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Just because it's over
Doesn't mean i don't care
There is such a thing called friendship
That we can both still share

Just because it wasn't right
When we were a pair
Doesn't mean its black an white
As individuals we did spare

Just because life is such
An the the reasons were not there
Our journey was a long one
Many hardships we did stare

Just because you were you
Individual an strong
I was me ...everfree
I could do no wrong

Just because for that very reason
An for many many more
The clash of personalities
Had us both heading for the door

Just because we had kids
We stuck by an by
Living in a fruitful hope
As a garnish to our sigh

Just because you glossened
A very tarnished coat
An never opened your thoughts to me
Only to sit an gloat

Just because you wanted to leave
A very long time ago
I admire your commitment
To finally let go

Just because your happy
In your new life
Doesn't mean i didn't care
An love you as my wife........

Heed the call of Love!

Do you not hear love’s bell striking

Playing it’s tunes of wonder in your heart

Let the warmness of it’s melody

awaken love’s passionate start

Hear the tinkling of love’s romantic call

Hold her close to your heart and kiss her upturned lips

Caress her lips with yours and prove yourself a man

Return her awaiting love, you know she wants it

and you know you can

Feel the sensations of her pulsating breasts against

your manly chest

Place your head upon her opulent cleavage

No longer dream of heaven as you nest

Place her fingers gently within yours

Explore together ~ touch sensuous virginal places

of enchantment

Ignite them with tender fiery touches of love

Place your hand upon her cheek and whisper in her

awaiting ear, of your needy, undying love

Snuggle and cuddle, you know you want too!

Tell her of your love & win her as a loving prize!

she wants & needs you ~ as you want her

She listens hearing the tinkling
of future wedding bells

The Romantic Poet
JimEee

Love
is
Much more
than a warm cosy feeling
More than physical attraction,
or
A chemical reaction
that without rhyme or reason
can strike fast, and hit hard.

Love
is
Perfect imperfection,
unconditional affection.

Love
is
Peace in your mind and spirit
It is where ones heart and soul
contently reside
Without the need or desire
to search for more or
to roam

Love
Means to never feel alone

Love
Is a gift to cherish

Love
to me is
home

Wailing losers you are
liars, users and blind
you fail to recognize
you have no place in this land

Trump is the president
all he does for the people
is serving with purpose to
quash you all

You that are deplorable

Now KAVNAUGH is confirmed
your drama is done
you should all go to hell
and should all be burned

Pelosi, Feinstein
and all the stupid, blind democrats
resign.

[]As I lay in my bed
Music fills in my head
Memories, of you,
Leaves me feeling blue,
As I toss and turn
I, yearn for you
when am I, going to learn
I, need to wait my turn
Today, I saw pictures
Of you and me,
On ,our wedding day
The love, in our eyes
Could, not be disguised
So much love
Can never die
Now, you're with God, above
I hear you singing,
I see your tears,
No, other love compares
to the love, we share
Our thirty-fourth anniversary
Is a short time away
In my head, we dance and sway
Our, son is a mirror image
I see, you in, his eyes
I see ,you in, his smiles
I hear , you, in his laughter
I thank, God for the little piece
Of you, he's given to me
I'm, gonna close my eyes,
go to sleep
Dream, of me, and you,
and the memories
I have to keep.

Tonight I can write the saddest poem,
while thoughts of my passed away father keeps me awake at night,
I am silently praying for his soul to rest in peace,
putting candle light
which moving reflection on the wall playfully dances...
and like a fly in the spider net
Memories of childhood awaken to be chew piece by piece;
the very first thought dance of Vienna Waltz with my father,
and smile to happy time and tears of loss
mixes all up in one spirit mingles...
Opening the door for the soul of memories to float,
while wind moves curtens making small and big wave -swell.
One suppress life is hidden in my garden branches
which scratching swings on the window glass cries
and shakes door of my tearful soul
waving with white handkerchief to memories of my father.

Thoughts of past and present
like cold birds tightens up to each other
and under brown blanket dreaming awake
of rowing boat with my father,
Thrown net, court fishes...
and last time seeing hes face in tears
wishing me luck in last fare well,
dreaming of lost daughter in the white world;
hes whispers in the wind,
calling me back...
and I am whispering back to the wind;
Forgive me father,
Your seeds of fruit spread fare from you ...
I am whole Me only in joined parts of old and new world.

The bells of universe,I am ringing with you,
Bells of seances,and chaos deafen,
In me all is rolling.In me all is shaken;
senses,and consciousness,half dreams and half awaken,
Death ringing,
Love in me ringing to dreams of anchor in man soul,
But man falls like star in abyss....
where rope of anchor slides true the wounded hands,
that can not hold on to rope from abyss.

In me all is ringing...
Bells of tenderness;like a little tear.
Bells of innocence and regrets;
from mercy and from enlightening.
Bells of soul,bells for kind heart
that writes you with loving and compassionate line of pen,
Bells to all Life
and loss...
Bells to all Love,dreams and ideals;
Found
and Lost...

In distant dreams an angel 'oft appears,
In awe she wanders Springtime's vibrant hill,
As wild bird songs exalt with merry cheer,
'Mid lesser celandine and daffodil.

In this majestic slumber I am lost,
Her beauty fair to woo my smitten eye,
From sprouting buds 'till flowers bedecked with frost,
Her lips afar, I wish our kiss be nigh.

My minds eye sees her prance lush meadows green,
While cirrus sky beholds her countenance,
On Nature's throne, she reigns as Noble Queen,
I yearn tread yonder fields in fiery dance.

If I held all my dreams since life begun,
I'd hap'ly fling them all away... but one !

The one who has to be born,
He already exist in the world,
and he will be tight up on Earth
tired and old.
And we will kill him,
but very slow,
with refine torture,
to stop loving us,
to take away our hopes,
to see that in all our experiences of
Cataclysm's
Life mud is up to neck,
and we can't get out of mud
until last farewell is said
To our yesterday mistakes.

We are often victims of our own entangled
Misfortune.
Who is stealing my keys to unlock the door of my fortune?
And death is strangling us around neck,in our mind,
in fears,crazy -passion,
Entangling in self we fall victims
To see hook for hanging
In it's own desires.

Oh dream,sweet dreams
also caries lunatic in his brilliance;
Dream of undying Love,
Dream of undying Loyalty,
doesn't always find man in Man strong
To carry out what he wish for
In another.

Yesterday mistakes
some times gets knitted in present
when awakening old wound,
Self sacrifices also discovers Selfish reasons,
To remind us of our highest position
in the lowest scores...

Don't give yourself fully,
don't attached yourself to things,
you will find the death of feelings in Pain.

Who is walking with me at night like shadow?
Does man carry self in himself to win his awakening?
Much selfishness is entangled with old sorrow that cries;
To run free...
To be understood,to be comforted with care,
But dark is stronger when given week hand.
And perhaps the only hand we need stronger,
Is our own,in balanced thoughts
Flushed with sun,
Accepting our-self,
And find reason - without reason to laugh,
When getting dirty in mud.

Here I am darling
at the center
of my everything,
gazing over a lake
looking upon
silver stars lovingly
dancing inside ripples.

Sparkling in a moving mass
kisses gently
touching deep waters,
blinking diamond thoughts
upon a moon face,
reflections flooding
through the mind
every last one shines
sweetly on
you my love.

On any given day you
Might be touched..
I stir my own ink in
A rusty old pan
A cocktail of ancient
Lore, mixed with the
Delusions of modernity
As I stir I tease the eternal
Verities to the surface of
This visionary stew
I fill my quill with this
Anomalous mixture
I roll out the parchment
That shall receive the
Indictments I inscribe
Upon it
I gather my thoughts
From the dungheap of fools
And from the wisdom of
Spirits held captive
And although my audience
May slumber between the
Pages of time
The clockwork of their
Dreams ever tick to
The final hour
On any given day
We shall awaken