Poems (34,412)

1. Alien Race had admitted they had probed my sisters mind and my mind much more further.
I had asked "just why?"
They said, "We had found something in both of your minds that you both did in common at different times in your lives."
I said, "And what is that?"
They said, "your earth calls this place Library."

2. "We sent some numbers of our people to your earth library, sent our people to look like earth people."
"While a number of our people were reading your library books, we found lots of vital information we had copied in our special abilities, these areas we had decided to copy your earth calls them careers."

She whirled around center stage, pirouetting around the room
Curly ebony hair with heavy make up, silver shadowing around
The brows, reflective of the snowy supermoon
And as she danced, spectactors cry, we are lulled into
The throes of a gothic lullabye, softly sung sorrowfully, resonating
Deep within the heartstrings of the audience, no longer feeling
A little tense, expressing the love of dance as to how she feels
No longer needing commerciality to keep it real,
She's pouring her heart out through the medium of dance
Improving with every step knowing that it might be classed as
A distant trance, floating, gracefully into an elegant twist,
The poem can now be resolved and twirled into this
A moving piece of powerful verse, emotions churn like a blessing
And a curse, the balance is no longer reported adrift
As this poem ends with a silent kiss, a quiet salute to those
That can dream and remind people reading this that
Not everything in reality appears as it seems, that mystery
Can appear to many even in evidential truths

this song goes out t each and everyone of you

your beautiful

g'day australia

this song is just for you in me feel good cause your intresting and i care about you
and everything you do your important lets get together forever you and me your beautiful and always will be work for me and rule the world cause you can and i like that



from the rubble of your love

e-mail me baronsamadi00@mail.com

your friend best friend

mark morris

hold this close your mind and embed it to your heart cause your the best
and you can thats fantastic this about you

stay forever who you are forever ever in my dreams cause your worth it

sway gently in the breeze forever in my dreams because your perfect

in my dreams you were perfect

over

its the real connection listen to and understand that i do care about you your happiness your feelings and your life cause your a women and important



stay forever who you are cause i care

your friend mark

e-mail me baronsamadi00@mail.com

everystep i take everymove i make

every single day every nite i prayer
i will care about you

cause i can i like that

your friend mark morris

everystep i take everymove i make

every single day every nite i prayer
i will care about you

cause i can i like that

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!

your fantastic thats for sure together we can rule the world
just and me because we're cats thats that yeah yeah yeah yeah

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 ...