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Chris Coleman Poem
Our love is a tangible thing
Comfort and safety abounds
With soft arms embracing
Peace and joy surrounds
Our love is a musical thing
An amorous song it makes
Lust’s harmony we sing
Yearning our breath takes
Our love is a succulent thing
Blessed richness to savor
Fullness of spice to bring
Stirring life’s flavor
Our love is a redolent thing
Floating lightly on the breeze
A vine of glory’s spring
Seducing with ease
Our love is a beautiful thing
Such vistas of gilded hue
On a canvas drawing
Something pure and new
Copyright © Chris Coleman | Year Posted 2016
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Chris Coleman Poem
You were beautiful, sweet, kind;
Reassuring of your conviction.
Trepidation ringing in my mind
I focused on your profession.
I tried us both to cajole, convince,
If I showed you a kingdom of gold,
I could be your shining prince,
And watch our dreams unfold.
I searched, struggled, and drove
For panacea elusive; bejeweled.
An intricate and faulty tale I wove
Over the crumbling house I ruled.
Sadly, little did I realize
Instead of rescuing, enriching;
Never grasping the real prize,
My illusion was more bewitching.
So, instead of bliss replete
A nightmare invaded my slumber.
Expectation gave way to defeat
For reality had my number.
Tired and mangled, you were
Crying out in emotive agony.
I awoke from my awful stupor
Not your man but your enemy!
Grief, overwhelming and fierce.
My eyes burning with tears,
Sorrow my heart did pierce,
Knowing I epitomized my fears.
"I never loved you, Mistake.
I am alive. You’re dead.
No more hopes; they’re fake.
Just like us and our bed!"
"You hurt me and used me.
Oh, now it’s my turn!
Today, from you I’m free.
So let your feelings burn!”
Your words cut us asunder
Or were we ever together?
Spells of lies we were under.
Lo, simply a fate-less ether.
Yes, you meant to leave me.
Had your commitment waned?
Maybe you never meant "we?"
Well, your love is no longer feigned.
Now, I stand alone again;
Scarred, bruised but not beaten.
Not solo, with a true Friend;
Forbidden fruit not eaten.
With no earthly fortune; a pauper,
But heavenly royalty in the making.
I’m a healing man and proper
With faith and love not shaking.
True love is never fleeting.
Grace and truth aren't blind.
Commitment without entreating,
Two souls can forever bind.
One day fast approaching
I will be someone’s knight again.
Without shame's reproaching,
She will love me in the end.
So, goodbye my love jilted.
Peace and blessings to you.
By your memory no longer guilted,
My journey with you is through.
Tomorrow a new day dawns
With all promise abundantly.
Such excitement it spawns
Wrapped in splendored panoply.
Copyright © Chris Coleman | Year Posted 2016
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Chris Coleman Poem
Your Beauty
Your beauty’s rank a birthright
Each feature among the best
From crown to sole a delight
But a few exceed the rest
Eyes even time enraptures
So ageless within and through
Each gilded iris captures
A pale bloom with verdant hue
As through parted crimson bows
With breath swirling aquiver
Your tongue’s nectar overflows
The banks of passion’s river
Like the din of storms replaced
By two doves softly cooing
Your bosom so soft and chaste
Is shame’s welcome undoing
Your hands gracefully holding
One bejeweled with gleaming light
Such precious dreams unfolding
Their shimmering wings for flight
Surrounded by shapely hips
And with moist walls pulsating
Your fertile lock licks its lips
For the key it’s awaiting
Every piece is perfection
Every last part is divine
Pure seductive confection
Upon which the blessed dine
Copyright © Chris Coleman | Year Posted 2018
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Chris Coleman Poem
With a slow and subtle prick,
Oh, how the blade doth tarry.
It cuts the heart to the quick.
Blind optimism cannot parry.
Wild shadows spring and dance;
Hope fades grimly nonetheless.
Without pomp and circumstance,
Its life slides into nothingness.
With gasps and groans it shudders.
Turning one last time to see.
Through waning tears it mutters,
“Have no pity you for me.
For after every dusk comes night;
Blackness into void seems drawn.
But, ever will the Force of Light,
Bring round a pure new dawn.”
Copyright © Chris Coleman | Year Posted 2016
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Chris Coleman Poem
Will our commitments be our golden ring?
The future's too much to know all at once.
Will our hearts the same song always sing?
The future's too much to know all at once.
Will our path take us to a wild, living spring?
The future's too much to know all at once.
Will our passion's embrace to us ever cling?
The future's too much to know all at once.
Will our life together be a treacherous thing?
The future's too much to know all at once.
Will our great toil of love full joy to us bring?
The future's too much to know all at once.
Copyright © Chris Coleman | Year Posted 2016
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