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thesunandthesea

Let’s fly to Neverland! (A Terzanelle)

Though I’m not Peterpan not Ariel or the Angel of glory
Tonight I’ll come to your dreams take you to Neverland
Where we can never grow old so come with me!

In the Neverland I will make you be the better man
We will grow wild and free, a breath-taking fantasy
Tonight I’ll come to your dreams take you to Neverland

Under the velvet sky, baby come fly with me
Open your heart spread your wings and that you can fly
We will grow wild and free, a breath-taking fantasy

Way beyond the moon if the moonlight makes you cry
Your tears of joy I’ll dry by bathing you in the sea
Open your heart spread your wings and that you can fly

I’ll make you see, my love will last for eternity
Tonight when I come to you, let’s fly to Neverland
Your tears of joy I’ll dry by bathing you in the sea

I’ll treat you as my heart, I’ll hold your hand
Though I’m not Peterpan not Ariel or the Angel of glory
Tonight when I come to you, let’s fly to Neverland
Where we can never grow old so come with me!

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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
practicing Terzanelle ^_^


THANK YOU EVERYONE VERY VERY MUCH FOR TAKING TIME TO READ ^_^ I AM AN AMATEUR WRITER... LOL
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thesunandthesea

How can I not love someone like you?(A Terzanelle)

You are my sweet, you’re my morning dew
You’ve colored my life, you take me out of the blue
How can I not love someone like you?

When the skies are blue, you turn it beautiful
When it rains in my heart you come ease the pain
You’ve colored my life, you take me out of the blue

When you’re not around, your love will remain
When I can hardly breathe, you’ll breathe for me
When it rains in my heart, you come ease the pain

You share me the secret, the depth of love for free
You’ve opened the door, held me like no one did before
When I can hardly breathe, you’ll breathe for me

I promise myself, I won’t search for another anymore
Because of you, my life has so much meaning
You’ve opened the door, held me like no one did before

I am your princess, you’re my prince charming
You are my sweet, you’re my morning dew
Because of you, my life has so much meaning
How can I not love someone like you?
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
A very simple poem in Terzanelle form. ^_^ It seems like many people in the poet’s corner write Terzanelle so I don’t want to be out of date, that’s it. ^_^ heehee ^_^

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR TAKING TIME TO READ....THANK YOU VERY MUCH)))
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shadow1950

Carnal Feeling----A Villanelle

My carnal feelings fly sky high
as you walk towards me smiling
turned on I let out a sigh.

Fingers trace down towards my thigh
setting my insides quivering
my carnal feelings fly sky high.

I blush and squirm going all shy
the warm flush setting loose feelings,
turned on, I let out a sigh.

I wilt in your arms ending nigh
as our passions mix exploding
my carnal feelings run high.

Emotions running hot and high
course through veins like streaked lightning
turned on, I let out a sigh.

Slowly the world stops revolving
tensions freed both now quivering
my carnal feelings run high
turned on, I let out a sigh.
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Posted: Oct 2015
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Unknown

THAT WHICH I REQUIRE IS DIRE by ~free cee!~

something out of the ordinary
something unexpected
something i've never done before
something that at the end of the day i could say
hey, that was an exhilerating feeling
doing something out of character for me
i'd like something for someone else to come true
i'd like something wonderful to reach the heart of someone who fully deserves it
i'd like to buy a couple a wondrous dinner and be the waiter to serve it
i'd like to see someone smile at a stranger and I'd hope a stranger's
grin would turn into more
until they're kissing good night at her door
i'd like to do something for someone whose heart is in the same place as mine
i'd like to make a new aquaintance shine
i'd like to walk a mile, sit down by a lake and drink raggae champagne
i'd like to say to someone, "oh, i'm sorry, the raggae champagne made a stain"
i'd like to help eradicate the stain
and if they feel the need i would try to rid them of their pain
i'd like to help someone i don't know with their stress and strain
i'd like something blatantly extravagant to occur
like finding her
a woman un-like so many others who've asked for gems, luxury and floor length fur
i'd like to find someone to make me completely, un-mitigatingly, startling and unexpectedly feel at ease
to forget for a while the threat and debts of my enemies
i'd really like someone remarkably new
Without my being presumptuous,
could that lady be you?
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
a lovely Brit told me today is my birthday so i had to be nice after reading something under a poem i posted about two hours ago, so by now it should be on page 27....the only trouble is yesterday was my birthday, so i needn't be nice today...fret not, a lot more of my anger will be fueld by anxst creeated by contemptable people like most of youi, who propogate more disappointment than successes, because that's what you people do when you give false hope to the hopeless! see you people are limiting my arrogance! ~free!~
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shadow1950

Rodeo~~~~Villanelle

It was a hot and dusty day
the crowd fidgets as it waits
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

howdy folks the announcers say
Raging Tornado in shute awaits
it was a hot and dusty day.

Saddle slipping this and that way
only held in place by weights
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

R.T. chews on his cud of hay
pawing the ground in anger waits
it was a hot and dusty day.

Flies out of shute now comes what may
saddle slips man evacuates
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

Riders distract bull hold at bay
while man slides out and valuates
It was a hot and dusty day
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.
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Posted: May 2015
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Unknown

Cake!

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Hot milk cake with cream cheese icing,
All baked up, ready for slicing.
No boxed mix, this is all from scratch,
Homemade batter in one big batch.

Eggs and milk and sugar and flour,
Just mixin' it up took me an hour.
Baking powder and vanilla,
Please turn the oven on will ya'?

Half an hour to bake it then,
Set on the rack to cool again.
That aroma that fills the air,
Can't resist it's ev'rywhere.

Cream cheese and butter, creamed up good,
Powdered sugar sift, just like it should.
Then some cocoa, vanilla too,
Stir it a while and mix it through.

Plate the cake and frost with care,
Made quite enough with some to spare.
The cake is made, that was my goal,
Just need someone to lick the bowl.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Yeah, it is rather flattish. That's because I don't own an eight inch cake pan. Used a ten inch skillet, hillbilly style! :D
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Unknown

Feeling Our Way

At first communications,
May be a little rough.
Silly misunderstandings,
And other mundane stuff.

But we keep working at it,
And things just might work out.
I'll do my part, I promise,
Of that please have no doubt.

When time passes with no word,
We tend to worry so.
But then we find the reason,
It helps so much to know.

So please don't give up ever,
And neither so will I.
Each storm we two shall weather,
As long as we both try.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
Thinking of someone special...
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Unknown

The Fever

Futbol or soccer, as you will,
By far most popular of all.
But in the States another sport,
Attention grabs of most each fall.

The tackles, blocks, the hits and shots,
So physical, this manly game.
Each Sunday bodies pay the toll,
Each Monday many come up lame.

Emotional investment's key,
Ev'ry fan loyal to their team,
As players try to execute,
What coaches on the sideline scheme.

Some go too far, they smash and burn,
In drunken, rabid revelry.
But most just cheer, high five and yell,
When their home team gains victory.

It's like no other, this I'll say,
Each yard a battle, tooth and nail.
That ball is just a marker as,
The strong and swift each play prevail.

Yes true, it's just a Yankee thing,
Though other's may well understand,
How swept up in the game we get,
As Football Fever sweeps the land.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Apologies to the rest of the world, here it's a Big Deal...
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Unknown

I HAVE A FEELING YOU PARENTS AIN'T LISTENING ~free

the air was sticky and smoggy that night on a Harlem highrise
the only thing that was different was a young kid with bue eyes
he was a youth in search of a peace not found at home
and so the boy with blue eyes was begotten then to roam

he wandered into a world of darkness to seek and to search
having long ago been abandoned by both school and the church
neither education nor religion could comfort him so he took to the road
heading far from the comfort of his family's hearth and abode

so there stared blazingly blue eyes on a rooftop's domain
talking to a black man who could ease the boy's pain
thirty bucks and a handshake would send him on his way
and so he returned to that rooftop every damnable day

long island had raised him but that island wasn't long enough
and middle class madness would leave him with sorrow to rebuf
day after day he'd climb those stairs whereupon the two would meet
a tall black man and a young boy with blue eyes just trying to be discreet

darkness sold his wares by the dollar and the bag
the boy with blue eyes thinking about his toe with a tag
because in Harlem death is an indeterminate threat
and a young boy with blue eyes had better pay every debt

sometimes the air was thinner with a cold winter's night weather
yet and still they dared danger while huddling close together
Harlem had been his tutor and that rooftop his incubator
and here sit i with blue eyes and a habit sixteen long years later
(c) 2011.....free cee!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
YOU MUST KNOW THAT BESIDES ACTING THE ROLE OF A RUDE AND SELF-SERVING POET I ALSO CARE ABOUT EVERYTHING NATURE HAS MADE, ESPECIALLY KIDS WHO THINK STEPPING OVER DEAD BODIES IS COOL, AND THAT EVEN YOUR LITTLE CHILD WITH ANY COLOR EYES COULD WIND UP ON THAT ROOFTOP!
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weemick1960

Love's Own Lullaby

1.
“Love’s Own Lullaby.”

Love sings its song a lover’s lullaby,
so softly it sings right into the heart,
lifting the heart to the midst of love’s sky.

A gentle song it has been from the start,
i see heaven in your beautiful face,
from me the song and vision never part.

Come now within my dreams of silk and lace,
where love it does shine with the brightest light,
Within Elysium dreams shines your grace.

You shall always be beauty to the sight,
always you come to me within my dark,
when i am with you life does shine bright.

Now with you my heart does sing like a lark,
your beauty shines and light is all i see,
now love shall always be more than a spark.

In beautiful dreams you will stand with me,
i now do sip from your lips so divine.
With you in my heart i am ever free,
as i look with love on your eyes that shine.
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
The first poem in my "Poetry For Jill" Series.
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