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Aheri Rose Poem
I ask this of you
Never to trifle with my affections
My precious little heart can't hold it
For a caprice it's not built
It's banks are full to the brim
and the walls are but weak
Please do not break my little heart
There's not even one unscrupulous bone in me
If you do not fancy me, let me be gone
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Aheri Rose Poem
I set out to create a rhyme
but the sounds won't come together
A haiku it was now going to be
but the words became too many
I decided a sonnet will do fine
just then the words disappeared
only ten lines shy of four
I couldn't gather enough Ps
to make a tautogram
and the alteration was already lost
An elegy would have been too sad
This was going to be epic!
In the end I created a beautiful mess with words
Perfectly imperfect
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Aheri Rose Poem
Please tell me once again
With your breath caressing my ear
Whisper all these sweet nothings to me
For I'll never tire of your voice
I'll never find you insufferable
Start all over again and tell me for eternity
Come here, closer, feel the warmth of my breath
It's me softly telling you, 'You Are My Heart'
With each inhalation your aroma captives me
Listen closely to my words, 'You Are Mine'
Flows so gently off my tongue
My warm breath tickling your ear
I'm all yours love, my existence you've invaded
Pick me up like a delicate rose into your arms
And tell me of all the ways you'd ravish me
With your divinely skilled hands tell me
Tell me the ancient tales of a love so impure
I surrender to you, set me a blaze and consume me
I will hold my delicate rose closely, tenderly
My heated fingers following forbidden curves
Giving loving attention to each pedal
Removing your thorns with heated adoration
To be planted within your gardens soil
And spin you tales of my ancient love
Tell me how you love to play your way around
Pulling on my every string softly and tenderly
Relieve me of this tension creeping up on me
Play me like a fine tuned guitar lulling me to ecstasy
Come with me love and let's crescendo together
Let's break the ceilings of Heaven and soar
You're the instrument my hands love to stroke
The cords my fingers get entangled with
I will bury my lyrics within your melody
Stirring a sweet refrain of musical bliss
Bringing the music to an inevitable climax
Shattering the Heavens glass ceiling
(A collaboration with my dear friend ©Patrick McDonagh)
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Left to their own improvisation
They swirl around each other
In search of the perfect melody
One they'll be in sync with every sway
A rhythm so smooth and soothing
Love the main instrument of their music
A finely tuned sax creating luscious sensations,
Echoing in every fiber of their musical being
Occasionally trading-off, to listen to each other's beats
Quietly going on wild adventures of call and response
Albeit, they always find their way back to the melody
Affectionately falling into a silent contrapuntal rhythm
The jazzy hearts dance to the music of love.
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Aheri Rose Poem
I'm lost
too weak to surf
my sad board in two halves
the waves tossing me like a leaf
at sea
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Aheri Rose Poem
I met Kindness;
I guessed he was in his early thirties
Rode the bus like me and sat next to me
He liked my hair, thought it was neatly done
I sat there waiting for the catch, none came
In the evening I met Kindness again
This time she wore a pretty dress
She came to me in the street with a smile on
Said she thought I was pretty, I blushed
I never knew kindness could be a stranger
Yet it feels so familiar and genuine
If only we let ourselves put it on like an outfit
And let it spread all over like wildfire
The world would be a better place
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Two souls, one song
Conquering their own demons
By self acceptance and love
With no boundaries
Two hearts, one beat
Sharing each other's battles
With faith as their weapon
And unconditional love the prize
Crying on each other's shoulder
As they watch the tears wash away
The pains and fears of yesterday
And each knows they're home
Deep within each other's eyes
They see a beautiful future unfold
Soft comfort replacing anxiety
Suffering quashed by their love
Deep down they're confident
That if the sun doesn't shine for days
And the dark clouds don't clear
The light within will illuminate bright
Two become one in harmony
Stripped bear of all guilt and shame
Standing unguarded, emotionally naked
With purity and trust their clothing
(A collaboration with ©Patrick McDonagh)
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Aheri Rose Poem
As a writer
You can be anything your heart desires
take any shape size or form
as you please
Infinite possibilities of all you can be and do
With paint and a brush you can be Picasso
you can be Shakespeare if you wanted
even host a Coltrane concert if so wished
You can morph into
a cute little butterfly
a magical sea witch
a giant whale in the Atlantic
You can tour the universe and time travel
while sitting behind a desk looking out your tiny window
back in time as you survey the future and build castles
You can eat anything in this worldeven that which has not yet made it to Joël Robuchon's menu
You can travel as far as your imagination can take you
You'd be in Paris enjoying a croissant and a Café au lait
from your backyard
Or basking on the sandy beaches in Malibu
from the little concrete city you live in
You can experience
winter spring summer autumn all seasons
from a small tropical village on the East of Africa
You can be an angel, a demon, a zombie, a poltergeist
just choose your calling
You can walk into the world's greatest ballrooms
waltz and dine
with the grande dames of our time
and banter with charming princes kissing knights and curtseying to queens
As a writer you can be
anything
anywhere
anytime
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Aheri Rose Poem
Weeds~ what a nightmare!
the pesky, bristly mean seeds;
prickly spikelets
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Aheri Rose Poem
Under the moonlit sky
The ripe rose stands majestically
deep down she understands
that time is upon her once again
As the folklore goes
with the dark moon
she sheds her deep red petals
one by one they all fall
left bare she stoops
hiding the welling tears
of losing her precious children
once again
holding onto hope
of having them back soon
When the full moon reappears
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