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One night I dreamed of walking green hills
Seeing little people that gave me chills
Following a rainbow to the end
Seeing a pot of gold and a little green man

"Top of the day to you", he said
With a little green hat on his head
"Come closer my dear to me
Come over and rest under the tree"

He said he was a cobbler by trade
As we sat under the tree in the shade
I noticed a black kettle off to the side
With gold coins he guarded with pride

He asked didn’t I want to steal them away
I told him – no – I wasn’t there to prey
He said I had earned 3 wishes for this
So think careful and tell him my list.

The first I asked for a long and healthy life
Second that in the world there no longer be strife
For the last that I wanted 3 wishes more
He laughed and slapped his knee and roared

For I'd found the secret to eternal wishes it seems
To keep using your third wish to fulfill all your dreams



Author: Kathy © March 8, 2019

Once again in the Poet's Corner
Pass the night in a discourse with friends.
If you were a part of poets' forum
You will never regret you have stayed.

I go slowly from poem to poem,
Looking first for the newest ones,
Then go back to familiar verses,
Those that once touched my soul so hard.

Poet's corner is always in motion,
Its contributors take turns in race,
When one part of the world is sleeping,
Then another one picks up the pace.

Poet's Corner is people's refuge,
You're invited - don't need any pass.
Here you meet with old friends, smiling faces,
Here's encouragement, sympathy, love.

You can pass the whole night making comments,
Reading poems, enjoying the rhymes,
Thinking, what is the point poet's making,
Hoping some time you'll write as he does.

Sympathetic and witty comments,
Make you think of the poem twice,
And discussion that's launched over poem
Makes you stay and endure to the last.

Oh, I've learned very much from Poet's Corner,
Never thought would entice me so much.
In my greetings to you, dear poets,
I would wish you success and great love!

Sleep my baby, sleep my dear,
Iav-nanina-o.
It’s still dark, day’s yet not breaking,
Iav-nanina-o.
Nana I’m singing so that you sleep,
Singing you so that quiet you be,
Violet you bore with love in its heart,
Rose with a joy has brought you up.
Should Our Lady’s will be such
That I shall see you grown up,
Delia nana, my little one,
Watching me now with cherubic smile,
Sleep is coming, close your eyes,
Delia-nana-nanao!

I'm not trying to cross any line
But it is so hard, when this life is actually mine
I'm trying to avoid stepping on a mine
But I'm on a minefield, and nothing is fine

The line between life and death seems to be so fine
So don't ask me to hang here, not crossing the line
When my life is hanging on a line so fine
The line has been crossed by someone Divine

I'm trying to keep walking with every step
I'm hoping to live with every breath
I hope that God will hold my hand
And be my guide until the end

I do not know what the end will be
But I still have hope that He's with me
It could end here for me tonight
But if He's with me, I'm gonna be all right

If I do not make it to the end of the line
The only life lost is gonna be mine
But if I do make it to the end of the field
Then I'll enjoy every breath of the wind

I grew up on Mills & Boon
and Barbara Cartland's romance pocketbooks ...
Then loved the romance films
like GHOST and more recently, The Notebook...
My last ever crush when I turned into my late 50's
became Viggo Mortensen
from HIDALGO and RETURN OF THE KING
from that ever so loved trilogy Lord of the Rings ...
Viggo's Prince Aragorn became
my more realistic knight in shining armor & hero ,
no superhuman powers but
with the qualities of The One , all in a row ...
Determined, with a loving heart,
in the face of fear still brave,
with weather beaten good looks,
the kind who ... (like Arwen , his love interest in the same movie) ,
I can love to my grave ...

Late in life, I unexpectedly started to write poems
of romance & sensual intimacy ...
In that way, I am writing my heart's love songs
whether happily or tainted with melancholy ...
I embrace it all
for I want my verses to reflect me , always truthfully ...
But admittedly so,
after all the pocketbook romances, movies,
and now my poems that I can share & show ...
I yearn so much for my own life to give birth
to its real love story that all this waiting for is worth ...
And at this very moment in my life, I truly feel
that I want YOU to be the one
to make that last love story of mine finally real ...

That whatever else can be dealt with,
for it feels we fit so well like that proverbial glove ...
I feel no apprehension ... crippling hesitation...
or nagging doubt...
What there is ... is the gut feeling
that you have what it takes
to fill in everything that, all this time,
I have, unfortunately, gone without ...

I walked a long the weary lane,Of Browning trees as Autumn came.Alone with my dog and black thorn stick, In a nearby field where rabbits sit. They danced and played in the Autumn leaves, That fell like snowflakes from the trees. A burst of speed and a violent roar, And rabbits sit and play no more. A tall pine tree the wind brought down , to lay in contrast with the brown. But the brown again will turn to green, Where Autumn leaves so brown have been.

the sound of silence
its mesmerising nature
peaceful and serene

The willow tree bends its branches, silently, leaves words left unspoken
As the tidal wave of emotion borderlines the freedom with a blissed token
Of release, as I sit quietly, by the lake, beneath the leafy canopy
My headache no longer present, my heartache no longer my burden to carry
Painless tears sweep through my essence, the burden becoming lighter
As my future, that confirmation passes into the sunset only becomes brighter

Unaware I wandered through the dark
Unknowing the void inside my heart
But then you like, a rolling whirly wind
blew the dark away, a new life to begin

I didn't know I was lonely till you found me
With warmth grace, and passion you astound me
Your love surrounds me, now I see
In your wild embrace, I finally feel free

Gone the silent nights and empty days
Now rhythmic rhapsody, show me the way
You brought bright colors to my monochrome sky
A soulful connection I will not, cannot deny

I didn't know I was lonely till you found me
With warmth grace, and passion you astound me
Your love surrounds me, now I see
In your wild embrace, I finally feel free

You breathed new life into my dormant soul
In desire love and trust, together we unfold
With every sensual touch, shared by we two
We create love so rare, so entrancing, so true

I didn't know I was lonely till you found me
With warmth grace, and passion you astound me
Your love surrounds me, now I see
In your wild embrace, I finally feel free

The darkness and the void now belong to the past
A new chapter, a love, a passion. that will forever last
Now that you've unlocked my heart and set my passions free
In your wild embrace, my love, is where I want to be

Ok guys we gotta watch our backs because
the Terrible Three are planning to escape
from their bamboo cages, and they vow
to hogtie us while we sleep.

You know who they are:
Two rebellious maidens from
the north country and one
from the south..
1. 'Godsprincess,' will neither eat
or sleep til she hatches some
dastardly plan to ensure our
captivity. She plans to put yokes
on our necks and march us through
Town forcing us to sing,
'Hail to the Women'.
But you gotta watch her. She'll
sweet talk you till she gets you
close to her cage then she'll
strangle you with her nylons.

2. 'Doglover.' Now with this maiden
you have to sleep with one eye
open. We had to double up on
the guard with this one. She vows
to drag us by our heels from our
tents and force us to do some
wild and crazy dance around the
campfire wearing nothing but
our boxer shorts.

3. 'Southmiami.' This maiden lives
in the south country and you
definitely don't wanna be
snatched up by this chick. She
vows to throw us to the alligators
in some backwoods swamp while
the 'Terrible Three', dance drinking
moonshine screeching in hysterical
laughter.
Oh, yeah, I'm well aware of their
devious schemes and even as
I write they're crouched in a
huddle snickering like wild
woman.

Therefore, be on guard oh
noble knight's for ye know
not the day nor hour when
ye might be dinner for
the vultures!
Lol.

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