Short Enlace Poems

Prescrevo

Cláudia, 
a mestra;
faz das 
prescrições
a cura 
almejada!

Faz de cada
palavra aviada
a matéria-prima 
da vida, 
e da prescrição
a chave do enlace, 
e do pouco,
surgem
momentos
de vida....

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Shadows dance, moons embrace.
Soughed sounds of human wishes in the wind alight,
dreams enlace.

Truths with tales,
sagas fall from firmament night,
time scales.

Mind fun,
echoed insight,
spun.

Shadows dance, moons embrace.
Sagas fall from firmament night,
spun....

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Little lady, with face so blue,
What is it that you cannot do?
Did Mommy say the awful no?
Did Daddy say you cannot go?
Why is all the world against you?

Lovely girl, always number two.
In all the things, you try to do.
So many things you do not know.
Little lady.

Beautiful girl, I will save you.
Pretty face, shades of porcelain blue.
Enlace our hands and we will go.
To places far that you not know.
There forever I will love you.
Little lady....

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In the glow of the moon
I’m spellbound
as her eyes of green shine bright
causing my heart to swoon;
love abound,
filling fantasies with delight.

Those bedroom eyes beckon
my passion,
longing for warmth in love’s embrace;
together hearts reckon
in fashion
becoming one as souls enlace.

Her whispers awaken
my desires
as light beams down from moon above;
caresses leave me shaken,
lighting fires,
as bedroom eyes beckon love.


December 23, 2018...

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Let's touch base with a thing called Grace. Something we no longer embrace, Instead we're trying to replace with this meaningless rat race.

Now Grace you don't have to chase, just retrace, you'll find it's your birthplace.

And it use to be showcased even in the workplace but now it's being erased and replaced with disgrace.

So we must put on a bold face, replace and enlace with Grace until it becomes commom place.

Be an ace join the race to bring back the wonderful face of Grace....

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A face is like a case					
From place to place
A lot it can showcase.
 
When with anger you enlace					
The face becomes a fireplace
Its fury away it’ll chase.

A face is a voice
It can wail or rejoice
What it talks is your choice.
							
A face is a staircase
It catapults to the airspace
Or drags to the base.

A plain face is an empty vase				
On it nothing you’ll trace
Such is out of place.

Be full of grace							
With bliss lace your face
Let all embrace your face....

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