| evolution
Posted: 1/28/2008 6:11:08 PM | for once a heart
an instance
a moment
Once held,near-perfect meld
Evolution millinium dream caught
Set in the movie all eyes watching
Commercial break...
I HAVE learnt this tonight
allow your movie to continue Celestial... | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival - NEW!
Posted: 1/29/2008 3:07:33 AM | Black Swan
I watch in awe at the beauty of the sight,
As you come like a silent silloette etched in light,
Dark shadows tipped in white,
Strong wingbeats caught in flight,
You surge swiftly thru the bright eastern sky,
And gave me no time to wish you goodbye
By Jeanie | |
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| brought home from first line, last line
Posted: 1/29/2008 10:04:36 PM | "Alive in me still " was simply resonant ....
for this silverswan,
who living has known no note,
only as death approaches
has unlocked her silent throat
leaning my breast here
on your reedy shore
may i sing my first songs
and my last
and then sing no more? | |
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| brought home from first line, last line
Posted: 1/30/2008 9:12:35 PM | THE NEW DAWN
Suddenly into the starlit sky gently sail,
Pearly pink irradecent fingers of light,
lifting like a a soft gossamere veil,
The ebony black shroud of night,
Dew dusted grass glistens in silent splendor,
The silken cord of a spiders orb trembles in anticipated delight,
As the dawn chorus does nights long silence render,
A gentle breeze stirs and over the land does play,
And life begins to pulse with a love so tender,
As the sun rises regally to claim the new day.
by jeanie | |
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| The Torch
Posted: 2/22/2008 1:40:57 PM | The Torch
I loved a woman once
Perhaps to some extent I still do
For I have loved no other woman since
In the days betwixt now and then
Nor as much as I loved her
Or any woman before
More than miles separate us now
In the many days since today became yesterday
I am reminded of her constantly
As each day begins Dawn arises to greet me
In both name and spirit
Forever haunting my thoughts
I still carry the torch
A flame be it old and kindled by truths
That will never be extinguished
Despite the vexing winter winds that surround me
In the place that I now call home
So far away from then and her
I have loved no other woman since
Nor as much as I loved her then
At night the Dawn still lingers in my dreams
Forever burning with forgotten passions
Like a torch I will forever carry
Until it consumes me entirely and I fade away | |
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| Toubled Soul
Posted: 3/6/2008 9:00:33 PM | Arch Angels in agony aloft over head
Shed tears of trepidation for the troubled souls below
Asleep alone my free spirit rests for now
Beneath blankets of oblivion her breasts ebb and flow
Bewildered by each beckoning breath
Her dreams diffused by the daze before dawn
Then morning comes and she finds them gone
For many miles she morosely meanders
Between all the maybes and what might have beens
But if maybe means yet another chance to love
I don't know how she could ever say never again
Despite her tears of trepidation over a troubled soul | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 3/7/2008 7:05:46 PM | not as much
he revels in the emotions created by this woman
the sunlight is reflected on her back as she
stretches to release the nights slumber
he cannot remember what his life was like ... before she entered
he knows that without her
there is not as much laughter
not as much delight
not as much...
she catches a glimpse of him watching her as
her arms reach for the ceiling
her body is sore from the lovemaking they've shared
she doesn't think about what her life was like....before he entered
she knows that without him
there is not as much joy
not as much fun
not as much...
a lingering kiss is shared...giving each other
the taste .... the sensation...the emotions
of what they know
what they feel
what they need
and they know...
without the other...
there is not as much
BrwnBeauty | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 3/14/2008 7:48:33 PM | No Redemption
No redemption for the wistfully wicked
Only a pernicious passport into pathos
Resolved to rely on reticent rumblings
No matter the mutters of utter futility
Decadence dissuades the doubting Thomas
Undermining the turning of stones in atonement
Forcing a faulty foundation to founder flawlessly
On the whipping waves of an emotional doldrum
Faltering and flailing they flee forlorn
Forever haplessly hopeless albeit humbled
To mourn morosely in conceited self condolence
Till ash again begets an ashen pallor
Over all they ever taste and touch
Such is the bitter fruit of misbegotten intentions
There is no redemption for the wistfully wicked | |
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| Free Verse Poetry Festival -everybody welcome
Posted: 4/15/2008 1:20:14 PM | This Woman I've Come To Know
Scarlet tresses bathed Summer blond
Like sandy shores of days bygone
Frames porcelain face of infinite grace
Despite a freckle speckled smile
With eyes that call to woe
Any man who does not know
What lies within her timid tender heart
Her bashful laugh or whispered sigh
Will bring a tear to any eye
Of joy
For the simple pleasured shared
By this sharing simple soul
Yet as the miles wander
I am left to ponder
And wonder
About this woman I've come to know | |
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