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Saint She Is Not

She thinks she’s a Saint for Being Perfect,
I think she is Hell,
She has the devil within,
Inside and Out,
Hail to the Saint,
That looks to imperfection,
In a Good Way,
That in itself should tell you why I say,
Perfect is the Devil, She Should Have Thought,
A Saint Does Not Look Within and Then Out and Then to Others In a Bad Way.
Come what may in a Forced Way, your eyes see and your mind thinks of privileged ways.
What is good has several meanings as well as bad, not to get one but all.

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020



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My Light, My Love, My Life

My Light, My Love, My Life…

My Light.. 
                             Your eyes gleam in the light 
            with your loving gentle smile drawing you towards me,
                              with your passionate gaze, 
                                 you light up my life, 
                                with your eyes ablaze 
                              when you look into mine.

My Love…
The way you speak humorously, lovingly, and your casual touch, 
your eyes and your smile, speaking to me.

Your muscular body lovingly touching mine, swimming, soft water, waterfalls racing over me.  My feet in cool puddles.
Your wit and charm embrace me, standing there why I want you more!!!
Tropical islands dance through me with a cool ocean breeze.

My Life…
Is eternally yours, why the days, weeks, and years I will spend with you.
The child of ours I see before me, swirling dances, of anniversaries to come.
With sexual desire from sunset moonlit skies to love in the morning sunrise.
For your love ever more, I will tell you in about 75 years more…

Romantic Love Poem:  By Stephanie J. Cole

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2019

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Heavens Hand

My soul is on fire,
and my heart is beating,
tearing at every end,
My mind wanting to explode,
That feeling that won't go away,
I want out of this concubine of life,
and into the desire of freedoms wake,
I see an angel that comes to my aid,
He puts his hand over my eyes and takes my hand,
Suddenly I am there open and free,
I am starting to calm as I walk,
With the earth beneath my feet,
My soul and heart beating and breathing as one.
My fire has turned into a cool breeze and my heart is calm,
Heaven engulfs me into life again and sets me free.

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020

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Chowder Horn For My Dad

Our roots run deep into the Philadelphia bells of acoustical waves of your musical melodies, sound in my distant ear, the sailors storm on the wooden ferry I ride, into the depths, of a swamps crossing, saved by the mind, we traveled together with a song in a line, oceans wake we travel across to a hay ride wedding and chowder horns of blessings we dine.
    
Rings true to the bells of a flashing red nose of St. Nicholas flight we sit and fight occupied by the Christmas Night.  Songs we would sing from an Old English Story carried on by our families from generations ago.  A musical history of wooden winds along with an Indian Pipe we remember from back then, the long journey of the stalagmites of millions of years you shown to me.  Nature we live to see, what's right in front of me, horses we gallop to the lake filled with trout, and into the rivers of the Chattanooga with a stripped root beer of truth in its colors are bound into a saltwater taffy candy entwined.  

Built from the foundation, a brick and a pebble, we rise through the years of lessons we learned, the barrel of two guns and logs of fire on a cold night.
A loss so great grief long and hard two people so young and so soon they were gone.  Torn apart into a new life and it begins with the truth that lies beneath.  From the strength above we pulled through.  

Snowy rooftops and a seasons leaf, roaring rapids and a bridge line of cobble, a Water Wheel and Indian Tales in a Grey Stone Prayer of a white candle lit.  We move along through it all filled with adventure and love carrying the music within to find ourselves back to the oceans again deep in our hearts.  The Tropics we know.  

Constructing the intelligence broad waters rise and a house from the 20's you kept alive, hard as it was a paradise you built, home you always were where ever you went.  

My heart sank when the news came, I never have thought of a day without you.  Brave I was with all that you survived, I made it through, darkness came and they attacked with secrets people never knew, I almost died, but came through because of you.

As years went by then at last comes a son I thought who lives in the memory of you.  Lessons we learned will carry on to him too.  Bless our lives with many more of you.  As I sit here today missing you, all I can do is carry on...and hope to make you proud as I am of you.

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020

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An Old English Settlement

In the historic district of an Old English Settlement, I came to a house with a porch lined with hundreds of ferns covering it.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I'm a historian and knew immediately what I had stumbled upon.  As I walked carefully up the old wooden steps and under the roof hanging above me, I came to the door with a carved stone rosette that encased the 8 ft. double doors before me.  

I did not know if I would be able to open it, so I gently tugged on it, it came open and to my surprise was an old grand staircase that a royal English family that must have once lived here.  As I stood in the lobby of this grand staircase there was a window over looking a garden filled with rose bushes everywhere, what a sight!  

The house must be from the 1400's, this decaying structure still had a lot of life to it, under the dust and dirt, I wonder who must have lived here and so with curiosity I moved up the elegant staircase, and up at the top to my left I noticed a door along the hallway and it was almost as if you could hear the whispers of the past and the life that once had lived there, in their beautiful gowns and men in their suits and top hats, where a once beautiful home was full of life and color.  

Behind the door when I opened it there sat a desk with a bunch of old papers and a letter in the drawer.  I started to read them and it was the lady of the house with her name on it Lady Stratford.  

I brushed off the front of it covered in dust, it there had been the a deed to the house.  I cheered at the thought finding it.  That meant I could claim it and bring the Old English Home back to its original beauty.

There I sat in the garden after two years of renovations completed, sitting there on the garden bench watching my young daughter and son playing joyfully running around with my husband sitting there by my side, he gently kissed me on the cheek and said great job.

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020



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Sunset of the Wild Horse

As the Sunset Rises I hear the stampede of Wild Horses Go Through The 

Meadows, Their Shadows Moving Towards The East, Suddenly they Stop with 

The Moon Rising and Stars Still Light begins to Light the Dark Sky Into a Stance 

at the Watering Hole for A Drink and Night Slumber, Dreamy Nights until The 

Sunrise to Begin Again.

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020

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Arabian Knight

Arabian Knight

Saturday, February 29, 2020
6:46 PM

His eyes glow and words surround me,
His white horse gallant and strong,
He rides with honor and speaks in truth,
He knows what goes on around him and surrounds himself with love,
His bride to be is both poor and humble,
He loves her with all of his breath and feels her with all of his strength,
With her he feels his noble cause and what he safely guards everyday,
With her he will glide through the sands and hike through the hills,
With one word and look she knows he is a honorable man,
For he I will marry, he is my Arabian Knight.

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020

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Is It All That I Am But a Kiss

Is it all that I am but a kiss,

What is Love, You should not ask.

It is something that becomes.  

It is not something else from someone else.  It is not a word from another.

But a day with each other and the enjoyment that surrounds us.

A musical dance, a comfortable ease, a present mind, kind words and 

conversations that flow effortlessly, a kind act to another, strength within and 

out, communication in understanding and interacting without fault.

It is not conscious but with thought.  As we move together.  

       Then, suddenly a storm moves in.  As lightning strikes with the sound of thunders rage.  

A tormented pull, in the winds from east and west, shall this end, with love this 

rememberence I send.  Yes it must.

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020

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Exams the Dental Assistant Stress Test

It was the exam of all exams to test the mind....The Soul....Phyiscal agility...Years of Coordination, and Comprehension Skills....  I went for a walk and the pool had a leak I happen to go ito the store and found a New Hubba Bubba Brand..... I looked at it before I chewed and saw that it had a new sugar wax on the side ... I looked at my pool and thought to myself with a pool full of water and 2 ft deep....  What do I do but make an imprint too...  It was a centimeter round and had to go just right...  I aimed correctly with everything I could see in sight....  Hand in the air and visualizing my aim....  I thought of a cue ball and racked balls ...  It only took a few seconds .... if that at all ....  I made it perfect right in the hole ...  Took my index finger and smoothed the surface....  With a perfect seal I complimented myself was this this the final exam???  An Eight Ball in the Side pocket and now I am an ace...

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2021

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Rapid Heart

Rapid Heart

My heart is rapid,
My thoughts are swift,
My heart is a rhapsody of song that is as wild as our love,
My heart beats with yours,
My rapid heart is our life and without it I would not be,
My rapid heart is with you always until the end.

Copyright © Stephanie Cole | Year Posted 2020

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