Passion Prose Poems

Grow out your wings first 
Before you flap them, little bird
Your wings aren't strong enough 
To fly just yet; keep your feet firmly 
Planted on...

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     We present ourselves to perform this day,
As a faceless crowd grace our seats of fame,
Let us share the joy and...

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holding what the twilight brings
sleepless nights, empty dreams
close my eyes, visions creep
passion ebbed on moonless beach

wander, footsteps in smooth sand
head down on deserted strand
listen to...

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your far way
i have thoughs today
its passion blind
about sex
over you had a 
WET MIND...

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The Oceans

Where are the oceans made from tears
That is the love of God?
A flood that was the passion
Lost in memories bittersweet.

And all the arrows of...

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The Raven and the Coyote
 
The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by the sitting Coyote on the mountain ridge. The Coyote was the...

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Is this all?

Life is a country, spread before us at birth, its
Vistas stretching beyond the horizon, full of 
Mystery and anticipation. 

In the distance lie...

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When the morning does breathe 
And the darkness does flee
I feel the desire within...
As I caress you once again...

This is the morning of love...

When the...

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A painting like a poem talks to us.  They speak of life and ask us questions of this world. A painting mimics God's creations...

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the emotion
I need sometime
I can’t I live and dream without this
I don’t find any passion devoid of this
sometime I’m heartbroken,
sometime I’m injured to mentality
excess attention...

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A candle burns its life away; 
sacrifice to it, is sweet; 
it is a candle’s lot in life.

Candles gift, a light dark cloaked; 
beacon burning...

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What is a Poet?
 
A singer of songs, a caller of warnings;
A crier of tears, a laugher, a weeper.      ...

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"Hurry!"
"Hurry, you've gotta see this!"
She yelled at me from a hundred yards down the beach ...
So I ran, barefooted, as fast as I could to...

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Shall you amass a wealth of descriptive locutions to plant in your grey matter garden?

Will you give birth to baby eloquence and listen to the...

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31st December 2018, 8:00 AM
I ask every rose in our garden and every tree near our home to tell you frankly that every year I...

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GINGER ROGERS AND FRED ASTAIRE

If Jesus Christ were a dancer,
He would have danced like Fred Astaire
around the room with Ginger Rogers.
He'd have danced on the...

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Just wanted to say a very big thank you to all you amazing poets who took the time to comment 
on my last post ‘Sunny...

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on  a rainney day
its time for passion play
time to get it on
rain truns me on
think about it
make me wet
RAINNEY DAY SEX
...

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No need to tell lies,

no need to do "what one 

does want not to do";

solitary, but not lost,

rather, found, finally alive

in a nobler dream,

before a...

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I searched for God in temples
But nowhere was He found 
I looked into the skies and waters 
And everywhere on the ground

To me, God was...

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