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Tamara Goode Poem
I love her joyful smile, her hair in
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little
girl.
What better gift for me in all the
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in
curls.
Brown stains caress her mouth in
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little
girl.
"I made a cake for you" she says,
the whirls
around the room before she strikes
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in
curls.
"A cake for me?" I ask the precious
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby
girl.
Hand in hand around the room we
twirl,
when we stop, I laugh and pull her
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little
girl.
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Tamara Goode Poem
If once you ever loved me, let me know.
For pipe dreams in the sky do fade away.
Before I leave your life, please tell me so.
Though past mistakes we made have brought us woe,
the hope that once we shared is here to stay.
If once you ever loved me, let me know.
Years on straddle fences take its toll.
Too deep for wounded hearts to ever say.
Before I leave your life, please tell me so.
I miss the crisp moonlight romantic stroll,
and stolen passion moments of the day.
If once you ever loved me, let me know.
Your eyes, your smile, your kiss that makes me glow.
Are now too high a price for me to pay
I hate to leave your life, I love you so.
I cry deep tears of sorrow as I go,
and pray that we find us again some day.
If once you ever loved me, let me know
before I leave your life, please tell me so.
Copyright ©2007 TEG
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Tamara Goode Poem
When she dreams of following streams,
of childlike castles in the sand,
with ancient pebbles in her hand,
seen through brown eyes that gleam.
As the tides leave tales untold,
she sits among the scattered shells.
The sea gulls sound like ocean bells.
With sand too soft for her to hold.
She molds the dough into an art,
and knows that it will fade away.
Like secret whispers in the dark,
yet still she builds it everyday.
With girlfriend longing in her heart,
for sandcastles that will stay.
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Tamara Goode Poem
A crescent moon above my bed,
tales of nova stars born within my head.
Purple laced clouds that tease with ease,
honeysuckle filled dreams on a summer breeze.
A sun that never slumbers nor sleep,
like the passion of our love that burns so deep.
My heart that swells with thoughts of you,
your lips that taste of honey dew,
black pearl diamonds that are you eyes,
twinkle at me, and I melt inside.
That touch you give, that smile that shines,
the dreams we share that are our spine.
Whispering willow trees and deep blue seas,
we are as natural in the visions I see...
we are as natural in the visions I see...
Oh, crescent moon above my bed!
(c) June 2012 TEG
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Tamara Goode Poem
I am a nomad of love…
Wandering through deserts of despair
Camping in oasis that fade away
Hunting on land full of swift souls
And still I forge on.
I am a warrior of love…
Planning the best defense to protect
My heart standing knee deep in false hope
Fighting for a prize I have yet to find
And still I solider on.
I am an artist of love…
Molding my burning desires into shapes
Writing a song that dares to be sung
Painting a picture only I can see
And still I dream on.
I am a believer of love…
Preaching on theories that have no validity
Teaching a vision of both folk and faith
Praying for something I know must be
And always I move on.
Onward to the final destination.
That I know, that I feel, that I need
called love.
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