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online today!Dance With Me . . .
To this song, amongst some others,
will you take my hand and dance with me ?
To feel your cheek against mine,
to graze your skin all over my own, Sweetie,
as you whisper love's timeless endearments
as sweet and deep as aged red wine ...
Will you dance with me slowly,
.... as you gently pull me closer...?
As I feel your beating heart so near,
when my own starts to flutter ever so faster ...
Will you dance with me
as you become my dearest Darling ... ?
When I sometimes will
that I could make Time stand still,
and just bask in your loving
which to the deepest part of me
blesses with indescribable thrill ...
Will you dance with me to this song
and some more other ...
so through the years , this flame in my heart
will not flicker out but, instead,
grow all the more stronger ...
So as I live through my life's remaining chapter,
I can put a period to its last sentence
with the sketch of a heart , in memory of my times
with my dearly beloved lover & partner ....
will you take my hand and dance with me ?
To feel your cheek against mine,
to graze your skin all over my own, Sweetie,
as you whisper love's timeless endearments
as sweet and deep as aged red wine ...
Will you dance with me slowly,
.... as you gently pull me closer...?
As I feel your beating heart so near,
when my own starts to flutter ever so faster ...
Will you dance with me
as you become my dearest Darling ... ?
When I sometimes will
that I could make Time stand still,
and just bask in your loving
which to the deepest part of me
blesses with indescribable thrill ...
Will you dance with me to this song
and some more other ...
so through the years , this flame in my heart
will not flicker out but, instead,
grow all the more stronger ...
So as I live through my life's remaining chapter,
I can put a period to its last sentence
with the sketch of a heart , in memory of my times
with my dearly beloved lover & partner ....
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Inspired by listening toThinking Out Loud"
https://youtu.be/lp-EO5I60KA
" Perfect"
https://youtu.be/s9Vv98dituA
Times aren’t so good
you hung up the phone
tears streamed down your face
You relayed the news
I already knew
The cancer had spread
Not much to be said
The cold rain
It falls like tears down on my heart
In private I cry until the tears run dry
My big brother-you will always be
You ask who will be there for you
I will
Who will hold your hand
I will
Who will help you
I will
Nothing will ever change the love I have for you
I stand with you
I stand by you
I stand beside you
I feel your pain
as if it were my own
XX
tears streamed down your face
You relayed the news
I already knew
The cancer had spread
Not much to be said
The cold rain
It falls like tears down on my heart
In private I cry until the tears run dry
My big brother-you will always be
You ask who will be there for you
I will
Who will hold your hand
I will
Who will help you
I will
Nothing will ever change the love I have for you
I stand with you
I stand by you
I stand beside you
I feel your pain
as if it were my own
XX
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
I have great admiration for you. I believe with strength and prayer we’re gonna get through this together. I love you so much my big brotherhim .
moving stars
yes, that morning, very early morning
when stars still bright and shinning
I saw them clear
the stars were moving, moving?
I knew it, flying objects are for real
I need not NASA to tell me
what is out there.
when stars still bright and shinning
I saw them clear
the stars were moving, moving?
I knew it, flying objects are for real
I need not NASA to tell me
what is out there.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Stars. but not so fast.House of Burden
This house of burden, the house where I live
has become a burden
a burden of proof, burden as it
none-the-less, I live with it, thou, I could do better
this world of ours, once again rotating on this crisis
crisis comes and go, 2008, I let it go
but, in the meantime with this one, can't deploy
like if this one's toy
mesmerizes me more, and whore, my dear tomboy
wish could humbly be done
towards a better place "in the sun"
another time, thou, not too late, I hope.
has become a burden
a burden of proof, burden as it
none-the-less, I live with it, thou, I could do better
this world of ours, once again rotating on this crisis
crisis comes and go, 2008, I let it go
but, in the meantime with this one, can't deploy
like if this one's toy
mesmerizes me more, and whore, my dear tomboy
wish could humbly be done
towards a better place "in the sun"
another time, thou, not too late, I hope.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
Thinking like them. But the crisis is real.
online today!Ancient Astronauts
There was an Ancient Astronaut,
Who was floating up on high,
He spied the puny Earthlings,
With his telescopic eye.
In a galaxy far older,
Than the one that we are in,
He saw men fly to the Moon,
In spaceships of shiny tin.
The astronaut, (he thought),
'Well, that is a good start,
But these people are still primitive,
And some they have no heart'.
'If the best of them can find a way,
To travel 'cross the void,
Then to burn with Earth's destruction,
Is a fate they may avoid'.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
Who was floating up on high,
He spied the puny Earthlings,
With his telescopic eye.
In a galaxy far older,
Than the one that we are in,
He saw men fly to the Moon,
In spaceships of shiny tin.
The astronaut, (he thought),
'Well, that is a good start,
But these people are still primitive,
And some they have no heart'.
'If the best of them can find a way,
To travel 'cross the void,
Then to burn with Earth's destruction,
Is a fate they may avoid'.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
I have CROWNAFFAIR (over in the blogs section) to thank, for the inspiration, for this poem........
online today!ALTERED EGO
Mirror mirror on the Ceiling,
Explain to me this peculiar feeling
As I gaze into this reflective glass,
I recall the time I Tanned your a**
Towering astride in my leather Gear
The Countess is present she's really here
Strong and formidable kinky too
She's a lot to handle for a guy like you
Mirror mirror on the Ceiling explain to me what you're revealing
This woman I see in the reflection
Is it truly me
Or self-deception
Mirror mirror
on the Ceiling
Who's this guy at my feet
kneeling
Massaging my toes with frankincenseand & myrrh
Who'd believe this would actually occur
Once a woman oppressed subjugated and demeaned
Now takes flight
after being quarantined
Agile winged Crane
Soaring new hights
The released child thrives whilst the flame ignites
Mirror mirror
on the Ceiling
You now bring comfort
and therapeutic healing
Explain to me this peculiar feeling
As I gaze into this reflective glass,
I recall the time I Tanned your a**
Towering astride in my leather Gear
The Countess is present she's really here
Strong and formidable kinky too
She's a lot to handle for a guy like you
Mirror mirror on the Ceiling explain to me what you're revealing
This woman I see in the reflection
Is it truly me
Or self-deception
Mirror mirror
on the Ceiling
Who's this guy at my feet
kneeling
Massaging my toes with frankincenseand & myrrh
Who'd believe this would actually occur
Once a woman oppressed subjugated and demeaned
Now takes flight
after being quarantined
Agile winged Crane
Soaring new hights
The released child thrives whilst the flame ignites
Mirror mirror
on the Ceiling
You now bring comfort
and therapeutic healing
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
This poem was inspired by the fairy tale mirror mirror on the wall...I thought mirror mirror on the ceiling would be a nice adult Twist.
This was part of a project where we were decorating mirrors...
My full length mirror was decorated fit for Freddie Mercury... and was exhibited at the Alley Theatre Strabane
online today!Nobby
Oh Nobby I am so sorry
That you were born to be a boy
To be toughened up
For my parents to destroy
Punch after punch Blow after blow
From a boxer in the army
Daddy beat you up
Into an emotional Tsunami
So when you grew up
You flipped your wig
Beating up everyone
You felt really big
Your wife and three daughters
Had to go into hiding
Yet her dad was the only one
She could confide in
Bashing on his door
Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"
Threatening the old man
With a petrol chainsaw knife
Smashing up his van
By ramming yours into his
Terrifying the neighbours
And your own kids
The hatred that was in you
Wouldn’t allow you any peace
Until your father-in-law
Lifted the shotgun
And the double barrel he released
He blew away your head
While you were rolling a cigarette
Outside a London police station
Without a single regret
He received two years sentence
Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt
I visited him in prison
With cigarette papers and some snout
I just wanted to hear his story
Letting him know I bare no grudge
To bring him my forgiveness
As God is the only judge
He may have pulled the trigger
Of that double barrelled gun
Yet who loaded the ammunition?
Yes my dad and my mum
That you were born to be a boy
To be toughened up
For my parents to destroy
Punch after punch Blow after blow
From a boxer in the army
Daddy beat you up
Into an emotional Tsunami
So when you grew up
You flipped your wig
Beating up everyone
You felt really big
Your wife and three daughters
Had to go into hiding
Yet her dad was the only one
She could confide in
Bashing on his door
Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"
Threatening the old man
With a petrol chainsaw knife
Smashing up his van
By ramming yours into his
Terrifying the neighbours
And your own kids
The hatred that was in you
Wouldn’t allow you any peace
Until your father-in-law
Lifted the shotgun
And the double barrel he released
He blew away your head
While you were rolling a cigarette
Outside a London police station
Without a single regret
He received two years sentence
Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt
I visited him in prison
With cigarette papers and some snout
I just wanted to hear his story
Letting him know I bare no grudge
To bring him my forgiveness
As God is the only judge
He may have pulled the trigger
Of that double barrelled gun
Yet who loaded the ammunition?
Yes my dad and my mum
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990I have performed this poem for performance poetry
In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts.
Launch Complex 34
Long ago,
the rockets roared.
from this place,
to Space above.
Now the pad lies empty and still,
"Abandon In Place" stenciled black
upon this place of dreams on high,
the echos still cross the night sky,
the voices heard "Ignition!" "Liftoff!"
although the speakers long left for
the Undiscovered Country,
and reached its shore.
Cold concrete and steel with a soul,
Of triumphs and tragedies long ago.
For Grissom, White, and Chaffee,
who never got to go.
Now the complex silent,
Except for the winds that sigh,
Somewhere the three are together,
Forever heroes on high.
the rockets roared.
from this place,
to Space above.
Now the pad lies empty and still,
"Abandon In Place" stenciled black
upon this place of dreams on high,
the echos still cross the night sky,
the voices heard "Ignition!" "Liftoff!"
although the speakers long left for
the Undiscovered Country,
and reached its shore.
Cold concrete and steel with a soul,
Of triumphs and tragedies long ago.
For Grissom, White, and Chaffee,
who never got to go.
Now the complex silent,
Except for the winds that sigh,
Somewhere the three are together,
Forever heroes on high.
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
On January 27, 1967, NASA astronauts Virgil I. Grissom, Edward H. White, II, and Roger B. Chaffee were aboard an Apollo spacecraft and Saturn IB rocket for what was supposed to be routine ground testing of the systems. America was heading for the Moon, and all-up testing was designed to ensure spacecraft functions, the Launch Control Center, and other critical pieces required to get to the Moon. The test was considered non-hazardous.A 100% oxygen-fed fire ignited in their Command Module, and all three perished in just a few minutes as launch pad personnel desperately tried to open the multi-layered hatch which was designed to be hard to remove to preserve spacecraft hull integrity. Others tried to fight the fire while rescue crews arrived, but it was to no avail.
Launch Complex 34 was decommissioned after the manned Apollo 7 launch, and the launch platform left as part of a memorial to the astronauts. In honor of their lost lives, NASA also deemed that the astronauts should be forever honored by honoring their crew name of Apollo 1, which would have been the first manned Earth-orbit flight for the Command and Service Modules. Their official mission patch is black-bordered in publicity photos of the men taken before their deaths, rather than do afterwards in memoriam.
Some 55 years after their deaths, the LC-34 platform still stands, with two plaques honoring the men attached to the platform legs, as well as additional memorial information added to the site.
Near The Lonely Zone
Entangled entrapped and alone
I find myself in danger
Near the lonely zone
Not even the birds fly today
I have no hot air balloon I'm just marooned in this hideaway
Few have known near the lonely zone
If I had music perhaps I could plan an escape or at least try
Sometimes music can take you high
Not even the sound of a breeze in this place so I sigh
A slight feeling of despair there's a chilling of the air
The evening is almost gone
And darkness has arrived near the lonely zone
Make myself a drum with old an log and sticks on a trail but to no avail
So I'm waiting for the moon to come along
Please shine moonbeams on me as I am near the lonely zone
I find myself in danger
Near the lonely zone
Not even the birds fly today
I have no hot air balloon I'm just marooned in this hideaway
Few have known near the lonely zone
If I had music perhaps I could plan an escape or at least try
Sometimes music can take you high
Not even the sound of a breeze in this place so I sigh
A slight feeling of despair there's a chilling of the air
The evening is almost gone
And darkness has arrived near the lonely zone
Make myself a drum with old an log and sticks on a trail but to no avail
So I'm waiting for the moon to come along
Please shine moonbeams on me as I am near the lonely zone
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Posted: Jun 2022
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i want to go home
where is my mom?
i want to go home.
Everyone gone,
i want to go home.
where are my friends ?
i want to go home,
why am i alone?
i want to go home,
where is my dog?
i want to go home,
just where am I?
i want to go home.
i am cold and hungry.
i want to go home,
i miss my family,
i want to go home.
who are you ?
reading my poem,
dont leave me alone,
i want to go home !
i want to go home.
Everyone gone,
i want to go home.
where are my friends ?
i want to go home,
why am i alone?
i want to go home,
where is my dog?
i want to go home,
just where am I?
i want to go home.
i am cold and hungry.
i want to go home,
i miss my family,
i want to go home.
who are you ?
reading my poem,
dont leave me alone,
i want to go home !
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
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