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Heather Radford Poem
Back when the sweet summer aromas tease the nose
And soulful beach breezes blow
A civic hurricane of hate grows
With the moon hanging sickled
Over the Eucalyptus leaves
Two hearts die and one soul divides
As the Champion no longer breathes
The news comes and then arrives
On the wings of the morning dew
Winds strike with mortal force
Laid her to a half empty bed
Tears rolled fast
As the sparkling fireflies outside
Who fly so high to be in love
With the perfect light that
They exhaust themselves and die
With lashes wet and heavy
Swollen eyes, squinting in the sun
Falling down to sleep
She remembered, fire
Stolen breath woke her, surprised
When the full moon rose
Close to Gemini's mid-night
The Libra spirit awakens
Nocturnal thoughts in her mind
She, who harbors the darkest
Deeds in the nomadic minds
Of wandering widows left
By thoughtless hearts of dutiful dukes honoring cowardly Kings
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Trapped in silk as the Duke gets hazy
After the lazy westward slipping sun
With thoughts like secrets as she watches
Stars ignite over sandy mountain dunes
Oh, dishonored soul
Don't stop living
Now that love is a memory
And the past is desire
Remember fire, continue like a lioness
Stalking her sleeping prey
Oh that noble duke
Unaware of the danger of eternal darkness
That plunges from his own forgotten sword
Then the night, the stone, his chamber
His heart, her mind, even the clock falls quite silent,
Before breaking screams
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Alone, slowly traveling, gaze set just ahead
Back to the gypsy tents glowing red,
The duke was dead
Long after the nightly chill's showers
Yet preluding the sun's eastern wake
She wondered, the broken hearted lover, toward the future
What future?
Only now, she had avenged with fire
Justice for her soul's loss,
When Libra inspired
Copyright © Heather Radford | Year Posted 2005
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Heather Radford Poem
Young and sweet, her world was new
Unable to imagine, she had no clue
Of what it would feel like to surrender
She spread her legs nothing there to hinder
With one quick motion she was gone
No use in stopping she felt no wrong
He pumped her hard, and jerked around
Finished the deed, dressed, and bounced
The swan knew now better than ever
That this man had stolen from her a feather
One she knew would not grow back
It seemed lust had stabbed her in a brutal attack
Her heart sank low into her chest
She knew to him she was less than best
A first for her, surely not for him
After all the action was on a whim
Days came quick and months now passed
Her beautiful plume did not last
Suitors flew in and out of her bed
Innumerable partners, the number lost in her head
The feeling immense but her heart longed for love
Her innocence was lost like crops in a flood
Men came and went passed through her door
Word got around, she became a whore
Now she roams the streets
Her family and friends disowned her
For what took place between the sheets
And a silky cover
Copyright © Heather Radford | Year Posted 2005
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Heather Radford Poem
I feel shadowed by past personal failures
Those that eat away at hopes and dreams
Finding myself struggling in between
A bottomless pit and the next hand hole
Either I''ll sink out of view
Or climb up onto a new high
At fault for past actions
Living with a constant plague of what if''s
This or that
Surely would have brought forth
A more sane version of such an insane mind
Dwelling in a material creation of God
Good intentions slipped through my fingers
As I failed my maternal and paternal figures
In their eyes all hope was lost
Thus mine dwindles in and out of perception
Once dreams seemed close enough to touch
Almost able to become reality
As a failure now I notice
Less than few believe in me
Copyright © Heather Radford | Year Posted 2005
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