffes reach
High above the stars
And the moon lay
Carelessly on her back,
Watching over the savannah.
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the jungle would
Sing its song for the
Prudent bush-hunters.
Where buffalo and wildebeests
Cross the blue
Into the waters, giving themselves
To the ancient crocks…
I left my heart in Africa…
And now she sings a song of me,
The air shivers with the colors
That I had on,
And children play in the fields,
Looked over by the eagles
That once soared for me…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Second chances are rarely granted
Wishes on stars are eternally chanted
I come to you in pieces to make me whole
I look into your eyes, but somehow see your soul
Your dreams of breaking out, being free someday
Searching for the answers, looking for the way
Encountering a light hidden so well
Likewise I’m hiding behind a mangled veil
My heart in your grasp, my innocence unused
Your hands I take in mine, callused and bruised
A moment of harmony, yet the note struck hard
The eyes of your heart are broken and marred
Use me once and I’m yours to discard?
My trust in you is forever charred
Now I’m hiding my scars yet you see them too
But what you don’t see, is I've been scarred by you
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