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My hope is that some of my words ultimately help someone
I feel it's imperative a poem be comprehendible when done
In my writes you'll always find some meaningful rhyme
getting it just like you want most always requires overtime

Jelling words into poetic fashion is no doubt a bonafide art
most rewarding to me are the ones that move other's heart
My words have literally sent chills up the readers spine
inducing goose bumps and/or a tear I'd think is a good sign

Some say poetry doesn't necessarily have to make sense
"telling it like it is" has and will always be my preference
Poetry has long been the way I chose to vent justified rage
what better way to express oneself than on a poetic stage

It's very satisfying being able to convey with genuine emotion
theirs plenty more bottled up I'll let out when I get the notion

You made my soul a brighter place
in my heart you secured a space
The passion you've shown I treasure
reciprocation my immense pleasure

You truly are special that's for sure
joy you give has been a cure
You're a woman of the rarest kind
one just a few are lucky to find

Love for you I have never known
resplendence that makes my heart moan
Being without you I just can't see
I hope 'future' has plans for you and me

Today is deemed a more meaningful one
it is only another soon to be done
My desire is your happiness everyday
you're simply the best I must convey

The " I Love You " Rose is Red
in me chivalry lives til I'm dead
True love for you will never stray
"Happy Valentines Day"

You ran your fingers up and down my spine
I flinched, you laughed, the familiar sparkle in your eye
You pull me close
Whisper in my ear
Tell me words I long to hear
I rub my finger across your lips
Ever so slowly with my fingertips
Teasing, touching, desire burning inside
But not just yet
Let's lie here a while
Hand in hand, cheek to cheek
I can feel your heartbeat
No need to speak
Lying here with you is all I desire
Your body next to mine
You keep lifting me higher
Your lips so soft
Your smell so sweet
I can not get enough
I'm weak beneath
Wanting, hoping this will last forever
For moments like this
Are what we treasure

Once at Sixteen, I found a silver moon
Reflected at midnight upon a lake
Silver light and shadow through trees shone
The light upon each ripple shimmer made.
As if each ray could be a stepping stone
As if time now in eons did cascade -
And it is strange that I have come this far
What set this course for life my Wandering Star?

At that time I thought I saw a fancy
Or heard a ghost now shimmer through the trees -
Maybe bush spirits at midnight now were dancing
Or just a summer zephyr a warm breeze?
Something for this night was now romancing
That had so newly given my heart ease -
Something silver - peaceful - full moon beams
Caught and held my adolescent dreams.

I made my lover a bucolic charm
I kept that charm much closer to my heart
Words like a spell intended to disarm
That which spoke of poets and of art.
I look into the water now becalmed
All breeze is gone all ripples now depart -
Something sometime where we could not forsake
What started as a shadow on a lake.

So why now would I look on last night's gloom?
Tomorrow I would to you a red rose take
To light with all my light your empty room
And prove we could a lover's art retake.
There was a time, and that time came too soon
When love could no more make our two hearts quake; -
Something is now lost that was desired -
Why was this loss and heartbreak once prescribed?

For reasons we know not - nor meant to know
The Fates had put a fork into our road -
And now I've only poetry to grow
When I should have more affection showed.
It was those little things made our hearts glow -
Without them souls lie empty in abode;-
And it is strange that I have come this far -
What set this course for life my Wandering Star?




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The Beauty of Love!

Do you want me to love you

Do you want me to care

I will never leave you

It’s something I couldn’t bare

I want you forever and never to part

I want you to have a part of my heart

I want to caress you and brush your beautiful hair

To be with me forever, that’s just for a start

To kiss and enfold you, I want you to stay

Never to leave me, not even a day!

To touch and embrace you

Love you and play

Dance with the wind and howl at the moon

I can’t wait forever, I want you and soon

Oh! Dearest love me, I need you to say

You can’t live without me, not even a day!

Romantic Poet
JimEee

I wander alone through this murky wood
Thoughts of you once again fill my head
Will you walk this wood with me someday?
Carve our names on a tree?
Will you take my hand and place it on your heart, kiss my lips, promise we'll never be apart?
Will you catch me when I fall, love me, warts and all?

Is it just wishful thinking?
Or can it be, you also dream of me?

And so as I walk closer to the end of this long and lonely path
I look up to the clouds and whisper
"One day I'll find my way, for now though, come what may"

It was involuntary motions,
Uncontrolled reactions,
Extreme commotion,
Nothing but passion.

Clawing for each new breath,
Unable to maintain,
There was no sense of focus left,
They’d surely gone insane.

Self-control no longer existed,
Between this woman and this man.
For their bodies now were twisted,
And united they will stand.

Blossoms And Bubbles


As I entered the garden the scents enticed
rampant rose blossom the arches fenced.

Cascading aromatic blossoms greeting me
amidst the climbers were the sweet pea.

In the centre stood the patio so glamorous
sparkling bubbles of champagne so amorous.

Tickling the throat buds saturated with scent
from the tumbling blossoms as they descent.

Blood stream and breath full of roiling bubbles
and past swish the gentry parading in couples.

Raise your glasses in a toast as friends are wed
laughing, knowing they will all too soon be in bed.

Ah what a perfect day in this romantic garden
bubbles and blossoms tumbling as skies darken

Blossoms and bubbles never somniferous
mixed together they are becoming toxiferous.

A bonny mare if 'ere there was one
Stood tall in the Sydney Sales Yard.
The odds, the ring, the sales yard;-
And soon they beat her down.

The bid lot forty three, recall
(If memory serves me right)
Where stood there men as tough as nails
And bidding was a fight.

To and 'fro the bids were called
Until she was knocked down
to Eight Thousand -
For men in Blue Collars this was a lot of dough.

So Standardbred "miss milly molly"
Was walked out of the ring;-
"Not much to look at - a slender horse",-
One onlooker said;-
But he was not the man who bought her; -
Risking hard won bread.


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Integrity in Sports never 100% sound
on the up and up unfound
I loved football like every man
going WWE canceled me as fan

For early defectors they found cure
scripted drama THE solution for sure
owners all about revenue taken in
filling stadiums more relevant than win

Action Packed assures fans don't leave
being duped is reason to grieve
Assertions most reluctant to concede true
remove denial blinders you'll see too

Playoffs precarious until seasons final play
not occurring every year ODDS say
Pathetic grandstanding every play they make
today's majority "Thug League" mostly fake

Saints without Katrina wouldn't think so!
Red Sox without 'bomb' hell NO
Ironic tragedies culminate into championship year
after Harvey Astro's by happenstance persevere

Tragedies and for affected I feel
championships helped the cities people heal
blowouts past prompted patrons to leave
now 'drama' based scripting to deceive

Many fans unruly after team's success
bullies become murderers a safe guess
Diehard fans shall deem sentiments absurd
I FIRMLY stand behind every word