In the shadows malice and neglect prowl within it
Fear and mistrust stalk quietly waiting to devour
If uncloaked the vision would be tender compassionate
Its words are soothing, tempting, beguiling, empowered
All seeing all consuming it draws the broken spirit
Mesmerising, captivating yet delicately, cleverly malevolent
Camaraderie and empathy woven in silken tongue unfurled
With whom this new sweet impending fellowship perfidy is inherent
Scepticism and uncertainty prevails casting long shadows
Fulfilment and amity within proximity to the tentative open hand
Might potency unbind what they can comprehend and thrive
Unrequited, confined, intrinsic, shrouding genuineness and hope
Treachery and disappointment besmirched sanguinity lost
Glorious, perilous endeavour replenishes abandoned allegiance,
Solitude and seclusion shield the despondent bankrupt heart
Honesty beseeches desperately seeking expectant contentment
To walk wantonly, abandoned and free of lowliness shackles
Rises turbulent, unrestrained, joylessness abandonment
Jeopardy grips vicelike, unbridled trepidation cannot condone
Panicked laboured breath, unrequited excitement for hope
Judgement cast aside reinstates hopeful possibility of joy
Unbridled faith unguarded rises like an ephemeral promise
Human frailty personified, unreciprocated and loveless life
Despoiled and bloodied indignant cynicism, tarnishes expectations
Eternal fervent determination drives optimistic credence home
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
A new friendship
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Unrequited loves stature, stoic, forbidding and so hopelessly bleak
Masculine, vainglorious and ostensibly far too proud to be weak
From loves tender breast, warm and nurturing, with hope and grace
Betrayed dreams and loves eternal expectations, erased from your face
Lost in the raging abyss of true love, besmirched with pain and hatred
Pitilessly torn down and rebuffed without aspiration and left dead and fated
Anger and recrimination for a possibility of hope that lies crushed and broken
From bitter contorted lips, holding back the words of conciliation never spoken
Disappointment pent up sorrow shackled pensively and securely inside
Ebbing away fondness of memories, intensifying a murky obliterating tide
You’re weeping unforgiving heart breaking, cruelly smite viciously through
Your future resolves not to be touched by those who will callously forsake you
To continue life’s journey alone and resentfully bitter without hope and sensation
A squandered future from possible delight, now eluding chance of repatriation
Not to hear the soloist from the crescendo of the symphony playing deep inside
The fire that burns so intensely consuming and devouring all traces of pride
Now your words that taunt and deride the forbidding convention you now affect
There’s no white flag; there can be no surrender, no reach you don’t suspect
What I hear is the shattering of a broken spirit the sound of your breaking heart
The disquiet of that which brought joy of love, but forgot to tell of the searing pain
That the bonding edifice of two souls that intertwine and loves replicas produced
Desirous lust for a burning passion, the spirits easy compliance to be seduced
The fire that burnt so bright is all but extinguished with a destiny not yet quelled
And with life’s inevitable descending shadow and waiting tears welled
Should feigned lament of a love lost and a bitter reproach deflect?
The joy to be loved by you and be rescued from this empty reject
And yet precedent reflections project starkly with redolent clarity
The jagged shards of trampled love’s poignant echo remain in parity
Every torrent chafes a course consuming all that blithely flowed before
The halcyon hazes manifestation weeps for a crippled passion restored
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
Mistrust and resentment can never lead to a happy fulfilment of life
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~> Could I Pen A Pretty Poem ~>
~> Usin' Lots?a Lovely Rhyme ~>
~> If You?ld Be Soo Gracious ~>
~> ?? To Spare A Little Tyme ??
~> By Perusing Back Your Profile ~>
~> To Receive *New* Mail Makes Known ~>
~> Sweet Attributes Of My Friend ~>
~> Takes Time To Pen A Poem !!
~> Love ~> Your New Friend? ~!> David !!
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
I Find It Facinating ~>
That Many May *Look* ~>
~> But ~> Are ~> Too ~>
?Scared?Shy?Busy?
?Apprehensive?Repulsed?
?`Just To Say: Hello ?!!
?What!s ?The ?Deal ?!!
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?mercy?s?of?angels?
=>sez>=>!she?>can?t>wait!
~>sweet~>poems=>?for!me^!
>this>doth>do>neg>ate>
+and+the=>rest>uz>ya>2two!
>!scuse!>me!>!scuse>u!
~>it!s~>like!=>!tis~as!
~>!i!=>al~>ready>sez!
?could?i?=>?pen?
=>a>pur>dy>po>em?
=>?when?i!z!al!ready!haz!
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
=>laaaaaaaud>`a`=>?mercy!
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Who is this nymph?
My back was turned towards her,
Some instinct told me to turn,
As I turned, I saw her,
Who is this nymph?
Her playful smile danced across the air and kissed me,
It was as if a gentle ray from the sun touched my cheek and warmed it,
Her eyes were pools of laughter,
The message they sent me was, ‘I’m so glad to see you.”
Who is this nymph?
Her red hair was ablaze with the sun’s glory,
As it shone behind her,
She was not running towards me,
No, she wafted, light-footed into my arms,
Who is this nymph?
She threw her arms around me,
And planted a sensual kiss on my stunned lips,
Is this the friend I was meeting?
Or some nymph sent by the gods to tease me?
Who is this nymph?
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
A delightful Houston, interlude. It was great while it lasted, I let her go though, the call of Africa was too strong in those days...
C'est la vie...
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!i!like!the!way~>
*u*~>^feel^~>the~>beeeze~>
='n=>*jot*=>^it>_down~>
~>!with~>!such^~>!ease!~>
=>'n->run->^it>thru->
>my>hair>to>please!
>to>^sky^>my>thoughts!>
=>far>^up^!above!>
!and~>flOat~>me>on~>
!those!^wings^!of=doves!
+ love = david
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
*U*~>gO!
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The singer…
She took our breath away with the simultaneous beauty of her body and her voice,
She splashed onto the stage, young, vibrant, confident, alluring, and very enchanting,
Like a master-weaver, she began drawing us into her world,
Smiling that inimitably, sparkling smile,
Waving those magical, delicate hands and fingers of hers,
Using them like an illusionist to create an ambiance of romantic expectancy,
Her hauntingly beautiful voice, settled upon us, enveloping us in a bubble of charged electricity,
Her eyes were black, mysterious pools,
Having the ability to absolutely rivet one’s attention,
As she easily, skilfully and playfully put us all in a trance,
From which we did not want to emerge,
As we basked in her intoxicating fragrance.
Heaven, Oh heaven, suddenly she glided across the room and touched me,
I, possessed by some primal and Neanderthal urge,
Seized her in my arms, twirled her around for what seemed like an eternal moment of paradise,
Before I reluctantly, very reluctantly, gently placed her feet back on the ground,
Sigh, as her mermaid body detached from mine,
A part of me went with her,
A part of her stayed with me,
To always bring a sad smile on this tired, old Satyr’s lips.
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
A beautiful nite, in the heart of Africa, enjoyed with dear friends...
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~it!s~so~fun~
~and~it!s~easy~
~yeah~>it!s~easy~
~so~easy~to~do~
~and~it!s=>fun!=>too<=
=>!i!m=>^soo^=>!hap^py!<=
!i!m=soo=hap~py!for~you!
~yeah~`yeah`~^ye^ah^~
=>!i!told=>!tja!
=>ya=no!=>!it!s=>true<=
!i!stand!alone!
>in>that>croud>
>i!m>stand>in^>a>bove>
~>!my!sweet!~>!love!~>
>de>ceit>'n>jel>ous>y>
>de>lete>it>from>da>
!main>frame!
>cuz>ya>no>
>!truth!ll!go!!
>set>in'>ya>free>
>can>t>stand>in>the>way>
~yeah~it!s~fun!~my~hun~
?can!t!cha!feel!it!
=love!is=in!the!air!
=>!i!told=>!tja!
?=>see<=>ya=<!
!=>luv<=>ya<=!
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Posted: Feb 2010
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Author: Unknown
It's nice to meet such a wonderful man
Who always does the best he can
To keep his morals and values pure
With a hardship in life he must endure
He keeps on pushing forward in spite
Of all the turmoil that shadows his light
He knows in the end he won't regret
The life he is choosing to live as yet
As he ponders what it's like to see
His new life will be all that it can be
He's touched by the words I freely share
He knows that I will always be there
To see him through his difficult time
Without any reason or even rhyme
It's not important how that is
What's important to me is how he lives....
Love Always
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
Upon contemplating the man of my dreams I write these words that feel so wonderful. It dawns on me that he is special and a gift to me. A lot of people will relate to these words I believe because the poem is universal in nature.
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Author: Unknown
roses are red violets are blue looking for someone how about you,looking for someone to be true
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Posted: Feb 2010
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