| | A Day In SeptemberPage 6 of 25 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25) | The Romantic Life
From love
I am the tide
The flow, the ebb
Though my wish is the romance the vital side
A touch that flames your heart and your voice of rhythm
No callous way just the wonder of her warmth so near
I know the burden of passions carriage
The travel true or lustful hour
Let me taste the flame the hurtful way
As I exist to play and please
No sender of pain or remorseful eve
The building waves are pressed between
Your joy and all that I have endowed
Till you sleep the slumber of the lusting youth
The one who destiny takes and makes
Till morning light appears for we wake to passion
Endless | |
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| A Day In September
Posted: 5/27/2010 8:57:07 AM | Love's Deception
I was deceived
No soldiers strong or battlements breached
A gentler deception from a woman's wiles
A simple plan to storm the ramparts
The equine beast is lead within the halls of my heart
My downfall cast
The battle over
Before passions history unfolds
We wait for the arrow true to find the mark and to bring us joy
Sometimes real, Venus devine
Though tragedy too often prevails
The ghost of love
A view unfamilar leads us to be broken
To question our desires and to rise up in anger
When we request only happiness found and loyalty given
The simple moments that last until silent sleep
That brings a lover's smile against a harsh world and life's lonely pain | |
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Posted: 5/27/2010 9:05:52 AM | Morning's Gift
Toss away the fallen night
As we dance the lover's virtue
Send pleasure to my crying soul
As I hope that you are mine
The songbirds fevered tune
With the barest of nature's colors
A single thought to hold and share
This precious moment and time
I am the gracious caught in wonder
Next to this sultry adoring vixen
A woman tempting wakes so near
Who does care for mine this deeply
She make me forever sigh
The quest so likely unhindered
To watch our reverent sunlit age
On her face and in her possessive eyes
With graceful peace and passing
Always by her side | |
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| A Day In September
Posted: 5/28/2010 8:47:58 AM | Vietnam Blues
A hot Asian land
With typhoons of rain
As fortunes were made
By war lords unnamed
So many lives wasted
As boys become mere wood
For the political fires
That race against against brotherhood
When docile rice fields
Become killing grounds
For the babies that cried
As their village burns down
While the innocent children play
Near thatched roofs of grass
As death looms up above
Our evil won't pass
That sound from on high
As rockets bring pain
Helicopters that whirl
To war as our shame
I have witnessed the violence
Of our fire fight scenes
In the mouths of our brothers
I can't awake from the dream
The worst I recall
Turned an action of hate
Was it Charlie or friend
We found out too late
Through the rice fields a running
We gunned them all down
Not a soldier among them
Dead children was all that we found
Saigon brought me solace
For a few maddening days
Strange females so willing
When they finally got paid
My time in the city
Helps me forget
The hell that I'm trapped in
How far from human I can get
Though back I must go
To face the jungle and more
The thousands that prowl
Shakes my soul to the core
Why all of this madness
Will nothing ever change
It's just repeated over and over
With different latitudes and names
As poor Vietnam fell
I wonder what it was for
Was any price paid
By the men who sent us to war
A proud people dying
Our nations forgiveness did roam
We faced a nightmare unforgiving
Our nations first defeat
When we finally got home | |
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| A Day In September
Posted: 5/28/2010 8:58:47 AM | In Love With Her Memory
My Heart remains still
As the sorrowful years pass
What happens to the love deep within
While my spirit lies broken
Now that she loves another
I cared for a girl
Radiance and warmth revealed
All that I used to adore is alive
Held quiet and secure
Till I am tired and cold
Her past love will comfort
When I am sadly away
A smile kept secret for the day
As I am barren and alone missing her
Still | |
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| A Day In September
Posted: 6/1/2010 11:12:20 AM | The Wind
I begin with a whisper
Soft strokes and delicate form
All movement concealed through a quiet presence
As butterflies fawn and songbirds reveal
Next I am the steady breeze
Gentle at first building and soaring
Strong and robust till branches play on the day
As the mighty willow dances to my bidding
Following along I come to a stormy stage
The lightening announces my coming gale
When rain pounds the innocent and I command all that view my conquest
A racing enemy of the passive days of May
I am the whirlwind plague of any wheat field below
Driven to overwhelm and to post where I have passed
Then you gain witness to the full fury of danger's dagger
Where homes are victims seen and cars make flight
The swirl and agony becomes my moniker chosen
No saint is safe or stately place
I am the devil wind with lonely results and desperately humble measure
Till calm becomes me as I am hence the lamb all over
Sweet on your cheek and dainty to my loving touch
Till I again shake and break the foundation of any earthly soul or kingly realm
For if I am anything by design I am unpredictable and rex
Heaven's will and the wind so haunting. | |
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| A Day In September
Posted: 6/2/2010 8:40:03 AM | Forsaken
From a tranquil beginning
She who lies near me safe and serene
While surrendering to the depth of my being
I am the guilty who knows caring so
The dismay of having her attention
Then watching as she slips away to a bitter flight
What is given in the tapestry of desire
Pales in full to what is requested of us by love
The loyalty and tenderness we put aside so carelessly
As her voice is held silent to life's utter happiness and enchantment
The quiet feelings that are selfishly abandoned
This I know from reflection though the ending remains the same
A cold and barren promise with the affliction of ceremonial loss
This is my sentence and the heartache allowed
Along with the thought that I could have acted differently
More out of concern than anger
Though this will haunt me as does a simple image
Her morning hello along with a gentle kiss
That I still miss | |
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Posted: 6/2/2010 10:03:20 AM | Stopping in to just let you know that I enjoy reading your poetry. Your seeking, reflection and transitioning in each, move me to feel, think and ponder. Once I get to the last line,you bring me, just a reader, to a place of ...looking for the right word...resolution. Resolution with a bit of acceptance....but yet still a hint of question. (Ha...not sure resolution is the right word...I'll have to think about it.)
Forsaken.... Funny how those "images" sometimes just won't leave us alone. I find I'm grateful for what those images bring in the form of words, on some days, for it is from the soul those thoughts come from. Writing it down, records the journey one takes getting from one place to another. On the other hand, I don't know about you, but on some days, I wish those images would find other "haunting" grounds. :0) The journey seems to be taking forever. Have a good day Motleysdad. | |
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| A Day In September
Posted: 6/3/2010 6:39:49 AM | From A Distance
I know of a girl gentle of spirit
Who touches all with tenderness
Her heart I cherish from a distance
She who shows kindness and caring so sincere
The quiet way she counsels and gives hope
No maiden false just beauty from within where it lays genuine
Her gaze is radiance and melts me to a enduring solitude
As I am the forgotten whose wish is kept silent
I pass as friendship told
Grand pleasures are silver to all
As quiet moments feed the desire
I whisper passive the fleeting time
For she is tied to all who venture and some beauty is false to contain
Hers is the best of what comfort provides
While Catherine's distant love is held for others
As her loving light gives me pleasure
To view her is enough as I hold dear the friendship given | |
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Posted: 6/4/2010 6:54:02 AM | The Temple Dwellers
Pursue the rogue so very near
From humble means and measures
Abound the virtue so very clear
No gold or silver treasures
Amiss in fortune and the shame
The final gift and price
Part the poor without blame
This pale and shallow sacrifice
I am the victim of my own
No pardon I shall claim
The grief and selfish I have shown
This common ravenous name
For all my freedom I am trapped
Within these bars of greed
A life of consumption so sadly mapped
The horror of my needs
A Buddist monk knows dear truth
That povertry is wisdom told
An ancient thought that bears this fruit
No temple in his kingdom gold | |
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Posted: 6/5/2010 6:33:28 AM | A Sailing Journey
Posed to cross yet fair Atlantic
This ancient craft that carries my wiles
As all who distance fear her deep presence
The reckless motion or position of trial
Alone in the mystic and alive in this era
I am the joyful and the pleasured survived
Atlantis awaits most any who flounder
The drift and the lonely who are barely alive
Come along side me, long known Poseidon
The claimer to mariner and who the guilty provide
Away to the islands and our quested venture
The highlands before us with our souls so alive | |
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| A Day In September
Posted: 6/7/2010 11:24:44 AM | The Room
Stifling southern heat passes
To a cool and dark beginning
A chance for erotic surrender
Quiet and serene is this oasis chosen with lights dimmed so
The shades drawn against harsh realities
As her eager touch and fantasy's await
She enters aware and willing
The edge removed with submissive favor
Bearing the gift of her form and youthful gait
She knows the power of delights so sensual
The whim and whisper pressed near where I lay
Waiting the walk as she smiles playfully undressing
The foreplay of temptation is displayed for me
The time of seduction along with the emotion of two lovers comfortable from years together
The soft kiss that beckons this desire as she drifts to my wants
Removing all failures and weakness from memory
The ritual oils and dark conversation reminds her
That she is captive as this is her August night
Summer's heat within this cave of cool water and temperate lust
Nothing matters except her orgasmic will and her pounding thoughts
The material life falls away are we are primal and forgiven
Ageless in our fevered act as the morning shows her quietly sleeping
While I contemplate the day's sunrise. | |
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| A Day In September
Posted: 6/8/2010 10:34:09 AM | Missing Love
I dreamed one night of an old flame
Whose claim of love once encompassed me
Distant and far removed from the emotion once held between us
She who became invisible at will in my dreaming vision of her
So close to the truth and our recent reality
That I was afraid of slumber returning
It is true that I still miss her and the love that was
Though she had become harsh and deceitful
And that time I will never feel the want of
What I truly miss is the genuine act of being in love
The thrill and anticipation
All folly removed as we extend our soul to another
The loyalty and trust shared along with the simple statements of devotion
With a placement of our lives so near to someone we care for
When that search is concluded we can bask in it's fortune
Finally turning our attention to other pursuits and idea's
So I have returned to this emotional quest
Looking for an angel who speaks kindly of me
Caresses warm with kisses of passionate baroque fire
Then I may know the pure peace within
And I shall be willing to find other endeavors that bring satisfaction
This seems the occupation of so many lives spent toiling with loneliness
All the while they are preoccupied and trapped
Missing love. | |
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Posted: 6/9/2010 7:44:38 AM | The Sunrise
Patience becomes thy lonely self
As leprechaun waves wash the pristine sand
Mist secluded surrounds this barrier island coast
For I await the horizon's prism of light surreal
The quiet spectacular announcing morning's truthful arrival
With daybreak I realize that heartache is for the restless denied
In the early hours, loves absence remains shrouded
The cast and call of daylight hides her sin
It is only with midnight's following and the passing eve
That I find her pain brought to bear on me completely
The rising tide and the anguish are in essence united
A witness to nature's apex and desolation
These are the quiet moments that reflect the barest of secrets
Where mere thought is a virgin shipwrecked within me
While I drift to the height of misfortune and gather no love or sustenance
The steady breeze and the glaring sun offer the nights surrender
As I am cast in daybreaks shadow away from the ocean's true beauty
To linger until midsummer's broken call and love's elusive dawn
Without her. | |
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Posted: 6/10/2010 10:28:25 AM | The Cello
With graceful elegance
The cello antique is held near
As your form is pressed closely
The cold image as you warm to my touch
The deft need is clear as we begin
Whether in performance or the privacy of a darkened room
You know my call and how I carefully caress
Till the first awakening
As the sudden warmth and timber beckons
My chosen instrument seductive
Pressed wood and angelic soul
The lower tones give you away
As vocal as a child you bring promise
Till the empty hall is suddenly filled
While no one lingers or awaits
The point of emotion is your body and neck so slender
While I tune and gain from your reply
Give me a spirit that I would never claim
Pour for me the means to explain
The music within and how I feel
With you in my arms and your voice
All around. | |
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Posted: 6/11/2010 7:40:41 AM | Is Blue Really Blue
I sit and I ponder
Is blue really blue
Do we each see colors the same way
As do we see life with the same reason and focus
Theft is want and need unjustified
Though to some it is survival
For we only engage or follow
The rules that wealth or social standing allow
For murder is chaos and mortal sin
For others it is justice and reality
For a few it is revenge and sweet
Soldiers see it as patriotic and necessary
Pleasure has the same questions
To the star crossed lover
It is heaven and erotic art
For the pregnant and weary
It is duty and a burden
For the virgin in us all
It is discovery and delight
Pain also plays this variable part
Most find it torture and screaming dismay
While the erotically deviated
Enjoy the time and passion displayed
Though a downcast lover's pain
Is the loss and distance found
So is blue really blue for me and for you
What truths are evident in this world unkind
Hunger is always hunger
Loneliness remains always alone
While blindness to the needs of others
Remains to often the truth
Within us all. | |
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Posted: 6/12/2010 9:23:17 AM | That Special Day
If I could return
To any moment in my life
I would journey back to the time
When we first met and I kissed you
Afterward we walked through that store
Completely lost in each other
Unable to speak or form a simple thought
Joyously alive and blessed as the arrow struck
Beauty in your dark hair and innocent smile
I am your servant still
Till all and the end of my days
Finally, may you be with me when we are no more
Hand in hand and happy though you are with another
I pray you find happiness even without
As I long for the time when you were next to me
My girl always
In love | |
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Posted: 6/14/2010 9:50:15 AM | My Nights Journey
Whisk me away
To a calm so descending
As I venture to this vivid realm
Of man or beast or silent child
Surround me visceral and yet surreal
A sojourn of my nights
This dream endures as the restful are upon us
The quest and reason while precious hours remain so tossed
Play for me the quiet meadow or sanctimonious certainty
That I shall drift to your will and sweet rendezvous
Gaze upon while we await with falling and steady breathe
So I may sleep the dreamer's belief
A solitude ventured gratefully
This gentle rhythm we all desire
Yet can not fully attain
Till we slumber and fall away to
Our awakening | |
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Posted: 6/14/2010 11:47:17 AM | The Rope
Savage I fear
Quick I do pray
As the white rope swings in the soft night air
A noose at the end so simple and unsteady
The hangman's story told through hatred and strangulation
Sweat pours from all who attempt to lift me to a stump cut waiting
As the stretch and burn pulls me towards death
Kicking and fighting in vain against this
I swing silent as a night breeze starts to build
Weep for me as though I was your beloved son
The feelings remains along with the terror
That I was denied is far too real
That I was forgotten is disturbing sadness
I sway for I am no more as I have left this body mulatto
Rising towards his vaulted kingdom
Too soon. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2010 10:10:46 AM | The Islands
Cast off
For I am bound for the islands
A happy place where tourist drift
As troubles are seldom granted
This sanctuary for sailors
The harbor born for the torn still distant
All are amazed at natures's pure and clever vista
Ponder the view from mountain top bliss
Or the favorite kiss from an exotic local girl
She who is drenched in fragrent Hawaiian Tropic coconut suntan oil
The beach bars run with rum and tomfoolery
As we venture to places and memories favored
The locals know the best and savor this
While the snowbirds who flock stand out so pale yet mesmerized
Dream of distant ports and tell my story to children so enthralled
For I have fled to the islands and my hearts yearned for adventure
Grateful and yet forever hopeful
Never to return | |
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Posted: 6/16/2010 9:46:42 AM | A Romantic Place
I have spoken sincerely
Of missing love and the thrill involved
This is true and the feelings remain
I do regret the absence of
Romantic and joyous places of my lost youth
Key West is such a destination
I am not referring to the bars and bustling taverns
The well known tourist spots most lovers flock to
What I miss is the quiet little back street hideaways
The sexy and sweet cafe's that are off the beaten track
Placid places off of Duval Street and sprinkled throughout Old Town
With lofts high above filled beyond love's simple seclusion
Winding mazes of well groomed hedges and seductive pathways
Intimate spots for couples to hide and have a private interlude
Soft lights under a silver sliver of Eros's Atlantic moon
Magnolias heavy on the air as lilacs dance and toss
An ocean breeze gentle as I gaze into her eyes so lost
She is the erotic playful as I am the drawn so captured
Time never cries the hour as I hold and know her pleasures
We are amazed at the exotic found while secluded together
Island majestic given to my girl and our midnight wandering
I will always crave this ancient way and pray to find it again
This Key West solitude given though we ae never truly alone
Just hidden and shared, knowing the magic lives all around
This is the loss so desperate I speak of
Regretfully while still knowing it's presence
For this is one of life's true blessings from my Florida Keys youth
That the years have sadly claimed though the memory remains | |
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Posted: 6/18/2010 8:12:34 AM | The Living Truth
I come from seed
As do most living things
We are blessed who share this abundant place
Rich in the pure embrace of all that thrives around me
This Eden inhabitated
Natives before us knew and praised this paradise
They cherished it's every fiber and being
Worshipping spirits present and past
A balance and wisdom we could never comprehend
This divine palace given where living creatures and the earth are one
Those who came before massacred their women and children
Driving them to rot on lands we didn't want
Sacred places we claimed and disfigured
No remorse of conscious ever allowed
To the victors go the spoils as we ruin all we come in contact with
Shame is all that I can conceive of now
As the Gulf is filled with oil to fuel this sick existence
The gift of life is soaked with black death on our shorelines
All of this reminds me of this pursuit of luxury over sanity
The dead animals who lie by the roadside from miles driven past
Pollution creeps into every crevice and corner of nature's ideal wonder
And for what ungodly gains, I ask you
So our feet never touch the ground from auto to work to home
Our rotten routine as we get richer, fatter and closer to death
Shame on us all including myself
This must end as Western civilization erodes the beauty and the bounty present here
We haven't listened and we never care about the needs of the people we destroy
Tree's and animals are no matter for the slaves of technology
The dollar commands us in the most profane and inept way
To the simple point of our own destruction and all life itself
We must awaken from this nightmare of consumption
Let us return to our roots and the cohabitation with all living things
Allow the earth to heal as we reject the modern and forge our lives
Back to the simpler task and the alluring vision of pure wind and water
Europe and other parts of the world have heeded this message ages before
It is not too late if we understand the need and pursue the wisdom of this
We came here with ego's enflamed thinking ourselves the master
Native people knew what we have been slow to learn
The human question is
Are we still, and will we forever remain
The ignorant ones
Until it's too late | |
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Posted: 6/19/2010 8:55:53 AM | Aspirations
What heights do we aspire to
As the vast and formidadable await
Life's crossroads proclaimed
Positively safe and simple for some
The birth of a wanted child
Or being fed daily and vaguely content
For others it is the grandiose with lofter pursuits
A major mogel in buisness or the power of political standing
Be it judge or priest or senator willing
These are aspirations of a powerful or benevolent form
Rare is the rise for the sheer pleasure of purpose
The dance for the sake of dance
Or the artist who renders his artwork for that satisfaction alone
Asleep and hidden till a flame stirs and is fostered
I have my aspirations and familiar mountains to climb also
The kind that young men imply and envision
French rural towns with the wine and women who inhabit
Angelic lakes cast among the Austrian Alps in summertime
Italia in the evening when the fountains are lit and luxurious
To be the muse of travel and it's flowing river
A sailboat on a beam reach with the South Pacific before me
Though most of these dreams shiver in the darkness
Without the most simple of fates accomplished
The prospect of chasing these fantasies as two
The happiness and completion of not venturing alone
All else is mere silhouette against the stone granite wall
Disappearing into the vastness of the plantive night
Aspirations alone are a bitter and selfish down beat in life's playful song
Melody is always the better with harmony alongside
Even kings or presidents should remember this
Or wish they had | |
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Posted: 6/21/2010 8:03:12 AM | Adrift In
For the desperate and lost
I am unspoken shadow
Among the living children
This is my role as I stroll and play along
Never spied upon only envisioned
A devil's voice or thought driven
No timeless friend or companion
Restless hardly ever
This waste and unharmonious trait
Preys upon the weak and forlorn
What haunts you
In a place without light
Darkness within allows my being
The doubt that follows
Is my calling dear child
I am known by many names
Though you may recognize me as
Sadness | |
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Posted: 6/21/2010 11:48:09 AM | your poems make me melt
I enjoy the journey
a little break in my day
inside your head I play
appreciating the talents
God has been so gracious
and I hope you have
a wonderful day
Amen. | |
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