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Alan L Boles Poem
As the days grow shorter.
A cold wind whispers to the trees.
And the leaves begin their journey.
Carried in the winds of Autumn.
Into the rivers and streams.
Some will travel far into the oceans of our world.
A few will be chosen.
Directed by whispers in winds of Autumn.
Into the lakes and ponds where the Lotus lives.
Where they settle into the cool dank bottom.
As the years pass they form the rich mud.
From which the Lotus or her cousin the Lilly live.
Only there in dankest mud will she live.
For she makes her home in places no other flowers will grow.
Here she will grow to be one of the rarest and most revered.
For her unique beauty.
One petal at a time will open over the course of days.
In the still water were little else will grow.
She will slowly reveal her inner beauty.
Then ebb back into the cool dank water.
From which she emerged and the mud were she lives.
Only in the latter days of Spring when the first warm breeze.
Send ripples across the pond whispering to the then warming mud.
That she will awaken and rise to the reveal her inner beauty.
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her icy scent
our voices crossed
as the sixth moon
waned
uniting old souls
like friends from
the past
our dreams began
on a mid summer
night
for she is a
spirit of the night
as she rides her
stallion in the pale
moonlight
amidst the waves
splashing along the
shores
for she and Brat
born to be one
her people still
run with the wolf
bound to the pack
born to be one
soar with the
eagle traversing
the heavens
long before the
coming of the
horse
on moonless night
with Star’s for light
she rides like
the wind
high amongst the
mountain trails
my spirit of the night
will come to me
at the chilling hour
my covers are warm
she will lay her
head upon my chest
her lips like ice
her body near froze
she will snuggle
in close
our hearts will
beat as one
till her lips
be warm
her icy scent
lingering
through dawn
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a horse at full run
from the moment
we met
from the choice
of her words
I knew of her
passion
I knew of her
song
I knew when she
came into my
dreams
I knew of the
depth of the
of the love
that she held
As I listened
to a melody
of a horse
at full run
As I heard each
breath both hers
and her Brat’s
I breathed in
the aroma of
both her
and her Brat’s
I felt each beat of
their magnificent
hearts
As he pounded
the earth with
his idling hoof
The smell of dried
earth and that
of his sweat
She calmed her
great child
with a song
and a pat
We rode until
dawn to a
melody of
a horse at full run
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a daughter of Heaven
from the beginning
of time was loved
by the Father
now Lucifer desired
the daughter of Heaven
whose love of the Father
revealed the darkness
of his soul
from that darkness grew
the revenge of hate
as he glimpsed the love
in her eyes for the
creation in His image
from the heavens he
plotted the fall of man
and watched as the
daughter of Heaven
fell into the arms
of a son of the earth
In the wafting hours
before dawn as the
cold of dark descends
upon the earth
the time for forbidden
lovers to meet in
a hidden glen
as the son of the earth
would drift into the
slumber of bliss
the daughter of Heaven
as the first rays of
sunlight would
break in the dawn
she would
take flight in the
form of a swan
transforming in the
misting ray’s of the
early dawn to the
daughter of heaven
afar from the eyes
of sons of the earth
the disciples of Lucifer
grew bold in their lust
for the daughters of man
and taught the forbidden arts
to the sons of the earth and
with the use of the bow
the screams of a
shattered heart echoed
into the hollowed
pillars of Heaven
and the tears
of the Father
covered the Earth
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from a challenge on A Poet's Haven
Saturday Night Romance
"Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower."
- Les Miserables, Victor Hugo
She had away about her
She was born with a gift
And oh could she use it
She commanded attention
Everyone took notice
She was made from Stardust
In a perfect combination
We met before Terra was born
And each time we met again
Her lips will quiver as they have
A thousand times over
When the morning is young
The curtains will be drawn
The doors will be locked
Her mask will come off
Her eyes will water
As the memories flow
And the joy of a love
That can not be ended
As Stars have imploded
And still our love lives
Death has come
A thousand times over
And still her lips quiver
When our eyes cross
The way it did
That very first time
And so it shall
As our souls have
Crossed and shall
Again and again
The love we share
Has sustained us
A thousand times over
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My eyes followed a vision
That led me to a glenn
Deep within the
Scottish Highlands
As I walked amidst
Wild Heather and
Tall grass
I heard the familiar
sound of Brat
Standing there
Bowing his head
Up and down
As I approached
I caught a glimpse
Of you in full dance
As you touched
First heel and then toe
As you spun in harmony
To the song in your heart
Your voice carrying
across the glenn
In the ancient tongue
Of your Clan
I stood in silence
Brat at my side
Watching the
Beauty of your
Form in dance
I fell in love
With you again that moment
As I have so many times
As we embraced
And kissed amidst
The I love you’s
As we layed
Within each other's arms
And shared our dream
And the love we made
Forever embellished
Within my heart
Our Souls forever joined
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from a photo challenge in A Poet's Haven
Out there amidst the glowing stars
She lived a thousand, thousand times
Holds onto memories from each one
She has loved the same man
In each one as their love
Has never ended and she searches
For him now out there amidst
The glowing stars is the one
She has loved a million times
And here amidst are humble Terra
There are but a few who
Understand the conciseness of a single
Grain of Stardust let alone all
The memories contained within each one
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As I sat propped in bed
with a cup in hand enjoying
the warmth of my coffee
When I closed my eyes my
thoughts turned to you
The warmth of your smile
as it always makes me smile
The warmth of your voice
as you say I love you
The warmth of your kiss
for it is filled with passion
The warmth of your body
as we lay together be it in
slumber or amidst the twisting sheets
The mere thought of you
always brings a smile
You and your wildflowers
You are my scent of Spring
You are the warmth inside of me
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I woke to the sound
of tears echoing
form a downspout
Heard the sobbing
whispering between
the leaves
As I listened in
the stillness
I heard moans
coming from the earth
I walked around
my so called garden
with cup in hand
my toes all wet
From tears of the Angels
who shed their tears
in joy and anguish
The trees were alive
in the deafening sound
of Bees at work
As the shadows
inger in the
dim daylight
The morning air growing sultry
from the lingering embrace
of morning light and late darkness
in their eternal love affair
Slowly at first the leaves
begin to move shaking
of the Angels tears
as the still cool
morning breeze
begins to rise
Shortly the passion
of a lover's breath
will carry through
the day as the
warmth of Summer
will kiss my skin
While within the
lingering shadows
the cooling caresses
fade and my beautiful
Terra cries out in
almost silence from
the poisons of man
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" dancing with my soul "
Through an open window, I heard
a rhythmic flow at first it seemed
to be the wind as it if it were singing
a whistling tempo of mesmerizing comfort
I laid there listening as if it were but a dream
until I heard a voice matching the rhythmic flow
in harmonic sounds as opposed to words
Intrigued by my curiosity at first I sat up in bed
and listened rubbed the sleep from my eyes
Convinced that it was not a dream
I stepped towards the open window
and in the early morning light
I witness the sounds in motion as
a vision of beauty danced on the edge
of the glenn amidst the morning mist
the grace and beauty of her motion
creating the rhythmic flow of sounds
and when she opened her mouth
as if to sing in place of words
Came a harmonic tempo a melody of
notes of such beauty reaching the
depths of my soul compelling
my heart to sing my body to swirl
As the rhythmic flow brought serenity
to every fiber of my beating heart
matching the vision of beauty
now dancing with my soul
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