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Dan Cassidy Poem
Wet Dreams
WITH HER DOWN CAST EYES, MY SWEET ANGEL LISTENS TO MY PRAYERS
SHE LOOKS PREDISPOSED TO TRANQUILIZE ALL MY CARES
AS I FALL TO SLEEP OVER MY MIND SWEET FASCINATION REIGNS
TO MAKE ME THINK SWEET PARADISE I HAD GAINED
SHE ENTERS MY DREAMS LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
I BASK IN HER LOVE WITH EXQUISTE DELIGHT
HER EYES ARE THE STARS, LIKE SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN THE NIGHT
HER SOFT KISSES ARE TENDER, AND DRAIN ME OF ALL MY MIGHT
SHE HAS STOLEN MY SOUL, HER LOVE BURNS LIKE FIRE
INFLAMED IS MY HEART, MY PASSION FILLED DESIRE
I EMBRACE HER BEAUTEOUS SPIRIT; A THOUSAND TIMES I AM BLESSED
HER FAIR STATUESQUE BODY I CARINGLY CARESS
MY ANGEL A TOP OF ME - I CANNOT DENY HER
AS SHE TAKES ME TO HEAVEN- WE SOAR FOREVER HIGHER
WE FEEL THE THUNDER- AS OUR BODIES PEAK
A FEELING SO WANTED, - A NEEDED RELEASE
AN EXPLOSION OF EMOTION,
AND THEN SATISFYING PEACE.
I AWAKE THE NEXT MORN - MY SHEETS SOAKING WET
I REMEMBER MY DREAM,- HOW COULD I EVER FORGET
I PANICK WHEN I SEE - SOME UNMENTIONABLE STAINS
A PRACTICE I KNOW MY PARENTS WOULD PREFER I REFRAIN.
FOR ASSUREDLY I TELL YOU, REMEMBERING THIS YOUNG BOYS BLISS
THAT HUNGRYLY I WAIT FOR MY NEXT ANGEL’S KISS.
Copyright © Dan Cassidy | Year Posted 2013
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To my brave Sister who faced death and to my 2 Nieces;
Once more permit me Sis- for this will not be my last I can’t resist commenting on- whatever may have passed.
But must relate on that- Which I am about to unfold The story of a Marine soldier I know, Fifty Two years old.
However high we aim in life,- Too often we fail to hit.
We find the fairy tales told to us as youths-Were often full of shit.
In your success, in what you have gained,- Is more than I care to admit.
My sins as your brother and that of your mother- I pray you will acquit.
However, in my latter days- I’ll now devote with care.
To tell the story of a Marine soldier I know- Trained to avoid the latent snare.
Had God decreed her birth - On the morning she was born
With blond hair, blue eyes and beauteous features- Only an angel could adorn.
Later in life, She became a wife- When his eyes beheld her charms.
His growing sweet passions desire- sparked off like wildfire in a three bell alarm.
Two angels of her own did through their love they had produce.
Determined to protect them from any and all the world's abuse.
As the years advanced, to her little girls she had taught
What suited best their age, to that she had then brought.
While my sister Marine and daughters were still in their youth
Went about all their daily duties and focused on religious truth
In holy motives she led them, now ten years have passed away
The Lord is our Father, He is the potter -and we are but the clay.
She told them of the Father's Paradise and Heaven above
About a perfect God-Man named Jesus and His sacrificial love.
She told them the Peace of Christ makes fresh her heart
A fountain ever springing, -singing a new creation, a new start.
Stay strong my sister, I love you!
Copyright © Dan Cassidy | Year Posted 2013
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Little Michael’s Birthday Poem:
Once more permit me Erica, for this I cannot resist,
On relating to matters of –“little Michael’s party list”.
Although you anguish and spend hours in your toil,
Whatever you chose for him, his party will not spoil.
However high we aim in life,- Too often we fail to hit,
If his party is not perfect,- I’m sure he will not throw a fit.
As you celebrate the life you brought- into this world on that special day,
Michael doesn’t care about Mickey Mouse, only that his mother is there to play
When God decreed his birth, you remembering back when he was born
To the Love and Joy you felt that moment, with the angel you now adorn
Find your success’s in Christ, in the sacrifices that you’ve already made,
In fulfilling our function and honor as parents, for this to God we Prayed.
My Sister Erica, with her son’s of man still in their innocent youth,
Be fixed on your duty and teach them well about the Bible’s truth.
In Holy matters lead them, to avoid the latent snare,
For Satan’s lie to Eve is more than the soul can bear.
For every thirsty longing Heart- His streams of living waters flow
He is the way, the truth, the life to banish all our mortal woe!
From God’s loving grace springs of scared pleasure rise to ease our every pain.
Tis His merciful voice that dismiss our fears and let us not thirst in vain.
His gracious call we must obey,
For His Heavenly Joys we cannot delay.
To our Lord and Father, who forgives us sinners,- let our Spirits fly
To take the bliss of being on the Lambs list,- and drink and never die.
I wish little Michael a Happy Birthday with lots of fun and many toys
This day is very special as it can turn grown men back into little boys.
Copyright © Dan Cassidy | Year Posted 2013
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