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Strength and harmony
Wooden tools and spotless aprons
Good will as old as time
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Where is God hiding,
within this organic form,
a question as old as time.
Oh revered hermit,
both heart and the fontanel,
shine with light of the heavens.
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry - Paradise
Love is old.
As old as time.
Love is following me.
I wish it would die.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Your voice caresses me with its timbre and resonance,
stirring a want to rest safe in your arms,
yet exciting my spirit,
stirring a restless passion,
a hunger as old as time.
It is as old as time.
Yet not even age could
Dampens its destructive
Powers. Like the molten
Lava of an erupted volcano,
Every facet of our lives
It touches incinerates
To cinders
Stuck in front of camera
waiting to hear the cut
Speaking words secondhand
And thinking all unthought
And letters old as time
cower in the shadow of forgotten
and communication
Just
lines of ones and noughts
Sakura, blooming late in March
Midori, green like rice fields wide
Kitsune, as old as time itself
Kimono, crimson and white as pearl
Kunoichi, brave and strong
Miko, dedicated and true
Kiriko, my heart beats for you <3
Not just a plastic peg
You reflect the light below
Born into a guiding template
Cast members for the show
We play until our light burns out
Game rules as old as time
Look within and find the source
A true self paradigm
Whirling gently on the hilltops,
Idling lightly in the breeze,
New technology old as time,
Driven wind making power.
Finest set in Australia,
Always turning, never sleeping,
Round and round they go.
Magical, merry windmills,
Snowtown they surround.
I am sick with want
a hand to touch
a kiss to hold
an ache for something
old as time, but new and
blooming.
To feel my teeth against
teeth
To laugh at how simple
falling in love is
To love, stupid fumbling
love, unendingly
to open my heart
we dance the old dance
as old as time itself yet
ever fresh each day
who knows its real name
how long it’s been around or
cares who danced it first
lift turn sway lunge bend
at the shore on ballroom floors
in the desert sands
the heart of the world
beats to the rhythm of love
all still dance to it
I lie in bed,
With dread,
Accomplished nothing,
My future is aching.
Wasting away my youth,
This being my gospel truth,
A tale as old as time,
I’ve squandered my prime.
Lack the will and the wit,
To do it,
I need to get a grip,
Before I slip.
Instead, I consume,
Consume,
Consume,
Consume.
My eyes hurt.
For what is life,but today
A tale as old as time.
But no mater what men can say,
Or put it in a rhyme,
A life,no man can tame,
And destiny lies wait.
For here tomorrow not the same,
Is twisted by our fate.
But what can man see today,
That shall be on the morrow.
Will it bring joys my way,
Or bring eternal sorrow?
Form:
You are as old as time it
self,though beauty
defines you,through the
breathtaking scenes,you
insipired us,though we
harm you at times,we
do know your wrath, we
know we can count on
you,with your caring
arms you carry us,you
allow us to change you
but you will always be my
mother nature love XoXO
MAMA LOVE U
"I'm slow of tongue
"it always hits a hitch.
"When I try a song
"it ends in a ditch!
"I'm slow of foot
I've a frail pace
"My speed has no root
"I falter in the race!
"The same with school
"I can hardly score
"I'll remain a fool
"with naught in store!"
Rue of the current clime
Is as old as time...
Work hard more an' more
You'll hit your score!
When desire awakes..
The lingering ghost of years lost
Eyes hold each other up in prayer
Indeed,they pray in songs.
Wicked paths hands a'tracing
To a journey of no return
On bended knees and sheer reverence
Stripped of all else,but a smile
Reasoning is lost in this primal tune
Two melomaniacs lay down and dance
The melody is old as time
The beat is their heartsong!
Do you ever wonder why when girls name themselves
They always choose the names of flowers it's because we were meant to be wild
We were meant to dance barefoot on hallowed ground
To long for the moon
We were born of stars, of the Earth
Oceans and Rivers
In our veins lies a magic as old as time itself
These bodies heavenly
The secret of life in our celestial spines
(STEEL) MAGNOLIA
Breathtaking,
Delicate beauty
Of Creamy Perfection
With Roots Running Deep
In Southern Soil,
A history almost
As old as time,
And endurance
As tough as
Steel;
She defies description
And explanation
But...
Beauty is its own excuse
2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from My Magnolia Memories and Musings -In Poems
#southern #southernpoems #steelmagnolia
ISLAND
This small island sits just offshore in warm shallow water.
Formed by age-old coral which is as old as time, a small oasis.
Many types of life flourish here from bright birds of paradise
to long deadly sea snakes. On this timeless place nature rules
her own little world where man never ventures
for a sea mist always hides this small place,
never seen twice, an optical illusion.
A tranquil, Autumn stroll
Parched Northern air
The day would soon unfold
The preceding day’s heir
A humble October chill
Tickles nature’s spine
A predictable daily twill
A tale as old as time
An array of colored trees
Umbrella the path beneath
Framing the dance of leaves
As Mother Nature breathes
Home, is soon in focus
As their walk comes to an end
They blow a gentle kiss
In hopes they meet again
I want you to be free,
as you need to be,
no labels, or restrictions,
describe you and me.
But when I look deeply in your eyes
Of incandecent blue,
or any part of my lips,
brush against any part of you,
hunger and desire as old as time,
flows thru my nerve endings and mind.
Compelling me to possess you completely,
clinging as tightly and
for as long as we possibly can,
going to a new place,
unknown to us.
starlit night
glow of the moon
october breezes spice the air
as the glow of the fire highlights your hair
spirits circle as embers glow
souls entwined in the nights embrace
my heart i trace on your cheek slow
the magic i feel, when i touch your face
spirits from the past
old as time and rust
we stare reunited
those spirits they are us....
across the oceans of time
between now and then
we meet in the middle
reunited again.....
Form:
Nay say I
the cart
will not
be put
before the horse
wisdom as old as time
I will therefore
not
tacitly
or
overtly
tip the nod
in “bro” fashion
in support
of your comments
about your wife’s cooking
not until
I have dined at her table
and tasted her cooking
which
I am sure
cannot be
as bad
as you say it is
I am absolutely positive
that a woman
with legs and a figure like hers
will cook like an angel.
This story is as old as time
But it feels new to me
A girl to whom I'd give the world
But it will never be.
Why is it that I have no say
In what my heart desires
My sadomasochistic mind
Which starts internal fires.
My subconscious is mocking me
And laughing at my sorrow
It ceases for the shortest time
Just to return tomorrow.
I try to shake this futile dream
But I can't help this feeling
Inside my heart
Which part, by part
She's unconsciously stealing.
HUNGER
I have no boundaries…
I have an unusual equanimity;
The equality I possess is extraordinary.
The world over, I have no chosen pity;
Like death, I practice an unusual democracy.
Matters not to me who and where you may be;
I’m there in every city, state, or distant country.
There will always be a place for the likes of me;
I’ve survived in the best and poorest family.
I’m as old as time—still here ticking too;
Hey, get to do what you need to do.