| Poems of Passion
Posted: 1/5/2005 7:29:58 PM | Caressing eyes
Caressing eyes sparkle with brilliance
as they gaze into the debts of your soul
enticing draws the resilience dancing
until consumed your heart and stole
forever to nurture as the delicate flower
guarded and protected with might and power.
Caressing eyes give warmth and fever
dreaming their web by the web weaver
getting caught laying defenseless only to surrender
into the depths of the soul
pumping it's way into the heart
circling it's way through the entire being
until you feel them inside as if sucked in powerless
and trusting the way it's leading you is right
no questioning what will go on next
choosing the right path is never where expected
engulfed inside forever consumed.
Caressing eyes so soft, kind and gentle
leaving you sentimental
hypnotized to a cloud filled dream
tears of rivers pile into stream
nothing but pillows of love as the seashore
being touched to the core
kindness surrounds till a wall of comfort is built. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2005 8:07:09 PM | Today is the day
Today is my present I live day by day
tomorrow is my future unsure I must say
yesterday is a memory of the past
today is the day I make new ones to last
tomorrow is a guess of what I can create to no end
yesterday was the day I hit a dead end
today is beautiful sunshining and warm
tomorrow is when we might meet
yesterday is history never to repeat. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2005 9:21:11 PM | DAYDREAMING DESIRES
Laying on my back watching the clouds
Daydreaming of desires as life passes by
Thinking of questions and always asking why
Wondering where I could be if I changed? Would I try?
Stopping to realizing I'd been living a lie
Returning to reality only to cry
fading back into the mist of longing
passion filled tree full of fruit to thy belonging
temptation and risk continuing to survive
butterflies inside let you know that you're alive
existance combined with daily sound
as it makes my heart pound.
Laying on my back watching the clouds
Daydreaming of desires as life passes by
Thinking of questions and always asking why
Wondering where I could be if I changed? Would I try?
Running back to that cloud so high
Flying to the future so far in the sky
Cloud filled bed soothing rest overdue
looking through you're eyes in your beautiful view
closing my eyes and falling in fast
dreaming of you is the one dream I want to last. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2005 9:47:21 PM | Ah to dream, to dream
perchance my world of dreaming
should elicit even a glimpse
a solitary glimpse of you!
To dream, then, to dream
gone to that world of wonders
to that world of forever after
to that world where you are!
Yes to dream, to dream
gone off upon butterfly wings
taken by the winds of chance
pronounced eternally yours! | |
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Posted: 1/6/2005 12:34:48 AM | In former times I did not dance
No music heard to make me move
But here and now the circumstance
Has changed all that I'm in the groove
Because of you I'm on the floor
My feet have wings or so it seems
I could not ask for one thing more
To see unfold these many dreams
Revealed to me the things that are
Each single note a magic made
I dance upon the distant star
With you on hand to serenade
Oh yes it's true I'll not deny
You've super-charged the atmosphere
On meeting you I learned to fly
And that my love is why I'm here
And here I dance the way I do
A tribute paid and nothing less
Each step I take I offer you
So there's no need to second-guess | |
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| Poems of Passion
Posted: 1/6/2005 12:39:36 AM | For Michael:
When I look in your eyes,
I see forever ...
When I feel your touch upon my skin,
I feel the embers of my passion for you
Turn into flames of hunger ...
When I feel your kiss upon my lips,
I taste a sweetness of an intoxicating wine,
So familiar, but new each time ...
When I feel your fingers running through my hair,
I want to feel them along my body everywhere ...
Your love is one, like I have never known before,
For it opened up my heart's door,
It belongs to you, my love,
You have my heart forever more. | |
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Posted: 1/6/2005 6:19:09 AM | Kaitlin you have such a beautiful heart. I am thankful God has watched over you so closely. I continue to pray for your quick healing and for Michael's patience. The two of you show such a beautiful love toward one another I thank you both for giving me faith in love once again. Thank you Kaitlin.
Poetic your poems as always are eloquent. Nothing like reading them before an entire day at work. Thank you.
Angels of Mercy
Angels of mercy
angels of might
come down from heaven I pray to you tonight
protect the children who need you
touch the ill allow them to take your hue
fill them with your vibrant glow
I thank you for what you will bestow
miracles of love
miracles of life
continue the work of God's grand device
we on earth create our own vice
instead we should give selfless thoughtless and pure
to spread your love and continue to allure
the ones who lost faith and need you to guide
pray that your love will collide
God of conviction
God of forgivness
I pray to you to give us all strength
endure our hearts to go the length
give us the conviction to show your love
as you have given from so high up above. | |
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Posted: 1/6/2005 7:09:46 AM | My Garden of Love
I’ve a loving hold on a world grown cold
And my grip is like a vice
For the people hurt who would live in dirt
I’ve a touch of paradise
I’ve a loving side that will turn the tide
When it’s anger on the shore
I’ve a God above with a lease on love
That will last forevermore
I’ve a loving heart with a running start
In that race that humans run
And the laps compiled are the meek and mild
And the shade in a blazing sun
I’ve a loving soul that I offer whole
To a world that knows its pains
Every kindness shown is a seed that’s sown
In the soil that Love maintains | |
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Posted: 1/6/2005 7:14:06 AM | ODE TO A LADY
She has it all in hand
Were one inclined such words to follow
Yet empty words like so much sand
Are uttered now and sounding hollow
The lady knows and yet
She wonders at that nagging need
A man to hear and get
That soothing balm at soothing speed
Upon her hands she bears
The vows of men who chanced to clamour
Yet empty words and golden wares
Are striking now and like a hammer
The lady knows her pain
Who wonders at the years now flown
Such men to serve whose reign
Themselves to gain and this alone
A match is set and so
A magic flame alight two souls beside
Yet empty words forever glow
In memories worn and worn inside
The lady knows you see
Who’s suffered so in years gone by
That men for sure can be
A trying lot, your best to try
A cork is popped – a toast
A special wine with words to savour
Will empty words forever host
The interlude, invite, and flavour
The lady has her dream
One day to wake herself reborn
Above a star to gleam
Henceforth to praise, no more to mourn | |
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Posted: 1/6/2005 7:57:33 PM | Unexpected by Mistake
Just as I thought I was unbreakable
had those high walls built up enough to be safe
along you came unexpected by mistake
first it was fun to talk nothing was fake
getting to know each other sharing still being a bit elusive
never knowing the story in it's conclusion
continuing that wall that kept me secure
never allowing anyone close enough to explore
I enjoyed your company no doubt in my mind
keeping all the emotions hidden never to find
the flirting began the compatibility enforced
still unknown without exactly knowing the source
all the hours of conversation revealed
somehow in the process I began to feel healed
never wanting a relationship with any soul
I found myself wanting now to explore
you opened a door that had been locked tighly away
the key thrown to keep strangers at bay
all of a sudden one day you disappeared
all these emotions suddenly appeared
it felt like I was in a shipwreak and I was a casualty
again feeling vulnerable the one thing I tried to protect
why you pulled away I will never know
unless you share those feelings you hold
I'd rather know now that it was a mistake to open this door
so I then can build up that wall and again feel secure. | |
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Posted: 1/6/2005 8:53:33 PM | Closing out old
Closing out old is opening a new
as you close out the emotions of ones past
fascinated by how it's gone this fast
miscued relationships that you knew wouldn't last
friendships that strengthen a new form made in cast
Closing out an old is opening a new
the doors that once was nailed and glued
opened by someone that once you viewed
all that you've learned and what you've accrued
now embedded into you like a tattoo
Closing out old is opening a new
faded memories is how it should stay
boxed up in wrapping and be stored away
left open enough but kept at bay
trusting your emotions never leading you astray
Closing out old is opening a new
life of adventure life of defeat
stored all inside ever so neat
keep your emotions plant your feet
don't whisk away stay sturdy as concrete
Closing out old is opening a new
keep on moving forward and don't look back
if you do it'll suck you in like falling into a crack
work fighting forward keep your sights on tract
strength is not what you lack. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2005 3:47:54 AM | ENVIOUS A POET
Flowers – to their rightful place.
Knows the poet. He sees. He takes.
And it is his heart does the taking.
He’s penned a poem. It called him
by name. Was it not a life?
Dinner for one at a setting for two:
to eat, to drink, to breathe, all the while
flowers in their rightful place.
He wonders. Was he not compliant
but to his inner promptings?
Oh sweet delicate petal, is it not
the dream of every seed one day
a flower to be, to a lady gone, a bouquet
completing? Say, where is that seed
by petal unmoved?
The day ends, rearranged now
the flowers – under glass –
willed to longer life upon
that special lady’s wall.
Envious a poet. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2005 3:48:45 AM | EXPLOSIVE EYES
She smiles on me from off the wall
Her picture there with such aplomb
Her limpid eyes a waterfall
Each time I look I hear a bomb
Explosions rock my very core
She pierces me dare I to stare
The thought of her does work me sore
And yet my gaze is frozen there
She smiles on me and how I yearn
To make her real beyond the pose
The fuse is short and quick to burn
For there’s the bomb and there it goes | |
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Posted: 1/7/2005 3:50:52 AM | ON LOVE’S OWN PAGE
There was one day a page to fill
In love’s own book now held in hand
And so a pause a test of will
For love’s own words are more than planned
There comes a time to stop and think
To take in stock the things that are
Ere you should take your pen and ink
Ere you should fly upon that star
What are those words you need to find
Such things to say such tales to tell
That those who’d read would know them signed
By one who loved and loved so well
That each should know and see and feel
What words can say that run so deep
To know them each to be this real
With some inclined for each to keep
These are the words on love’s own page
In love’s own book now held in hand
For them to read for them to gauge
And know these words were more than planned | |
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Posted: 1/7/2005 6:15:09 AM | Someone to come look
Lost in the pages of a book
waiting for someone to come look
to search for me between the lines
so unnoticed wedged in between
the one who paid the piper for all the fines
he's the one that kept me unseen
so few and far in between
can notice such a scene
where the woman is a begger with a heart made of gold
wanting nothing more then someone to hold
someone to find her deep down inside
so she no longer feels the need to hide
locked away inside this book
waiting for someone to come look. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2005 6:16:23 AM | Painted Windows
Painted windows looking out from the soul
vivid imagination works falling out into a roll
splattering design of life for all to see
casted out with the blues of the sea
crimson red as blood of pain and recluse
yellow and orange bring sunshine in use
to brighten the sky and highlight the eyes
and even as the sun rises from the sky
with a hint of pink to shadow the clouds
Painted windows looking into the soul
etched in fine glass with lines swirling roll
beginning at one and moving across
only to touch another without loss
effortlessly dancing inside this fine glass
coming so close only to make a pass
the lines of perfection without hesitation
Painted windows mirror myself
perfectly placed upon a high shelf
so high no one could see the painting
keeping it safe from anyone ascertaining
lines of love and colors of soul contained into one
the one that finds the beauty has won. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2005 7:32:35 AM | BLESSÉD WOMAN
Blesséd are you 0 Woman of the World!
The heavens smile upon you every day :
You are the flag I see to be unfurled,
The voice of peace that’s heard in every way!
Blesséd are you 0 Woman of the Light!
The angels sing, insisting that you shine :
Your crocheted cape was crocheted overnight,
The gods themselves the strands to intertwine!
Blesséd are you 0 Woman of the Arc!
You are the loop as surely as the sun :
Your ship’s come in, it’s time to disembark,
Your place to take, to dazzle everyone!
Blesséd are you 0 Woman of the Star!
Blesséd are you for being who you are! | |
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Posted: 1/7/2005 7:34:46 AM | Winter Reverie
Ah
to think
of summer,
to dream of it:
birds
flowers
soft rain
the smell of it all
the robin
not only the promise
but the robin
itself
here’s to you, then
a rose in your hair
a bird on your finger
a strawberry
to bite on
summer:
at the door
here and now
occupying its space
here and now
with us, house-bound,
found drifting from the drifts
of winter
to sleep
perchance to dream
to dream
perchance to fly | |
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Posted: 1/8/2005 4:18:00 AM | Strength and Traquil Mind
Confusion, denial these are what I've been through.
Suffering long and hard we've all been through something similar in our lives.
Letting go of something that we never really had.
The mess of our regrets we hold accountable.
Loneliness and content how can it be
when I'm not alone?
Working to a common goal,
only one of which will keep me straight on the right road.
Feathers and wings bed me,
for when I fall and you hold me when it hurts or pick me up,
guiding me back to the nest where I belong.
Silence and solitude work during these times
Giving me the strength and tranquil mind. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2005 4:22:10 AM | Sweet child
Sweet child giver of love
it is you that keeps me humble
sweet child giver of hope
it is you that keeps me going day to day
sweet child of faith
it is your innocence that keeps me believing
sweet child of play
it is you that keeps me young
sweet child of dreams
it is you that keeps my nightmares at bay
sweet child of night
it is you that protects me from the evil is sought
sweet child of desire
it is you that burns bright as a fire
sweet child of envy
it is you that keeps me balanced an in check
sweet child of life
it is you that keeps me safe and secure. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2005 7:04:51 AM | EMPTINESS
This morning,
at breakfast,
I sensed you.
My eyes closed,
I heard your voice.
I smiled.
Halfway through breakfast,
I turned, and there you were.
With the boldness of a poet,
you offered me a breast.
Breakfast going cold,
I savoured the taste of you.
Atop the roof,
the dove cooed,
and I heard you sighing,
but I knew.
I knew:
This morning,
you were no more tangible
than the words as yet
unformed in a game
of Scrabble.
This morning,
I did not finish my plate.
I could not.
And it was not
for the lack of emptiness. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2005 7:06:19 AM | MY ANGEL
An angel came and called my name
Sent down from God above
In no time flat I knew in that
The wonder that was Love
That angel’s voice made me rejoice
That heaven could be mine
Despite the night I saw the light
Than angel made me shine
With thankful heart I’ve made an art
Of saying what I feel
And God knows well I’m here to tell
This angel is for real | |
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Posted: 1/8/2005 7:07:18 AM | NOT A CHANCE
If life were but some happenstance
Then purely we’d have met by chance
And in such case the random dove
As much a chance for me to love
Oh but to think it could be so
An equal chance that I’d not know
The wondrous soul I cling to me
And long to love eternally
If life were such a chancy thing
I’d want no more for it to bring
Perchance I’d lose as I might do
A second split away from you | |
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Posted: 1/8/2005 7:12:44 AM | | Beautiful Poetic...especially "My Angel" so many poems have various meanings to others. This one does have great meaning to me. Thank you and good morning. | |
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Posted: 1/8/2005 7:16:07 AM | By Love's Eternal Trust
Let me abide by love's eternal vow,
the one I made upon a sudden eve,
that I should love no less than I do now,
That you, my Muse, forever should believe!
Let me now stand upon the mountain tall
and holler loud to shake and shatter trees;
let stones dislodge and from the summit fall,
to stun the world at words the likes of these!
Let me then say the very things I feel,
that I myself should walk away in awe:
the little boy upon that Ferris Wheel
yet sees the world while sipping through a straw!
Let me abide by love's eternal trust,
till love itself is vanquished into dust! | |
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