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Ts Poetry Poem
In depths of mind we despair
chilled within the barren dark
we look hard, inside out
for answers to unknown questions
but none are really there
it's us that makes it disappear
no wrongs that can be right
alone we're left to fight
thru it all, until we see
some sort of light
I believe in heart,
in strength, in fellow man
that there is more good than bad
but only notice when we feel sad
for us, for others, we love
and love we do
not passion,.not heat
but a true held empathy
where hands reach out to meet
to greet, one another
from that fall, the falters
those endless feelings
that won't wither when the winds change
I reach out, others they reach too
for there is love
and there is heart
waiting to share
to care, to warm the chill
and guide us
from life's ill
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In wonderment I walk with the day
billows blowing
noticing not,
a beginning nor an end
lost in the mist of the rain
I pause at the crosswalks
filled with children
on their way
not knowing
life from a game
smiles yield,
flowery umbrellas holding
the rain
and a world at bay
glistened eyes overcome
and I see their mothers
dreams, heartfelt nights
tireless songs of glee
intrepidity
the will amid the worry
cars turning left
moving right
no wrong in sight
the beginning to an end
they're at their end
I see youth in their eyes
glazing over moments
years/tears
it's not the end
I greet them
noticing
all that beauty
bellowing
silently from within
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I closed my eyes to the pain
and all I saw was beauty
your beauty
caressing the blues away
I gathered ice for the swelling
but certain swelling
I didn't want to go away
there were pills
penetrating from your pupils
staring directly into my sky
now a blushing hue
of scarlet
traipsing the plateaus
of your soul
it was more than mere love
or admiration
intimacy held the door
as other gentlemen sauntered away
I stayed, piercing my friendship
to your bosoms
suckling the nipple
of your beatitudes
laying down in the wisdom
written upon your skin
it was no sin to love you
and it never will
I will bide my time
just on the other side of the darkness
and in the morning
I'll be waking
in the sparkling aura
that is you
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Long before the whispers
fell down
upon your solemn shoulders
as with new day dew's droplets
dangling so delicate, so free
I heard all about you
what was resting within
your beauty, your vision's quest
speaking thru shimmering light
placed so magnanimously
right in front of me
slight touch, curls to the sight
enfurled in more than mystery
an elegant flow
blinking under seas of blue and green
filling deep into a guise
somewhat larger than you, than me
before there were tumbles and spills
where fingers adjusted heights
where hopes hinged then swung open
passions, that melted upon minds,
sated lips and springtime wishes
there were romantic vignettes
ready to be written, to be read
marked down in time, for futures
not to look past, moments holding hope
where hearts connected
and feeling felt would forever last
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It's just not the same
darkness swirls
but there's no light
no will left to fight
I miss you
and your semblance of right
So, I send my love out in the breeze
take it, take me, if you please
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There is no waiting in the silence
raining down
on a sun drenched afternoon
gorged and greeted
fire
burning bright
mint leaf scents
turquoise fields of play
acquiescence moments
left here to stay
smoke rises
fills the earth with warmth
her essence
a flower
the scent of apple
rich and ripe
imagined
heartfelt bites
gently pierce the skin
on the edge winsome
it's her
savoured
once again
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Standing tall
here I am
attune to the future
but grounded in the past
sturdy and strong
a constant all along
I hear that lovely song
the seasons have come one by one
blustery and boisterous
bellowing amid clouds of grey
and with the years
most now drift away
left alone to till, to toll, to toil
this soul's tested and soiled
rooted in goodness and grace
just waiting
for you and that happy face
leaves blow about in the wind
I breathe and take it all in
the beauty and what's about to begin
your back rests upon me
looking out trying to find
what's really growing within
a plume of a passionate mind
a trusting of kind tattooed
etched in the shape of a heart
unearthed with endless rings of meaning
holding on to a hope
that love was once
and will always be true
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...the birds having nothing on you
each tasty morsel drips
deflowering of night
and day
where sun has chose to stay
close
your lips to mine
piercing the aire
beheld in Pierian time
kindled and caressed in kiss
late night hours waved
as arousals arrive
and reside
touches pulsed by rhyme
symphonically conduced
more than mere interludes
that never conclude
stillness our tune
ignition the flame
morning whispers
silent into eyes of Jade
hesitating, she breathes once more
meandering Elysian fields of gold
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M,
Fresh orange marmalade lifts the dark
naked in a mid-dream sky
red streaks rush across horizons
special moments won't slip on by
the silk thru your hair seduces
in love notes filling up your ear
romancing a river of blessings
trouble kisses off back the rear
pearls adorn the neck of passion
a taste so soft and sweet
savoured and salted with desire
in dimensions entangled we meet
love sits silent at the table
unclothed and wanting more
our hunger is not mistaken
as blood spills upon the floor
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Modesty,
In the valley of life I S.O.A.K
mirrored
in your reflection of feel
resistance rests in the wilderness
but I will not buy her tricks
I am not long for this world
neither am I short
as the mouths of babes call for their supper
I hold the pillars of the earth in each hand
one black, one white
I don't believe in paprika
overkill for one who has no taste
I live for the salt
and lick those painful wounds
I've been peppered by prejudice
and prefer a silence not yet heard
but in it there is a song
no birds can sing it
only a stranger in the ocean's call
she is not a siren or filled with deep red hair
she's smooth and soft as whispers
with a soul that can't compare
I will not lose her to the wind
nor the fire nor despair
I'll reach out to her dainty
and caress what she does fear
It's me who wounds the wonders
as mother cries at night
there's no living in the darkness
when happiness shines her light
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