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Rosalie Risley Poem
I dream of a day
when there is total blending.
Like sombiant in host.
the self extension that is self.
Total penetration in each other.
The discussion of eyes,
the echo of embrace.
My time wants in your love,
like brook surrounds stone
like breeze shivers tree.
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I had her in my hand
but then she flew away.
All that I can tell you
is how she looked that day.
He hair was dark
like thunder clouds.
Her eyes
were blue as sky.
Her skin was
soft as powder
I lost my butterfly.
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My Mother had her first son
at age and time unknown,
and lost him two weeks later
to measles and a storm.
I know how dear the sons are
the ones you want so bad.
I had two of them
there's only one you have.
My mother had three daughters
then bore another son,
who grew up strong and healthy
and sang her all the songs,
of love and life and liberty
the tunes we love so much.
My brother is a jewel,
the glue of family touch.
So I will say to you
I love your only son
and promise I will cherish him
in God we will be one.
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What happened to the stories
of men that came to see her at night?
Some had wings
and even took flight
to her window.
Some were brave
and went off to fight.
Some had vision
and created sight
for their people.
There is always one
though that stands above.
Crimson red
a heart of love.
Often becomes
the woman's dove
after he's had his sorrow.
Bring the man
that travels in wind.
Fights the devil
free from sin.
Has such love
Intelligent too.
Can make the
Oneness
out of two.
Crusdader of a
giving land
Has such magic
in his hand
to take
but not destroy.
His life is to enjoy
After good deeds
After the good seeds
are planted.
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A Queen is not truly a Queen
with out a King beside her.
Could be man or spider.
So if he starts to weave a web
"Off with his head".
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As I stood in the doorway,
I thought my life a blissful grey.
All the feelings I possessed
dangling on display.
Gathered in one sentence
held tender in my hand.
I need a lover
a man.
Table was grey
waiter taking pay
Flowers were so pink
I could not think.
I just sood there
the music in my eyes,
No words to say
no lies.
To see if he would hold me
or flee.
To confess his love
or me mine
a time
in total grey.
R. Risley
08/94
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When he leaves, it's unexpected
Like men who go to war.
One minute they are holding you
the next they leave for shore.
When he says he's going
He looks you in the eyes.
Your heart starts beating faster
your mind has tears and cries.
But while he's standing next to you
you say that it's OK.
You help him pack up all his things
and don't create delay.
And when she lays herlself down
to go to sleep at night.
She gathers two sweet pillows
and holds them oh so tight.
07/98
R. Risley
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From Books of gods and lovers
From the wind he came-- like an angel
With wings upon his back
As he leaned over my bed and kissed me
He dropped his travel sack
Fresh breeze was on his shoulders
And shirt of light blue sky.
I took in all his happiness
And looked into his eyes.
Black hair was slightly in his face
As he took my lips in mouth
And swallowed love of goddess
He thinks of from the south.
The North and East behind him
He travels all the time
Looking for his niche in life
The song with words that rhyme.
He is mythology to me- from books of gods and lovers.
He is warriors to me -of temper, claim and passion.
He is ocean to me- with waves so deep and quiet.
He is storm to me- that move so strong and long.
R. Risley
Author
02/98
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