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online today!Old Weathervane
Old, turning blue copper on the barn’s roof
Always pointing true seldom standing still
Looking from the ground searching for some proof
While pushed around by all the winds of time
Giving us some meaning our lives become
Many random moments since we were born
Prone to falling by all the fates succumb
In knowledge and truth and by honor sworn
Won’t you point to me the way I should go
A direction to follow in my heart
Leads down which path of life I do not know
Just only when needing a place to start
For what purpose more will you ever serve
Guiding best those directions we deserve
Always pointing true seldom standing still
Looking from the ground searching for some proof
While pushed around by all the winds of time
Giving us some meaning our lives become
Many random moments since we were born
Prone to falling by all the fates succumb
In knowledge and truth and by honor sworn
Won’t you point to me the way I should go
A direction to follow in my heart
Leads down which path of life I do not know
Just only when needing a place to start
For what purpose more will you ever serve
Guiding best those directions we deserve
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
Written In tribute to my fellow poet, Cafetwo2010, and his poem called “Crossroads”, for you Jim, because you are such a great source of much inspiration to others here on the corner.online today!Casual Encounters
Kiss me and calm my wild fluttering heart
Gently swaddled in your protective arms
So fragile is love newborn from the start
Keeping safe from the world and all its harms
Hug me new lover on a summer night
Softly stroke your gentle caressing touch
Fire burning bright, flames of passion ignite
Two souls unbounded in each other’s clutch
Rest now our faces upturned to the stars
Ascending window of heaven a dream
What is life but now love is always ours
As sunlight reflects at night its moonbeam
Pass the desire we have spent on its shores
Brightly both eyes reflect, mine into yours
Gently swaddled in your protective arms
So fragile is love newborn from the start
Keeping safe from the world and all its harms
Hug me new lover on a summer night
Softly stroke your gentle caressing touch
Fire burning bright, flames of passion ignite
Two souls unbounded in each other’s clutch
Rest now our faces upturned to the stars
Ascending window of heaven a dream
What is life but now love is always ours
As sunlight reflects at night its moonbeam
Pass the desire we have spent on its shores
Brightly both eyes reflect, mine into yours
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
One hot summer night, when all that really mattered was achieved, given freely and returned in kind.
Enamorada (Soneto asonante)
Cantar tu musa tierna es mi delirio
tomar tu pipermín es mi ternura
besar tus dulces labios mi fortuna
estar entre tus brazos mi tiovivo.
Ya deja que revuelen los sentidos
aquí donde la malva bien perfuma
y el trino del sinsonte nos adula
cual Silfo del amor…de un paraíso.
Yo sigo con pasión enamorada
de todo lo que ronda en tu contorno:
las nubes, los gorriones, cascanueces…
Yo quiero hoy enseñarte el cosmorama
de mucha intensidad…de muchos rojos…
y sepas que soy Venus que te quiere.
Mariluz Reyes
Pipermín, bebida de mental
tomar tu pipermín es mi ternura
besar tus dulces labios mi fortuna
estar entre tus brazos mi tiovivo.
Ya deja que revuelen los sentidos
aquí donde la malva bien perfuma
y el trino del sinsonte nos adula
cual Silfo del amor…de un paraíso.
Yo sigo con pasión enamorada
de todo lo que ronda en tu contorno:
las nubes, los gorriones, cascanueces…
Yo quiero hoy enseñarte el cosmorama
de mucha intensidad…de muchos rojos…
y sepas que soy Venus que te quiere.
Mariluz Reyes
Pipermín, bebida de mental
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Basado en una relación amorosaonline today!The Moon Will Cry
Lifting the smog beyond the city lights
Far away molecules drift out of sight
Perhaps on a vapor trail from distant flights
Crossing up strange patterns into the night
Seldom seen on western horizons far
Busy travel in the atmosphere so high
Those little trails that smoke under a star
To make one wonder just how high we fly
The train still whistles on the tracks nearby
Travelling on from from city to city
The sounds of sirens always fill the sky
Like the night winds fill our hearts with pity
No reason exists for the moon will cry
Except for the fact that our earth will die
Far away molecules drift out of sight
Perhaps on a vapor trail from distant flights
Crossing up strange patterns into the night
Seldom seen on western horizons far
Busy travel in the atmosphere so high
Those little trails that smoke under a star
To make one wonder just how high we fly
The train still whistles on the tracks nearby
Travelling on from from city to city
The sounds of sirens always fill the sky
Like the night winds fill our hearts with pity
No reason exists for the moon will cry
Except for the fact that our earth will die
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
An expose on pollution. I hope it shames all those whom disregard our fragile planet into some action.
A Tapestry of Growth
Stitch by stitch, weave your tapestry of growth,
Embrace the lessons, both humble and loath.
Each thread represents progress made,
Self-improvement's masterpiece, to never fade.
Embrace the lessons, both humble and loath.
Each thread represents progress made,
Self-improvement's masterpiece, to never fade.
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
improvement can't like you
vegas
I went to Vegas a year ago and gambled all day through I lose a million bucks and had to sing the blues. their was no clock on the wall. to tell the time come true but the manager seen me cry and asked what could he do..i said I needed cab fare a hundred bucks or more . he handed me a travelers check then thru me out the door
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
I wrote this over40 years ago its what happens to people that love the easy money
Sonet #22
Sonnet #22
Posted:
XXII.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.
Posted:
XXII.
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
Forever Young
Sunday
Sunday comes and we meet
We kiss and hug
We say beautiful words to each other
The conversation always relates about the people we know.
As we get out of the trolley,
we either go to Lemon Grove or Old town
Sight seen or shopping is in our minds.
As we say goodbye,
we kiss and hug,
hoping to see each other again
the next following Sunday.
We kiss and hug
We say beautiful words to each other
The conversation always relates about the people we know.
As we get out of the trolley,
we either go to Lemon Grove or Old town
Sight seen or shopping is in our minds.
As we say goodbye,
we kiss and hug,
hoping to see each other again
the next following Sunday.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
This poem is about me and my girlfriend and the weekends we have together
HIDDEN TREASURE
WE CAN SEARCH FOR TREASURE,
STORM THE GREAT WALLS OF THE KEEP,
OR HUNT ALONG THE HILLSIDE
WHERE GOLD IS BURIED DEEP.
WE CAN QUEST ENDLESSLY FOR
SOME GREAT HIDDEN TROVE
AND HUNT FOR SPARKLING GEMS
WHEREVER WE MAY ROVE.
OVER LAND OR SEA
OR WAY UP IN THE AIR,
WE CAN SEARCH FOR RICHES
EVERYWHERE.
YET WERE ALWAYS SURE
TO LEARN IN THE END,
THAT NO TREASURE COMPARES
TO THAT OF A FRIEND;
FOR A HEART THAT IS WARM,
AND CARING AND KIND
IS THE GREATEST TREASURE
THAT WE'LL EVER FIND.
STORM THE GREAT WALLS OF THE KEEP,
OR HUNT ALONG THE HILLSIDE
WHERE GOLD IS BURIED DEEP.
WE CAN QUEST ENDLESSLY FOR
SOME GREAT HIDDEN TROVE
AND HUNT FOR SPARKLING GEMS
WHEREVER WE MAY ROVE.
OVER LAND OR SEA
OR WAY UP IN THE AIR,
WE CAN SEARCH FOR RICHES
EVERYWHERE.
YET WERE ALWAYS SURE
TO LEARN IN THE END,
THAT NO TREASURE COMPARES
TO THAT OF A FRIEND;
FOR A HEART THAT IS WARM,
AND CARING AND KIND
IS THE GREATEST TREASURE
THAT WE'LL EVER FIND.
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Posted: Feb 2017
Post CommentSonnet #16
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
Time is one of my most Treasured Assets; so this is an interesting Sonnet that sums it up for me....Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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