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Loved your poem, James.

Faithful In Blue
by RainbowSlider

Faithful in blue; The reason is you.
Our dance was true; I have dry eyes, too.
I dance alone but once I danced with you.
I still hear the band but the music is gone.

Faithful in black; Our love has come back.
Our dance was true but I cried for you.
I danced by your side; You were my pride.
I still hear the band and the music plays on.

Faithful in red; I know that you are dead.
Our dance was divine; I remember each line.
Twirling across the floor and so much more.
I still hear the band and the music is mine.

Faithful in white; You were such a sight.
Our dance goes on; I remember the song.
Dancing each night; Dancing each day.
The orchestra plays on and we still sway.

Faithful in Grey; It is dark but a new day.
A dance for you; Cheers for the dance.
I bow to you and thanks for the dance.
I still hear the band and the music was ours.

Soul Rider
by RainbowSlider

Grim rides a pale horse with a twinkle in one eye.
The sun beats down from a lonely desert hot sky.
Sweat is dripping off his brow as he lets out a sigh.
A rattlesnake slithers but his horse just rides on by.

A dusty ride but Grim knows his way; Its his trail.
He rides in desolation; He knows he must not fail.
This appointed time; His message is a type of mail.
He is one of four riders; Dried bones, a type of hell.

"Why me?" He asks but under his breath real low.
"Why do I have to be the chaser of departed soul?"
The land of dried bones echoes as the sand blows.
He can hear the lonely sound for who the bell tolls.

Ashes and sand but he can remember being a man.
But it was long ago; He can barely remember human.
He rides through the night and day; It isn't grand.
There is never any sleep but nobody understands.

The crow perches on his shoulder the flies away.
He smiles at it for he, too is just a creature of prey.
His horse ninnies and he knows that he can't stay.
He hopes someday that it won't have to be this way.

For Lokesh Vashishth because he says my poems are sad, lol.

Winking With You
by RainbowSlider

I just love winking with you.
The flips my heart goes through.
You blow kisses, then I blush.
I know its a just a silly crush.
But to you is it much more?
Not love, yet still I can't ignore.
Is it something that I'm missing?
Its not really what I call kissing.
Is it an act of of human compassion?
Its not really what I call passion.
I just love winking with you.
The flips my heart goes through.

You Have That Loving Touch
by RainbowSlider

With eyes of love you look right through me.
When you hold my hand; It thrills my soul.
That special look you give is like a fantasy.
Without words you gesture and I know.

A firm grip but holding me softly I feel.
The essence of you as you take me.
Take me to a place on that rocky hill.
Your words of freedom are my sanity.

You have guided me in a quest for truth.
I have searched for meaning of things.
So many times I have looked for proof.
You are the shine that morning brings.

Your caress is so soft and is good.
You have been there so many times.
You remind me of fine sandalwood.
Your words give my poems rhymes.

When alone I think of your life here.
You are with me when I began to call.
I feel much better when you are near.
With you near I don't have to fall.

No matter what...you will alway have time to write. And, that is most excellent!

Time ago met minds of likewise
Seems long and long
but a season or more only

bringing love, sight
and wisdom to fore
a bond of solid truth

Your smile lit up
your tears held with mine
these things will last forever

it is said somewhere
kindreds know of each other
through passages of time

Awakened, or in slumber
souls met well
again this will be so

distance is measured
yet, a word, merely
and mine remembers mind...

=o)

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing, Nene.

Thank you for the vote of confidence.

The Joy Of Tears
by RainbowSlider

That one can be felt human and not a mere rock.
To be part of nature not a machine with a clock.
Soaring through the wind on wings stretched out.
Gliding like the eagle with the feathers all about.
With no walls within or without but just flesh.
High on a mountaintop feeling the refresh.
For one moment seeing the world as it is.
No reason or rhyme but just a new kiss.
The hug of life and its wonderful embrace.
Coldness of wind and frost on the face.
A miracle of life and something to behold.
Looking far below as all of the world unfolds.
The wonder of life and just being born.
A new existence in a shell that was torn.
Contemplating all that was before and now.
Everything so different from here somehow.
Time is never wasted in all the long years.
I wake from the death; The joy of tears.