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Once upon a time
In the land of word and rhyme
I stumbled on a lady
Whose verse was so sublime
Clever and articulate
Her ink shone so bright
It opened up my eyes
And turned on an inner light
There was passion in her words
There was warmth in her soul
There was knowledge in her history
There was direction in her goal
We shared many thoughts
And talked for hours on end
And decided to marry
Near a waterfall shared with friends
It was a beautiful day
There was happiness in the air
Three and a half years later
Our love has grown with care
Nurtured by tender hands
And consideration to share
We reflect on our journey
When loneliness was our despair
I take this time to highlight
How much you mean to me
Everyday I am amazed
By the beauty that I see
You warm my heart deeply
Your smile melts me through
I have been truly blessed
To share a life with you .........

A soul mate is a person who completes you. A person that can depend on you as you can on them.A person who is like you yet not you.A person who has lived your life in pieces.It takes a lifetime to come close to your soul mate.When you come face to face to your soul mate you feel your souls touch It's as if you must live a great deal of your life to catch up to where your soul mate has been to be able to know this person who's soul was born to kiss your soul and be apart of you.once you are apart of someones soul you remain there as long as you live. you just can't leave that soul behind.
MY SOUL HAS BEEN WAITING ON IT'S SOUL MATE COULD THAT BE YOU?

Is really all I need
not to create me
simply to satisfy my plea.

In standing I'm guilty
of love that's been found
my heart is in shadow
your whisper has no sound.

As a thought of you, comes by through the day
sand just won't fall, till that thought go's away
it arrives without you, where ever you are
adrift in my mind, a shining bright star.

~Bentlee~

I bought some egg dye from Dollar Tree
Two worked, the other three didn't
I went to Piggly Wiggly and bought some pink, blue, and green dye
I didn't have any yellow food coloring that worked, but I wanted pink
So I got some pink eggs for a change
I tried wearing a rubber glove and put drops of food coloring on the egg
Then just moving the egg around in my hand
Then wipe off the excess food coloring with paper towels
That worked well
If you have trouble getting the eggs to peel, try this
Get your water boiling (13 minutes)
Put your eggs into the boiling water(13 minutes)
Put eggs in pan under cold running water(2 minutes)
Drain off some of the hot water till some of eggs are showing
Then add ice cubes and let eggs soak(25 minutes)
Dry on paper towels( 15 minutes each side)
Easy to peel eggs!
Happy Easter!

Anger builds inside me.
I cannot run and I cannot hide.
It lingers around every corner, searching for me.
while I sit in a long dark alley, it creeps around the corner.
As fear revolves around my head, I sit, trembling and sweating as it gets closer.
I try to push it away, but fail and it seeps into me.
It takes over my body, like Hitler taking over Europe in world war II.
It begins to feed on my soul, like a blood sucker feeding on it's prey.
My eyes turn red, while I explode like a nuclear bomb.
No one wants to get too close to me,
fearing I may tear them apart,
like a meat shredder does to meat.
No one except one, that is anger himself.

Waiting for love is good
When u wait something true
That pure,true love
Which makes u happy.

Waiting for love it deserves
When you wait that love
Which makes you feel
Butterflies in your stummy.

Waiting for life deserves
When you find your half
Which shares the same things
And suffer and is happy with you.

So varied are the hues of poetic pen,
With a multitude of exploding coloured ink,
In endless shades to choose from now, and then,
To set the writing mood, into which we sink.

Should I decide upon a nature write,
I must select just one of many greens,
To paint a woodland oil, in verse tonight,
Of lush green branches shading flowered scenes.

Humorous poems are best presented yellow,
The verses to be sunny, smiling bright,
This Irish poet not e'er a dour fellow,
To try extract a laugh from you, he might.

To pen dark verse, one must use darkest black,
Printed on a page of sombre grey,
The mood is set, no chance of stepping back,
The reader with sad tears, may have to pay.

Poems to my Love, are always delicate pink,
Verse from the heart, her eye to see words beat,
Fond lines penned madly now in perfumed ink,
Extracted from rose petals, for a treat.

Erotic verse scribed in pulsating red,
Throbbing, bulging blood to end in balm,
My pen grows hotter with every word that's said,
Eventually burns to flames within my palm.

Finally if you poets e'er grace my home,
Feel free to take a seat, and ease your pains,
Relax at my bureau and pen a poem,
For it's ink not blood that flows inside our veins !

Dawn walks in blue and diamonds
in robes of darkest grain
wind-parted

Sleeping she looked
like a river
Like a river
at dawn,
silver

sliver
of moon, wind

in poplars, flickering

of a candle that grows
imperceptibly
taller as it burns

Manacled girl
naked
surrounded

by flames, gigantic

rose
of painless fire—

Now I have passed through
voice and fire
could I be cleansed
of all
desire,
I don’t think so

Icon: cold gold telepathic eyes

Sacrament of metaphor, sacrament of matter

Aren’t stars almost in your vicinity

It was only the barest beginning starward-
bound, only the March branches, only
the first gifts of the first awakening
waiting
forever
to be born…

Dawn walked in blue and diamonds.

Volcano lava
Burning charcoal fired up
Dry ice cubes in hand

there are horses
no one ever rides
who have no mane
no neigh no cantor
feels no saddle
feels no bridle bit
is free and yet
is seldom seen
instead she rides
instead she glides
across the ocean deep
where she runs her course
the little little sea horse