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Closeness.
A nervous night of hoping heart.
I make him,
He makes me.
satisfaction,
Of blending needs.
All rolled into starting a new day.
Then graciously,
Humbly,
We thank each other.
That night shall,
Forever be ours.
I make him,
He makes me.
satisfaction,
Of blending needs.
All rolled into starting a new day.
Then graciously,
Humbly,
We thank each other.
That night shall,
Forever be ours.
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Posted: Jun 2013
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Closenmess.
Who are you all
Oh!at last hath asked thee,fall thine heart for....
And days of love begins,Thou ask thee love more.
But best bestow do care,And love gets all grow....
And thou stay all same for,Am alone,by every throw.
Thou magic all what else,Not did ever before thine....
And thee searched everywhere,One love call be mine.
But world worthe never mine,When ask for all return....
And thou near such to thee,Stolen heart wouth warn.
And days of love begins,Thou ask thee love more.
But best bestow do care,And love gets all grow....
And thou stay all same for,Am alone,by every throw.
Thou magic all what else,Not did ever before thine....
And thee searched everywhere,One love call be mine.
But world worthe never mine,When ask for all return....
And thou near such to thee,Stolen heart wouth warn.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Poem is written for the one imagination of love one seeking to have manner by thirsting to have in life....
of the field
consider...
behold...
be...hold...
in your hand,
gently...delicately
stemming from considerations
you have regarding
the petals, her petals
oh the stamen
you fragrant pollinator
engrained into life
bring the scents close
right under your nose
now, close your eyes
inhale, smell the life
open now, awash
arms spread wide
encircled life's field
as far as can be
what can become of this?
see the growth...
no effort or yarn made,
so no solemn a man, sown
to smell her scents
wafting on her airy breezes
wholly in the moment
here...in the field
that well knows the glory
endowed in the meadow of days
© agoodguy2have 2011-01-20
behold...
be...hold...
in your hand,
gently...delicately
stemming from considerations
you have regarding
the petals, her petals
oh the stamen
you fragrant pollinator
engrained into life
bring the scents close
right under your nose
now, close your eyes
inhale, smell the life
open now, awash
arms spread wide
encircled life's field
as far as can be
what can become of this?
see the growth...
no effort or yarn made,
so no solemn a man, sown
to smell her scents
wafting on her airy breezes
wholly in the moment
here...in the field
that well knows the glory
endowed in the meadow of days
© agoodguy2have 2011-01-20
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Posted: Jan 2011
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st patrick
the fairest saint
in all our lands
hail glorious st patrick
from crosses to holy wells
serpents he did banish
hail glorious st patrick
the kids they paint themselves in green
as irish
we have our shamrock
hail glorious st patrick
he gave us paddy as a name
proud of you st patrick
hail glorious
to you st patrick
in all our lands
hail glorious st patrick
from crosses to holy wells
serpents he did banish
hail glorious st patrick
the kids they paint themselves in green
as irish
we have our shamrock
hail glorious st patrick
he gave us paddy as a name
proud of you st patrick
hail glorious
to you st patrick
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Posted: Mar 2013
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Speak To Me
Meet me in the in-between
With frozen lips and gasoline
The promise of the day is what you bring
It's the strangest thing
Burning brides and idle hands
Can't keep us from the things we planned
The promise of a song is on the air
What it's like to never care
Fall into the song and dance
Of holding out for happenstance
But I don't wanna take that chance
So come and speak to me
Sweet surrender on the line
Now it's time to say "I'm fine"
We'll see each other one more time
C'mon and speak to me
Throwin' stones and palindromes
Will keep us from the things we own
The promise of a life is what we share
And will you ever care?
Won't you come and stand with me
The one above will set you free
The promise of the day you'll see
So come and speak to me.
With frozen lips and gasoline
The promise of the day is what you bring
It's the strangest thing
Burning brides and idle hands
Can't keep us from the things we planned
The promise of a song is on the air
What it's like to never care
Fall into the song and dance
Of holding out for happenstance
But I don't wanna take that chance
So come and speak to me
Sweet surrender on the line
Now it's time to say "I'm fine"
We'll see each other one more time
C'mon and speak to me
Throwin' stones and palindromes
Will keep us from the things we own
The promise of a life is what we share
And will you ever care?
Won't you come and stand with me
The one above will set you free
The promise of the day you'll see
So come and speak to me.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Meeting in the middle of love.The song
Hail and greetings Muse of poesy,
I wish to write a poem.
Of interest and beauty
I see no great item
Perhaps the time is not
But ah!
My soul sings a song
“There is no time
You are timeless
You have forgotten
How you roamed the earth
Aye and space itself
Many planets many wars
You don’t remember
Dark deeds
But sacrifices
Which ere now
Hold you in esteem
And debt”.
I wish to write a poem.
Of interest and beauty
I see no great item
Perhaps the time is not
But ah!
My soul sings a song
“There is no time
You are timeless
You have forgotten
How you roamed the earth
Aye and space itself
Many planets many wars
You don’t remember
Dark deeds
But sacrifices
Which ere now
Hold you in esteem
And debt”.
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Posted: Mar 2014
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Rare Earths
Deep below ground crystals are forming
their matrix and brilliance unknown
No names yet assigned to any single one
Above ground are their counterparts
Michelangelo most mindful in omitting
the spark between the two fingertips
their matrix and brilliance unknown
No names yet assigned to any single one
Above ground are their counterparts
Michelangelo most mindful in omitting
the spark between the two fingertips
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
Good and Happy Holidays to all !
Layed Out
Looking out the window I
see the beautiful country
that is in front of me.
Laid out across this scene
I see different for all to
see of greenery rising up
from the ground to the sky
as if to meet and say hello.
A little brown thrown in to
break up the monotony.
In the sky the blue is
coming down to meet you.
The world that God created
for us is full of color for
all to see.
Just how magnificent this
land can be. For the Lord
created all that is in front
of me and all that I see.
This is his land and I'm a
servant in his hands.
Wanting to be working only
for my father who is watching
over me. May he bless for all
that I do and say to praise
him in my own way.
For he is the God above
showing me his love today
and always.
see the beautiful country
that is in front of me.
Laid out across this scene
I see different for all to
see of greenery rising up
from the ground to the sky
as if to meet and say hello.
A little brown thrown in to
break up the monotony.
In the sky the blue is
coming down to meet you.
The world that God created
for us is full of color for
all to see.
Just how magnificent this
land can be. For the Lord
created all that is in front
of me and all that I see.
This is his land and I'm a
servant in his hands.
Wanting to be working only
for my father who is watching
over me. May he bless for all
that I do and say to praise
him in my own way.
For he is the God above
showing me his love today
and always.
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Posted: Jan 2013
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The Scream
Into the void
The open space
Light darkens surrounds
To the deafening
Noise
One coverts ones ears
to the noise that
increases
One is consumed by sound
Hands to ears
scream at the sounds to stop tormenting
scream consumed by sound
The open space
Light darkens surrounds
To the deafening
Noise
One coverts ones ears
to the noise that
increases
One is consumed by sound
Hands to ears
scream at the sounds to stop tormenting
scream consumed by sound
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Posted: Aug 2016
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~A Bad Dream~
Haunting, daunting.. perhaps merely a dream..
A myriad of not so quite silent screams..
The essense of evil.. as blasphemy coated it's ugly self
like putrid cursed words on a profanely painted shelf..
Sarcasm slithered like vile snakes on the ground..
Forked tongue,pointed directly at all who abound..
The escape route is closely guarded
No chance you will win..
Abandon all hope,
All ye that enter in.
A myriad of not so quite silent screams..
The essense of evil.. as blasphemy coated it's ugly self
like putrid cursed words on a profanely painted shelf..
Sarcasm slithered like vile snakes on the ground..
Forked tongue,pointed directly at all who abound..
The escape route is closely guarded
No chance you will win..
Abandon all hope,
All ye that enter in.
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Posted: Dec 2011
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