“We’re thousand miles apart
May be more
But I still feel your heart
Sitting beside a seashore,
You know I hate you for breaking the promise
To be with me forever
But I can forgive you because of the moments
We spent together,
Yes I know I promised to follow your soul
From this world to very end
But there’s a writing of our fate
I still couldn’t amend,
Whished you were here
Sitting beside me
But a world without you
is all I could see,
Now I’m here sitting beside your grave
With all my strength pretending to be brave,
My heart is mourning but the water
Is scared to fall from my eye
Because of the promise I made
That I will not cry,
We’re thousand miles apart
May be more
But I still feel your heart
Cause’ there’s nothing left to fell
Anymore…”
------WHITE HUNTER
sun drench in white lace
for a moment a daze face
zephyr promenade
the wind decided to play on its way
found its voice releasing its hold to say
whished a while round the ground there
disturbing the old mole's lair
old mole scowl round and round kicking the clay
a friendly tailwind and a deep breath out, the ground was a blur throughout
1/20/2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
This night the moon cast a light
for just a moment, a trust, a lust,
a gaze at the lingering lazy crowded stars.
The wind decided to play, upon its way
found its voice releasing its hold
whished a while around the ground
disturbing the old mole's layer of mold.
A roar tore through the silent moor
proposing passion through the naked, shaking trees;
never being meek, it took their boughs and danced a while.
Their get-together are always fun.
The wind promenaded into the park of yellow
blew words arousing the blue birds caressing their nesting fellows.
Lightning flashing, lighting, casting glamour over shadows,
zigzagging playfully around the meadow.
Rain of course forced a breath in and a breath out.
The ground was a blur throughout.
Gentle whispering disappears gulping in the air.
The owl gave a howling screech turning its head with a smite scowl
with that the wind decided to call it a night.
3/25/2018
Nature Wonders
The morning
It was a blue
Wild animals
Whished
They had coats
Like the humans
The sun thawed
Raindrop big as balloons
Exploded on
Impact
Many cars
Were damaged
Rainfall
From a clear
Sky
The sun
Dried its own tears
Dogs barked
Came out of barns
The day
Continued as before
Written by: Justin Neal Sutterfield
October 17, 2004
My love for you is like a fire
A heart full of never ending desire
Just the thought of you sends my pulse racing
I can’t believe all the time I spent wasting
There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you
If I could get you to feel the way I do
I have done all I can
With each passing day
I feel your love slipping away
Tell me the words I need to say
How can I make your love stay?
As I set here trying to conquer my fears
Holding back a endless trail of tears
Praying that this feeling is wrong
My life has been filled with tragic love songs
But the words still ring clear in my head
“We should just cut our losses”
After hearing that I whished I was dead
So now I set back and wonder
Did you really love me away?
Or is this just another foolish spell I’m under
Without you I couldn’t face another day
But I can’t make our love stay anyway
I’m tired of the fighting
It’s a never ending battle
My strength is gone
And I’ve reached the end of my song
So far I've gone,
too far I've been,
to see you as you were.
A lonely heart,
a loving care.
So many places I have seen,
and suddenly apart.
Again you're close
and in my dreams,
whished we would never part.
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