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I was sitting by the window, on a cold, September day
When an old man I'd seen before glanced up my way
His eyes were sad and lonely, he had a look that was rare,
And he motioned to me to come and join him downstairs.
I pondered only a moment, then turned to lock the door,
Doing something I knew I shouldn't, but which I'd be thankful for.
As I opened the door a tear of joy came to the old man's eyes,
He reached out to take my hand and called me a blessing in disguise.
He said, " I know you don't know me, but I've seen you sitting there before,
You know, even an old man needs a friend sometimes." and for awhile, said no more.
I looked over to see the old man crying, as we sat in a city so grand,
Slowly he turned to look at me and wiped his tears on his hand.
He said, "My name is Jim, I've no friends, nor family.
They've all gone from the world, and left only me.
Once, awhile back, I had a wife, a son and a daughter, too
She was sweet and gentle, reminds me a lot of you."
He said, "I've been hangin' in too long, suppose it's past time for me to die."
He squeezed my hand ever so gently and again started to cry.
"I wish you'd take some advice," he said, "From a man who is old and wise."
And the words he said I'll always remember, told to me through cloudy eyes.
"Never stay where you're not wanted, or where you know it's wrong
Find a home and family, to them you'll always belong."
With this he rose to take his leave and I said goodbye to Jim,
I was glad of the few moments spent together and knew I'd never forget him.
A few days later in the paper I saw an old man had died,
Cold and alone, on a park bench, and I hung my head and cried.
They were looking for someone to identify him, I guess some kind of kin,
All they had to go on was an I.D. bracelet that read "Jim".
Time and time again, his words have returned to my mind,
As I think of the old man with no place to go and no one for him to find.
"Never stay where you're not wanted, or where you know it's wrong
Find a home and family, to them you'll always belong."

What happened to that little boy I knew?
Someone please tell me where he went to!
For now a father stands in his place
With happiness written all over his face.
Where is he, that little boy I love?
That happy cherub sent from above.
He's grown so tall yet still I see
That little boy who means so much to me.
How have all those years gone by?
Someone please tell me why oh why,
Everything changes, everyone too,
What happened to that little boy I knew?
Where can he be, that gullible little tyke?
With a head of curls and a smile of delight,
He looks no more for sky hooks of blue,
But the curls are still there, and the smile too.
But what did he say last night on the phone?
A child was born, a son of his own!
Is this possible? Oh how can it be?
For he's still my little brother, you see.
The years have gone by, oh, much too fast
I've heard it said anything good can't last
But that can't be right, it must be wrong.
Oh, where have all those years gone?
I smile, as back through the years I go
Remembering the little boy that I loved so,
But now there's another cherub sent from above,
Another little boy to cherish and love.
Happiness is his in the gift of life.
He has a son and he has a wife,
He has a baby to love and hold,
A gift more precious than silver or gold.
But wait a minute! For now I see
That little boy who means so much to me,
He just grew up with the changing times,
Still he'll always be that little brother of mine.
He's still there, my brother who means so much to me
Standing tall and proud for all the world to see.
With a child in his arms, and a wife by his side,
He fills my heart with love and pride!

DREAM OF LOVE

In the land of this world
With sacred places and hidden valleys,
Live my dream, charming Lady my Queen.
Her sparkling magic eyes,
Look deep into my eyes
And open my heart toward Light and Love.
I know that this is a dream,
So please wake me up
And take me in your dream love embrace,
Unite with me in magic dance
And liberate me into your Love again.
And never wake me up again
And never wake me up again
My Love, o my Love.

In the land of this world
With sacred places and hidden valleys,
Live my dream, charming Lady my Queen.
Her gentle smiling face
With the sign of divine,
I always see before my eyes.
I know that this is a dream,
So please wake me up
And take me in your dream love embrace,
Unite with me in magic dance
And liberate me into your Love again.
And never wake me up again
And never wake me up again
My Love, o my Love.

In the land of this world
With sacred places and hidden valleys,
Live my dream, charming Lady my Queen.
Her beautiful body perfectly dressed
Appears like living Goddess on earth,
I admire and worship and keep in my heart.
I know that this is a dream,
So please wake me up
And take me in your dream love embrace,
Unite with me in magic dance
And liberate me into your Love again.
And never wake me up again
And never wake me up again
My Love, o my Love.

In the land of this world
With sacred places and hidden valleys,
Live my dream, charming Lady my Queen.
Her heart of Love is bright like the sky
I fly with you my mystic Lady,
Through endless ocean of Light & Love.
I know that this is a dream,
So please wake me up
And take me in your dream love embrace,
Unite with me in magic dance
And liberate me into your Love again.
And never wake me up again
And never wake me up again
My Love, o my Love.

In the land of this world
With sacred places and hidden valleys,
Live my dream, charming Lady my Queen.
O magical being of my heart,
Manifesting goddess of Light and Love
Life force of divine,
Unite with me and stay with me forever.
I know that this is a dream,
So please wake me up
And take me in your dream love embrace,
Unite with me in magic dance
And liberate me into your Love again.
And never wake me up again
And never wake me up again
My Love, o my Love.
My Love, o my Love.

I will admit that I am old,
My actions are no longer bold.
The fires I had, I do remember,
Now they're only glowing embers.
I still know how to hold her hand
And caress her cheek like any man.
I'd share with her, that morning cup
As Folger's says 'bout getting up.
I still know how to give a hug
And cuddle up so nice and snug.
To feel my heart go wild and pound
Just to know that she's around.
And the times our two lips meet
I'd feel sensations - head to feet.
I'm not so old I can't recall
The thrill of being at a ball,
Bodies close and arms entwined
We'd shuffle on, no cares in mind.
"So what",we'd say,"we're having fun",
What we'd share's like being young.
More important than all above-
We're not too old to be in love.

Have you seen a flower all petal and black?
Blossoming in the dark
Woman you speak
You generate an impulse
A magnificent ratio of results
I see you like black
Yes, the clothes that you wear
Drape from your neck
Straight down your back
Even your jeans bite with a fit
In the light and in the dark
I see you like black
So graceful when you walk
So lingual your clothes talk
So charming when you smile
Compliments definitely to keep on file
You look so good in black
O! my, O! my

©Copyright December 25, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

WOUNDED SPIRIT

Her heart, the quintessence of beauty and light
She wears honor and goodness humbly anaware
Like nature's beauty knows not its delight
Such creation can't belie it's there

Her presence redesigns each life she enters
Touching a soul with her riches within
Unwrapping gifts of herself to remember
Giving hope where it's needed again.

But nothing precious remains untouched
And virtue meets with unjust reprisal
So behind a mask of love he rushed
To reward her goodness with despisal

But once again she emerged the victor
God's gift of Grace she gladly opened
And boldly faced the "Contradictor"
Her faith though tested remained unbroken

The hope she gives to the ones who share
The sorrow of a love betrayed
Is found in the "One" who's always there
Whose Grace by a Cross was displayed

Copyright© 2012
All Rights Reserved

O Plough! You are very antique
In the unique history of man;
The only instrument of livelihood,
For filling his empty can.

You taught the mankind to live
Like a bundle of wood;
To live in a village together
And to get their food.

You taught the society to be
Civilized as well as to be wise;
To clear the thorny path and with
difficulty, the life-mountain to rise.

Your bliss has given us to enjoy
The new society; with new sight.
Today you are very unkindly kind
That we are busy with fight.

Kindly, be aware of us and
Give your blessings in abundance,
Then we'll be grateful enough to you
For ever to run in advance.

O Pen! The heart of society
You are also very antique.
Can anyone deny your influence
As you are yourself unique?

With your help man could indite
The great epics, God's mouth speech;
Revealing gratitude for your help
The Guru of Gurukul could teach.

Modified your bulk and shape,
You are now the modern pen.
Red-tapism is your only job
Being the hateful thing among men.

Why are you so cruel
In lieu of being much kind
To a human being who does never
Bring you now to his mind?

O my lovely Pistol! Your origin
Is recent, medieval barely.
Now the most favorite thing in society
That everyone fails keeping you rarely.

To subdue the foes is your aim;
From the perils of hooligan,
To serve your owner much
By giving safety is the job one.

Important as you in giving
The sovereignty to any nation.
You shall be everlasting
Till the world goes down.

O you all three!the basic needs;
Man shall be paying gratitude.
You shall never be uprooted like weeds
From society as you have great magnitude.

LOVE-ANGELS WEEP!
By Author/Writer: Paul David Powers

Her hair drapes her breast, fluffy & light
Her eyes are a mystery into the night
That smile so sensual, all bout you
Of fantasy, Love and Dreams that come true!

What is she thinking, in the dark shade?
Of love and of romance, Come Darling, let’s play
And soar far above the clouds, oh so high
Oh please don't come down, let’s get up & fly!

Caught in her beauty, not even a care
My fingers are gliding right through her hair
To kiss those red lips, oh what a treat
My face is on fire, I’m burning, such heat!

We are together, lying as one
Like LAVA, it's pouring. HOT like the SUN
Now we lay sleeping, a sleep that’s so deep
Cause the love we just had, made angels weep!

AUTHOR OF TELLY TALES-The Adventures of TELLY the OWL
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Her hair drapes her breast, fluffy & light
Her eyes are a mystery into the night
That smile so sensual, all bout you
Of fantasy, Love and Dreams that come true!

What is she thinking, in those dark shades?
Of love and of romance, Come Darling, let’s play
And soar far above the clouds, oh so high
Oh please don't come down, let’s get up & fly

Caught in her beauty, not even a care
My fingers are gliding right through her hair
To kiss those red lips, oh what a treat
My face is on fire, I’m burning, such heat

We are together, lying as one
Like lava, it's pouring. HOT like the sun
Now we lay sleeping, a sleep that’s so deep
Cause the love we just had, made angels weep

Let's travel back in time to 1928, the place is Sydney (Australia)
The local government wanted to create a harbour crossing from
the North to South of Sydney, architects were brought in to
draw up plans for it's conception, there were suspension bridges
like the Brooklyn Bridge and the Golden Gate, but were turned
down however, they decided to make a single span arch bridge
similar to the railway bridge in Pennsylvania USA, they started
the build in 1928 and over a period of four years the Sydney
Harbour bridge became a reality, made of steel and the blood
and sweat of men some who died during it's construction. This
bridge was unique in design, It had a large single arch, capable
of rail, tram and motor vehicles, with two walkways either side
of the bridge deck, it had four magnificent sand stone pylons.
In 1932 the bridge was opened twice, firstly by a soldier on
horseback named DeGroot who slashed the ceremonial ribbon
with his sword, he opened the bridge in honour of the people
of NSW, however the ribbon was replaced and opened officially
by the State Labor Governor Jack Lang who cut the ribbon with
ceremonial ornamental scissors, then they removed the
locomotives which had been used to test the bridge for strength,
shortly thereafter the bridge was opened for use by commuters.
Before that happened the gathering crowds were permitted to
walk the entire length of the bridge, when this had been completed
the first train and motor vehicles travelled across the bridge. Sydney had a brand new bridge, 'The Bridge of Dreams' or as it
became famous for years later 'The Coat Hanger', this bridge
had been built during Sydney's depression years, it still
remains today an icon to all.