My love my heart hungers to touch your soul
To return the two back into just one
To make a diamond out of the gray coal
To stay when fear makes me just want to run
You have captured my imagination
Freed me from the prison I was held in
Gave direction to my destination
Made me feel like really living again
Does a star shine less without the moon light
Or is it enhanced to a brighter hue
With moon by side is it not twice as bright
Do we believe what eyes do see as true
It is our hearts that speak for us to hear.
You me together message of love clear.
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Posted: Apr 2012
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Author: Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate....
(a snatch from sonnet 18, Shakespeare)
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Posted: Feb 2012
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Dear Grandma Dearest
We have had you so long, it is hard to say our good byes,
91 years is a long time to face this earth~~~
Earth is earth and no promise to remain on this land...
Oh Grandma you were you and kindly will be missed,
as you go home to rest forever....
Grandma I am glad i was able to be here with you
as long as I was and now you do not have to suffer..
We will weep as we say our final good byes this weekend,
but it is the good bye of rejoying you do not have to
suffer no longer... Grandma we will see you when time comes
as earth has no promise on time as we are on a loan of borrowed
time~~~~~ R.I.P. Grandma~~~~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Going to put Grandma to rest this weekend.....Keep me in prayer death Hurts....
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She came to me shy and sweet
Much like my dream's illusion
Virtual or is my dream complete
What is my realistic conclusion
Soft fine and long red wavy hair
Delicate ears and my caring fingers
Lips that are passionate and rare
The caressing arms that often linger
She has filled a void that was dark
Made me whole when life was bleak
She ignited a fire that was a spark
And made me feel special and unique
I think it's real for I know I can feel it
Certainly this is what life is meant to be
I know it's real for I can now see it
It's life, it's exhilaration, it's you and me!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
resurrected feelings.
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july
i wondered lonely as a raindrop
the wind on my back
the tears rolling down my face
as i watch her disappear into the twilight
September arose:
my heart still shattered
my love still lost
never did i know how much her heart cost
my soul forever gone
a yuletide delight:
sweet december graced my red nose
as i pulled the sleigh of life
i found my glorious rose
returned to me under the tree.....
balls naked wrapped in tinsil
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
the tearing of a mans soul by love and the mending of his libido by tinsil..... did i mention she was an elf
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A talk on “Sonnets”, once did attend
fascinated by the sound was I
of words that move to tears or grin
skill lacking, my pen has yet to try
Not academic-taught are my poems
no poetic training have I had
but my pen writes its messages
whether mediocre, good or bad
My writing is free-verse systemic
from feelings, deep, deep within
that rise up into words polemic
words, worlds ready to begin again
Once lost somewhere in my heart
this rhyming verse I now impart.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
My very first sonnet...
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online today,
flying to one other heart,
online today,
belonging to someone else,
online today,
I'm so forgotten,
in so many faces..
and desire of you..
I have my words,
my only world,
over distance,
and difference,
that's my virtual power,
to tell..
I love you..
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
humoristic inspiration...
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I hear your voice in
this side of my mind
that place you've been
with thoughts entwined
my eyes close slowly
to gaze at your face
your smile seen wholly
a warm state of grace
as imaginary arms I wrap
you tightly in time missed
the space that fills the gap
your lips are lightly kissed
you're at the usual places
that my mind's eye embraces
© agoodguy2have 2009-12-18
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Posted: Jan 2010
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There once was a man named Doug.
Who bought a purple mug.
He had a biscuit, or three,
a cup of tea.
Then fell asleep on the rug.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
This poem is a concise treatise into the inner workings of the human soul.
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Author: elizabeth barrett browning
you love all you say,
round ,beneath,above me,
find me then some way,
better than to love me.
me ,too ,dearest may.
o world-kissing eyes,
which the blue heavens,melt too,
i, sad other wise,
loathe ,the sweet looks dealts to,
all things-men and flies.
you love all,you say,
their for dear,abate me,
just your love,i pray,
shut your eyes and hate me,
only me-fair may
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
lone this poem
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