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Theresa Marie C. Poem
With Every Breath You Take
With every breath I take, I’ll think of you
Of every beautiful thing, I’ll gladly wear your ring
In every individual moment I’ll memorize
Of all the fond memories to which I believe are true
As I lay down on sweet scented lilac satin sheets I will bring
A delightful whimsical swaying as I visualize
With every moment of each and every passing day
I will blow you a kiss and a delicious wish
I’ll be waiting here for you; with every breath I take
I may sing or write you a charming romantic song per say
May your days be filled with a contentment of a fond desires upon your dish
May your cup runnith over with a divine power upon your beautiful
caressed face as you forsake
With every breath you take I’ll think of you
Of every beautiful thing; I’ll gladly hear you sing
In every moment and time may you be blessed in merriment as you memorize
With every breath you take, with every breath you take
With every breath you take, with every breath you take.
Written: 3/14/15
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Stars and our Souls
Twas' a young gal was born in the dust the cradled in the dark
There in the darkness stood a hot fire as I felt a case of an immortal spark
With patience as I stand and learn to read of questioning and searching eyes
An unknown secret so splendidly there lay upon all the unconscious high in the skies.
Two things are abundantly known said a wise man do fill me with awe
High in the starry constellations does throw the moral of glowing law
So they say ye shall add another upon thy will-full roll ----
Upon the emphatic mortal and true marvel of the human soul.
Too many guides that know the hush of the star that guides the sailor's way
There off in the distance there may be lights the love's bower with liquid ray
That of toil and passion per say; stay clear of unknown dangers and bounty distress
True love, brave hope and the soft hush of the stars will utter a fashionable faithfulness.
Our guiding light before God thought, he then spoke an expressive word
Often in the darkness one not understand, the word was heard
For all of mankind looks up to where all the planets do softly swim
All will sing praise as God's thoughts have won glory then after him.
Often in life mere mortals of hearts do suffer through good and ill
After that as humans have been held with virtue and loyal will
As humans hold and adorn the law that rules our personal strife
With an insurmountable hush a star-surpassing all victories of life.
So take all matters of many our thanks, to all the readers of the skies
For people have embedded many devout astronomers, frequently most humble and wise
To upon our beauty of many auroras and lessons seem brighter as the stars can give
Towards an inward light there in the sky which helps us to live.
Timely as it seems, the world has brought a laurel-leaves of crown
A heavenly moment as a star-discoverer's name will be greatly renown,
To the many of colorful flowers of love as we lay with ease
An enchanting caress of an influence sweeter than the Pleiades!
Written: 1/25/15
Theresa Marie C.
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Yellow Daisies of Love
Truly hold thy love with you a beautiful thing
My heart is rejoicing, upon your invigorating garden
In my swollen heart of loves pure and blooming Eden
A yellow daisy is brightly seasoned by the bounty of spring.
Invigorating these precious moments thus brings
I truly behold your sweet words of a golden jeweled crown
On this glorious day my enthusiastic face does not frown,
And beautiful memories keep my mind filled with love
Your beauty mystifies me as the heavens above.
The yellow daisies appeal to my oncoming senses
Does leave a lowing ember upon your loving eyes of in tenses,
Truly hold thy love with you a beautiful thing
Many yellow daisies lining up in early spring.
Written: May 16, 2014
Theresa Marie C.
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Hot Sand In Summer
Hot sand in summer
Moon shines across the ocean
Just like your kisses
A peaceful evening
Gently caressing my arms
The shore swarms with love.
Written: 2/22/15
Theresa Marie C.
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Young Love
If you're so young and in love and free
Are you bewildered by all the world to see?
How can people be so hurtful even though?
Of the young and innocent souls tell me so
Are they frivolous and unkind then do?
Off in the land as we gaze upon the stars
Hardened people tell many lies about how bad we are
In every youth's life, it's not so easy in the age
Sometimes they feel like their living in a cage
Are they frivolous and unkind the do?
The young teenage girl has many, many problems
They just need love and some understanding heart
In every stage they need help, try to help them
Before they leave and may-be set free to start and part
How can the very young keep in love alive
How can they sing a happy song and survive
When many idle little minds tear them in two
Are they so frivolous and unkind and do
Are they not understanding, understanding with their simple minds and do
Are their egos so in vain, how they hurt our youth's today
Maybe they should all be put away, be put away
Are they so frivolous and unkind and do
In their idle simple minds maybe then they should be cut in two
And grow some compassion, some compassion and do
So our youths can stay in tune and sing with purity to; sing with purity to
Are they so frivolous and unkind and do
So our youths can stay in tune and sing with purity to; sing with purity too.
Written: 2/28/15
Theresa Marie
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Compassionate Volunteers
Does not matter what day, month or even time of year
Volunteers are always well deserved and are always here
They help with the impoverished, food banks
Babies and even with the elderly and the sick
All volunteers really know they surely have been
enthusiastically picked!
For when seeing them they have real nice
Eyes friendly smile and welcoming voice
And importantly so they are best dressed in
Volunteer's accessories of happy choice,
They wear brightly colored hospital scrubs.
Their won style of blue, yellow, pink or red
Some may say they sometimes bring police dogs
Who wag their tail when people pat their head,
The volunteers see what others do not see
They understand what others just want to be.
They realize a little compassion does go a long way
They generally help the sick or anyone in the hospital they stay,
They are very an "ear to the ground" as I well speak,
It is their caring ways that people do well and seek.
Whenever you need one they will be there
In tea time, meal and whenever you need them,
They initially raise enthusiastic hope and sweet dreams.!
Written: 9/8/14
Theresa Marie C.
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Erased of Being a Human Being
Solitude can be so confident and precious at the same time
Thus, it may never cause any difficulties or injuries to stop being so sublime
Levels of sub-consciousness rising so near to the surface of intellect
Giving us reasoning of a semblance to an interior confiscation.
To liberty and freedom that no one can never take away from us
So many stories and tales are clearly stated in certain cultures
To which decimated, enslavement, tortured, murdered and maimed
in life
Of these many people has literally been thrown and erased from the earth.
By those who practice an evil entity deep in their inner core of their being
All these feelings of poverty to those souls who not know what freedom is
Their vulnerability, hopelessness, despair are misplaced of their faith and humility
And have no faith in man or even within their culture or instead of God.
Apparently, this leaving nothing but a yearning into the deepest sensation
Of nothingness that can never be erased from within their soul
Tis' it is a shame that a handful of people can and still being abused by far
Allowed to do this to another human being in this twenty-first century.
Stricken they are as if they have been tempered and erased of being a human being.
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Heart of My Love
In every woman’s heart she walks on the softest whispers of dawn
As if in a whispering lonely bird passes her by fleetingly on
Her heart and soul is singing to her lover come to me my sweetheart
I’ll be yours as we walk upon the heavenly clouds of the night
While the northern lights and stars crystallize upon our eyes so bright
My song starts to break as my vocal chords tell you we’ll never part
My heart seems to yearn more for you my tender loving love
As if we could be flying on the wings of love-birds like a white dove.
Written: 3/3/15
Theresa Marie
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Barren of People
Some people are so empty within
Do they hear the echo of the fallen footfall
There are museums without many statues
Grande they are standing with outstanding
pillars, porticoes and rotundas.
In the courtyard a fountain leaps and flows
back into itself
Some say they are nun-hearted and are blinded
to the worlds;
Like their marble lilies as they
Exhale their pallor of an enchanted scent.
I have envisioned myself with a great public eye
of style;
Many mothers were of Nike and saw
several bald-eyed Apollos.
In view of the dead can sometimes conjure
and injure me with furrowed attention
Thus, nothing had happened
Alas, the moon lay a hand upon my forehead,
So they can blank-faced and mum as a nurse.
Written: Oct. 16/14
Theresa Marie C.
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Darkness of Time
Many a man thinks of many constitutions
That he wants only a simple reason
To which he can make any restitutions
In any circumstance to surpass in every season.
Having known full throttle he’d think of wanting to drink
Amongst in his thoughts, so he wonders if only one could finish
off without sync
His head may become like a pounding endless hammer
He then reaches for another for he need not even wonder.
Fool said I, he’s only hiding his weariness of pain
How can he relinquish her face outside of his mind?
How can he not see how the drink is only his endless piece of grain?
Of sanity's smallest excrement to the guileless of impurities well kind.
He then now walks as in the darkness of time
His soul has been fighting an endless game that he doesn’t know
That he has been walking in a darkened lot where there’s minimal crime
He’ll then fly on home where in the distance there as he must go.
Written: 2/3/15
Theresa Marie C.
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