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Your Heart In Mine

Your Heart In Mine (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson

your heart in mine
held here within this burned out husk
has brightened all the distant places
filled up all the empty spaces 
with the essence of your soul divine
 
so I proceed with utmost trust
reclaiming feelings from the rust
as we progress through lives love - dust to dust

your heart in mine

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White Hole

White Hole (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson

You are the massive white hole at the center of my soul,
ever giving, never exhausted,
fulfilling all the needs I never even knew I had,
just as I reflect back the things that you desire or need.

When you speak my name love, somehow I always know.

My love for you? Expanding like our private universe; 
we swallow and consume all errant starstuff within reach,
converting mass to energy (E=MC squared) 
from which then are created endless swirling galaxies,
that in turn reflect back to the cosmos 
the glorious beauty of our sacred souls.

No mere black hole could ever stand a chance.

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Finally Tomorrow

Finally Tomorrow (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson

it's finally the morrow 
that I feared would never come

but here it is and that is why
my heartstrings softly hum 

from all the love you've given me
that greedily I take

to you I promise with this vow
Your heart I'll never break

for I can never get enough
of feelings soft, yet tough enough
to wrap me up within a warm cocoon

you are a being wrapped in light
you truly are my heart's delight
reflections of a sacred Flower Moon

I am yours as you are mine
this love we share is quite divine
I pray that we might be together soon

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Villanelle of a Metal Queen

Villanelle of a Metal Queen (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson

I just don't know where else to start
to tell you of this love of mine
she is the beating of my heart

these feelings that I must decline
I just don't know where else to start

the memories both sweet and tart
hold feelings that I would enshrine	
she is the beating of my heart

I wonder can I play that part	
to make these treasures glow and shine
I just don't know where else to start

so soon again she must depart	
to let her skills and soul entwine
She is the beating of my heart

She is a rockstar, and a large part
of the sound she helped refine
I just don't know where else to start	
She is the beating of my heart

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Volcano Run part 2 - The Ride Home

At crack of dawn we headed out
before a cock or rooster crowed
and soon we found our asphalt path;
at home again, upon the road.

That 'greasy spoon' was our last stop,
Where we each tended to our ride;
we filled the tires and topped the gas
before we found our way inside.

Once we were seated I looked up
to see the morning TV news;
The screen declared the time and date;
showed several bustling TV crews.

'St. Helens Explodes!' the headline read,
'Spewing ash and rock and gasses, 
leveling surrounding forests 
clogging rivers, vales and passes'

The date: May 18th, 1980 
The time: 8:45 AM 
the cameras showed masses of people, 
darkened clouds engulfing them.

Behind them a vast, towering cloud
of ash and dust in blackened skies,
with traffic wrecks and crowds of people 
looking up with fearful eyes. 

Then You and I, we made our way
out to the parking lot in back,
and looking east we plainly saw
the skis were turning fully black.

Soon some others of our club
came out to gaze in disbelief
upon the place we had just come from
sighing now, with some relief.

Until we finally realized 
that we should move away from here,
to park the bikes in our garage
And stay inside until it's clear.

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Volcano Run part 1 - The Ride to the Mountain

We ventured out one summer morn
to meet up with the rising sun,
the trip began at Castle Rock;
we joined the others for the run.

Inside a truck stop restaurant
the club debated where to go,
some wanted south to warmer lands,
the others north to find some snow.

We decided north and south were out;
most choices were too far to roam.
We voted to go east instead,
all wanting to stick close to home.

Mount Saint Helens made our list
and looming Mount Rainier did too,
we flipped a coin; let fate decide
which roads we would be riding through.

I picked that coin out of the air
and slammed it down just like a boss.
I raised my hand and all could see 
that Mount Saint Helens won the toss.

We topped our tanks and checked the tires,
then lined the bikes up in a row.
One final check determined that 
this biker run was set to go.

The Pres pulled out and took the lead
His panhead chopper screaming loud
The rest of us filled in the line,
the one percent, the few, the proud.

With colors flapping in the breeze
and engines gleaming chrome and steel,
the club was on the road again,
expressing all these things we feel.

The knucklehead was running smooth;
with you snug up against my back,
we made the perfect picture love,
you clothed in white and me in black.

We wove around for miles and miles,
until we claimed the mountain crest,
then, near the famous lava tubes,
we finally stopped to get some rest.

We pitched our tents and made some food
then we decided to explore
the holes that held the lava tubes,
the sulfur springs and so much more.

When we were done it was full dark
the only light a crescent moon
so we returned to find our tents;
the morning light would find us soon.

We washed ourselves and changed our clothes,
then settled in to spend the night.
Near dawn we woke and 'saddled up' 
prepared to ride before first light.

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The Pet I Never Had

by Russ Dodson (c) 1968. 2025

I've never had a unicorn
because I couldn't catch one
and I know no virgin maid
whom I could send to fetch one

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Fire and Shadow of the Eternal Flame

Fire and Shadow of the Eternal Flame
(c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair

You make longing feel like poems 
all soaked in sweat and truth
they flow out unashamedly
sometimes unkempt, uncouth
and as they flow somehow they show
the yearnings of our youth

I come to you as fire and shadow
filling you with pleasured pain
pulsing you to overflowing
striving to relieve the strain
dissolving all that is not us
'til only we remain

we peer behind us, blissfully
into that other worldly place
we feel the beat of our contentment
see the thing that knows our face
our questions answered by reply
'this flame may dim but never die'

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If Vulcan Wakes

If Vulcan Wakes (c) 2025 by The Entangled Pair

If Vulcan fully wakes again and shakes his fiery dreads
unleashing hell in all it's fury on our fearful heads
I tell you once again my friends in words of common rhyme
we perish not in watery graves but in the fires this time

can't see the forest for the trees
can't see the flame for all the fires
can't see the streamlets for the flood
can't see the needs behind desires

if I'm the fire love, you're the spark
that sets my very soul aflame
and when I dance, I dance for you
the one who knows my sacred name

as I dance naked for you now
I feel no fear, no hint of shame
just the love and joy and rapture
that my heart cannot restrain
and so I dance for you my lover
comfortably in pain

now let us burn again my love, not in fear but passion, 
let the fires now forge us stronger in their  molten fashion.
if this world must end in ash, in cinders or in glowing coals 
then let us kiss at end of time while wading through the shoals

and as we kiss our eyes must close as we are inward gazing
because if we must fall my love, we fall together, blazing

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Pau - Old School Cool

Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair

She's hot, yes, but she's also cool
she is a gem, she is a jewel
I think she's great (and I'm no fool)
she beats those drums like she's old school

she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny
she hits them like they owe her money
and one thing more I'll tell you honey
she's on that kit whether cloudy or sunny

She's been that way right from the start
plays from the the soul, plays from the heart
she always does more than her part
it's not just passion, it's her art

looking back I am that fool
dug in like a Missouri mule
and if this doesn't break some rule
she's not just cool - she's old school cool

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