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Rj Derby Poem
Evening spreads its wings across setting sun’s delight,
we walk through spirit lands of love,
hand in hand through many passing glows of the sky
where I see the man with the marching band
come dancing your way in visions of an eternity in passion
held close to your heart of solid gold
while I call your name through thumping tremors of my soul.
Laughter chills even the strongest of hearts
where we stay unafraid of the falling rose petals
laying soft touches upon your form that I may touch
in the season of your birth,
when the days of spring join us in the warmth of October,
that I may again feel a smile spreading like wings
across the desert skies of my life.
In the room beyond the rainbow of dreams
I watch the days come and go while muttering in the gutter
to the street lamp who stands in silence
without a tedious spoken word, glittering its glow down on me.
Smile. Be well dear friend of words that cause my heart
to fall from the bridge of romantic lust
that hides true form of love from soiled eyes.
What did you say? You know not what I mean
when I scribble my haunted words upon the page.
And you call yourself a poet,
must be one of those wannabe’s I see looking up from gutters
at a street lamp giving not even the slightest tedious spoken word of argument.
Take mind they don’t throw you a fifty cent piece
while giggling to yourself there,
be sure the dog of remorse don’t lick its tongue
into the corners of your mouth.
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Rj Derby Poem
Here you shall see me
when I shall see you
lined against the horizon of distant beauty
shading my eyes from such radiance.
Here I shall fold into you,
cast my soul upon your beauty,
allow you to carry me off.
Hello. How again I hear such sensual whispers
beating with the melody of time. Hello.
Take my heart to the stars,
bless my eyes with your soft form
laying gently in my arms. Hello. Whisper.
(bisbiglio)
Fall gently upon this bed of roses
I carry you to with a dozen reasons
why we cross paths on occasion,
fall into my soul as I have fallen into your sunlit spirit.
Kiss the heated lips of the one
who will die so you may live
where I shall see you
when you shall see the winged infant amoretti
as my symbol of love.
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Rj Derby Poem
Don’t speak to me of such things
while we stand together on the edge
looking down at broken hearts
and spades as black as my heart
during days of the past when I knew
or felt I could know what loneliness really is.
Don’t speak of the past
we haven’t shared together,
cast no guilt upon yourself,
for I myself am not innocent of guilt.
We shared our bodies with others,
kissed lips that belonged not to us,
and now the seeds of those wasted days
lie in the ruins of torment,
best to remain forgotten
as we walk the path of our new life
here where you may listen
as I gaze into your soul catching eyes
where I find myself staring for hours -
just poke air holes so I may breathe
and I shall serve you to the end.
Here, listen as we dance the stars to sleep
with the movements of our moist bodies
pressing together beneath silky sheets
where you can hear me,
where we can pretend
to leave and meet again
only when our hearts collide.
Here. Listen. I’m not much a poet
but your lover and
I shall forget the silence of remorse
that beats the drum in the dark patch
just beyond the light of hope,
for romance again dances in my heart
while I stare into those soul-catching eyes
shining like stars on a crystal night.
All kisses now tenderly play upon my heart
while I see such sweet smiles
and hear passionate whispers,
soft gentle sighs lying in harmony beside me
where no longer will that remorseful clown
at midnight feed me bitter dreams,
for the dark angel has fallen
and you have risen again.
So kiss me before this light fails,
so I may once more raise my heart
from the earth and embrace you
while we stand here within our eternal love,
innocent of guilt.
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Rj Derby Poem
Yes indeed I do believe there will be a time
when I shall again know the sound
of a beating heart sleeping beside me.
Till then I should live the endless nights
of recreating the sounds with my fingertips.
Thump-thump-thumpity-thump.
Dream of only you, the want, the need of your beating heart
so I may rest my head, lay softly upon your sweet breast,
kiss your breath in the lovers sun setting passionate dream.
Do I dare still dream or yearn for such a treat
that makes the spreading of wild flowers in spring
(the season of your birth)
seem less than a miracle?
Do I dare disturb the course of the universe,
the faith of the spirits,
the paths my life has been handed unwillingly?
Do I dare for the minute?
Yes indeed I do presume,
to be so bold, to believe.
I have known eyes such as yours
staring out from the deep cracks of shadowed walls,
I have known a tongue as spiteful as yours,
but never as cold or dead locked in the reality of what is a true write.
Laugh at yourself do you?
The doubt is reassurance enough for me.
It is eyes and tongue’s such as yours
that cause people to jump from the bridge on a cold night.
Be sure that tongue of yours don’t end up spitting out the butt-ends of rancid lies,
that’s when the crack and drink take over innocent lives,
that’s when a bridge on a cold night
seems like your only friend.
Shall I part with the memories once and for all,
leave behind the deceased ramblings of the past,
or should it be that I walk with you through valley’s of golden sun
for the remaining days my eyes look upon this earth?
We have lingered together far too long,
now I fear the voices within will wake me from this love song
and I shall drown.
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