They say They say opposites attract,
I suppose they were right to think that especially for us.
For i was naive
and you wanted to deceive
I was as pure as the driven snow
And you were dark like the concept of a Jane Doe.
Opposites attract.
You secretly wanted to attack,
I just wanted you to love me back.
You made me think lust was love all because you were under an act. Opposites attract.
I wanted you on your worst days,
you wanted me at your place for the worst ways.
Opposites attract.
I guess that’s why we aren’t attracted to each other anymore. Because when I look at my actions towards others i see yours and you made me like that.
She saunters in unbidden
Burning hot as hell fire
Her water as pure as the driven snow
Her scent like a warm summer breeze
Men love her with a passion
Women loath her with a vengeance
Children whisper about her in dark corners
For she is deemed forbidden fruit
She is the shamed woman
A crown she wears unapologetically
Dare you not utter her name they say
Lest you fall prey to her charms
Slowly she rises to her feet
As she smiles to herself
Not in anger, but in endearment
Because only she knows
These people that shame her
She bore life to their multitudes
They are her children -
And she, their mother
O, rats. I've been assigned to write a serious poem
As if a boy can snap his fingers and grow 'em
What's worse, I hear it has to be a sonnet
I'll just throw 'Teach' a curveball with a dollop
of mustard on it
Romance and yucky kissing, just not in my wheelhouse
Better to write about Tom Sawyer's latest treehouse
Or adventure with pirates, buried treasure, and alligators
Hey, think she'd like verses about wrestling gladiators
Why's she watching me with those beady eyes of hers
Is she worried I'll pen cuss words or racial slurs
She needn't bother: I'm as pure as the driven snow
I've got it -- I'll write a sonnet 'bout Santa: Ho, Ho, Ho!
Well, the class is nearly over; my sonnet is due
Hope 'Teach' likes my Santa and Merry Christmas to you!
Everything that forms in words comes from deep authority inside
it identifies itself though unspoken feelings within limbo
there is a line no soul should cross boundaries morally set
The intoxicated spirit drunkenly cuts to the ice core logic
frozen articles burning coldly hot blooded with faith
Emotions dressed in white pure as the driven snow cleans the tracks
truth dares to challenge the opposite opinion in reverse
When a veil falls seeing some not having got their affairs in order
its hard to find or hide that we do not tread on familiar grounds
The path your on harbours destruction canvassing with hate chosen
self appointed bigot such rules boycott everything honest in favour of the liar
This anger towards right surely is heading towards something sinister
condemning wrong has a twisted view out from the mirrors
blind darkness hidden ugliness has no shape always lost invisible
without a shadow or a second opinion that would hold no ground
will the wolf cry without a moon picturing it's existence alive
pitch black nothingness is the empty space between the ears filled with lead
Master, teacher, and deliverer is what Jesus was to me
And, thanks to him, never again do I have to feel unclean
Real love and compassion is what I received from him
Yesterday's sorrow has gone, and a new day of happiness has come
My new life is pure as the driven snow because of what he did for me
Anxiety is no longer my daily diet, and guilt haunts me no more
God by his love has both forgiven me and forgotten all my sins
Demons, all seven of them, were cast out of me by Jesus Christ
All my fears, pain and shame, have been exchanged for joy and peace
Life now is meaningful, so filled with poise, power, and purpose
Every day is a very good day, and I'm no longer driven by demons
New life embraces me every morning and throughout the day and night
Ever since he called me "Mary" that Sunday morning, I've never heard a sweeter sound.
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In eyes a perfect soul
Pure as the driven snow
A spirit that calms me
As would sounds of rivers flow
I'd wrap my arms around you
Just to feel you breathe
So I wanted you to know
I adore your eyes
Oh, how they make my heart beat so
That I love the way my mind spins
When you make your emotions show
My mind, a chaotic web
Thoughts tangled up in you
So I wanted you to know
That your love, this time
Is love I shall not forgo
Television way back in it's infancy
Pure as the driven snow, no naughty imagery
Bikinis, not a chance
No extra tight pants
This distorted view of life will go down in infamy
Why does the heart want when the heart wants?
One of the questions logic cannot explain
So In this state I shall remain and write to numb the pain
Pain that could one day turn into bliss, but who can tell what lies in the abyss
Only God knows my intentions are pure, as pure as the driven snow
What can stop the wind that blows through the gap that no one knows, that remains hollow
We could stay in our separate lanes or we could collide
But know, when I gaze into your eyes, I cannot tell whether seconds or minutes go by
Who knows what the future holds, it could be everything or nothing at all
I am content with both, towards you I can never feel loath
What’s written is written, it unfolds how it unfolds
I accept what destiny beholds, even if the fire inside me is forced to turn cold
Down by the Edge of the Woods
I know a place I love to go,
It’s quiet and pure as the driven snow.
A place that I can call my own,
A special place I can think and dream alone.
Down by the edge of the woods.
I hear a breeze that blows all day,
It asks my heart never go away.
My heart replies I’ll always be,
Safely lying under my old oak tree.
Down by the edge of the woods.
It’s so quiet you can almost hear,
God as He whispers in my ear.
He tells me ‘everything is just fine,
Because I know that you are mine.’
Down by the edge of the woods.
If you want to rest someday at my place,
Come on down and I’ll make some space.
God has given this all to me,
So I might share it with all I see.
Down by the edge of the woods.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
Have you ever wondered
As time goes marching on
When someone who you knew quite well
Goes to the Great Beyond?
Although this person that you knew
Always did their best
They had many little flaws
Of which you could attest.
No one is perfect need not be said
It’s certain that’s for sure.
But strong or weak we all go on
We’re able to endure.
That being said now here’s my point
It’s a gripe that I submit
When I open up the paper
And look up their obit.
As I said nobody’s perfect
That should go unsaid
But you’d think they walked on water
Once you get the obit read.
You’d think they were devoid of flaws
They were angels all aglow
Not one single fault
Pure as the driven snow!
Just once I’d like to read
An obit with this to tell
“this person wasn’t all that great
And may end up in Hell”!