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Ava A. Carlton Poem
Whom and what were so dark of heart why can't they not speak
Of innocence and offering special words to others while they peek,
Teach them all to see and learn new special words so they all can sing.
To offer much appreciation of love and contentment to which life can bring.
Can people often turn sheer desperation to expect more perfect of joy and gay
Where beauty surrounds all which can create an innocence as of today.
Will your hospitality lift a luminous glow of your heart like a shining bowl
Being intuitive will soften your illuminating imagination as a whole,
Going no where by chance and being here invites your creativeness of beautiful.
Often I'm by myself, I so want to hear more of your darkness of words
Words so profound and be so proud of your wise words so they can be well heard.
Written: 05/01/2016
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A BIRTHDAY DELIGHT
A new dawn blazes
Forth as you walk for pleasure
you are well measured
At a new morn sunset
birthing upon your bright eyes
will be yours to keep
A delightful sight
on your birthday of May Seventh
A BIRTHDAY DELIGHT
Written: 05/02/2016
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Mosiac Black Panther
There is a mosiac black panther caged in my warm breast
Does what's his name even have a clue there's a yearning in my brain I know?
For a long endless time of mine, know what it is that drives him as though
Forward or backward in a long relentless of yearning of quest.
His silent rage had ballooned into an unrealistic unknown unsuppressed
The unperturbed fibers of those stealthy feet that surely walk and go
Over and over my body feels like it's in a prison coming to and fro,
Within these walls it's forever trying to continue to reap with much rest.
All through the day I at times feel him living in my hardened of heart
But as the night sets forth, its becoming to bring his dreams and stars,
And in a hesitant inexorable moment of frenzy it alas awakes:
His violent wrath trembled and hurled upon the steel bars.
His long eternal passion stretches me beyond and sweeps me apart
Then after I lie in subliminal bliss as my whole body skillfully shakes.
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Your Persona
A soft of essence glows off your persona of youth.
27/08/16
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Crimson Locke of Tears
These tears my dear darling are dripping like shattered crystals
Crystals that could be slowly pouring into a glass of champagne,
Why have you left and caused these tears to flow on endlessly?
Didn't you know that you've been the one true love even though?
We danced all the time neath our rose colored crimson of fine wine
A love like ours, I thought we'd live through all the falling, falling rain.
For we lived so close to the Crimson Locke rapids of flowing time
These tears of mine dear are dripping like shards of shattered crystals,
Crystals that could be slowly pouring into a fine glass of champagne.
08/01/2016
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Poetry In Schemes
Dare I see and not meet in the eyes of dreams
Be near in death's erotic well trodden dream kingdom
May not it exemplify and so suddenly then appear,
Those lustful exotic blue eyes are not quite what they are
As seen through the sunlight as in poetry in schemes
Does your heart not unravel like a broken heart column,
More extended and distant and quite venomous solemn
Those huge trees out yonder are loosely swinging
For all the vacancies of in the wind's anarchy's singing
For all the magical feelings and luminous brightness of stars
Can you not hear the poetry of all poetic of written dreams?
They're all quite magical, fiction or true to all of one's schemes.
Written: 05/01/2016
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Having A Soft Voice
Living a life without a soul partner is like a tiny bird having no voice.
If only something would smoothly glide on by with a silence so soft
it would pure like a cat.
07/29/2016
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Soft Was His Touch
Soft was his touch as I looked into his eyes.
07/30/2016
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