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Falling In Love
Dancing in his arms heart beating so fast
feelings flood through me as he holds me close
is he the one that in dreams was forecast?
I act cool, he smiles knowing its a pose
I smile back as he spins me round and round
we sit and talk the way new lovers do
to each other glad this love we have found
happiness to both of us long overdue
So in love although we recently met
our life's before us laid at our feet
The more we are together the less I fret
when he kisses me it feels oh so sweet
Passion rising overtaking us both
to each other turning pledging a troth
dedicated to my very best friend Lorraine and her new chap gl in your new relationship
feelings flood through me as he holds me close
is he the one that in dreams was forecast?
I act cool, he smiles knowing its a pose
I smile back as he spins me round and round
we sit and talk the way new lovers do
to each other glad this love we have found
happiness to both of us long overdue
So in love although we recently met
our life's before us laid at our feet
The more we are together the less I fret
when he kisses me it feels oh so sweet
Passion rising overtaking us both
to each other turning pledging a troth
dedicated to my very best friend Lorraine and her new chap gl in your new relationship
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Provence
Sojourn must I to Provence again,
to its clear and love spun sky,
there, warm the breeze weaves a sigh
amid honeyed fields of sun kist grain,
I must go to Provence yet once again
where soft Orient rays caress the dawn,
languishing long on the mist hung morn,
as Lavender mimics the skies blue reign,
its quietude of beauty enraptures the lea,
from new sprung dawn to Westerns fiery eve,
unknown to fools frantic laundered plea,
unaware what the riches of the heart conceive,
Thus, my whispering emotion truly can say,
the spell of Provence has stolen my wits away.
to its clear and love spun sky,
there, warm the breeze weaves a sigh
amid honeyed fields of sun kist grain,
I must go to Provence yet once again
where soft Orient rays caress the dawn,
languishing long on the mist hung morn,
as Lavender mimics the skies blue reign,
its quietude of beauty enraptures the lea,
from new sprung dawn to Westerns fiery eve,
unknown to fools frantic laundered plea,
unaware what the riches of the heart conceive,
Thus, my whispering emotion truly can say,
the spell of Provence has stolen my wits away.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
A reflection of a beautiful time spent in Provence.Autumn's song
Softly sweet, here the setting sun blushing stain
shimmering rivulets upon golden fields of grain,
her subsiding rays harmonize late hours dying art,
whilst we, life strolling free view its fiery heart,
oft blindfolded, pay but mute service to nature's charm,
weave vespers kaleidoscope, dulcet days soft sung balm,
focus keen our short hours, like as a sea spun wave,
she to the returning tide, we to the solitary grave,
leave our lofty schemes, wet eyed awash, a barren cry,
therefore neglect not, the hours that swiftly pass us by,
once its glory flown, e'er estranged from youth's green door,
flowerless, as the deserts, thirst stricken waterless floor,
Alas! life's fragile path, oft traversed sightless alone,
impotent to the difference twixt the neglected and the sown.
shimmering rivulets upon golden fields of grain,
her subsiding rays harmonize late hours dying art,
whilst we, life strolling free view its fiery heart,
oft blindfolded, pay but mute service to nature's charm,
weave vespers kaleidoscope, dulcet days soft sung balm,
focus keen our short hours, like as a sea spun wave,
she to the returning tide, we to the solitary grave,
leave our lofty schemes, wet eyed awash, a barren cry,
therefore neglect not, the hours that swiftly pass us by,
once its glory flown, e'er estranged from youth's green door,
flowerless, as the deserts, thirst stricken waterless floor,
Alas! life's fragile path, oft traversed sightless alone,
impotent to the difference twixt the neglected and the sown.
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
just to highlight the fragility of our existence and its wonder.
With in a Dream
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Twas the twilight creeping in thru morning
The lingering of your presence felt here still
The tears that stayed upon my heart and soul
Tears held captive no longer able to spill
Children's joys found by simple pleasures
As coffee cans turned into telephones
Skip to lou my darling darkness comes soon
Picture perfect tucked in our loving homes
Quiet leaves me here facing dreams of mist
Alive awake just not wanting to see
Preferring the comfort of the cozy
Staying in the realms of the dreams I'll be
Morning sun upon my face time to rise
Not wanting to leave my dreams how time flies
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Twas the twilight creeping in thru morning
The lingering of your presence felt here still
The tears that stayed upon my heart and soul
Tears held captive no longer able to spill
Children's joys found by simple pleasures
As coffee cans turned into telephones
Skip to lou my darling darkness comes soon
Picture perfect tucked in our loving homes
Quiet leaves me here facing dreams of mist
Alive awake just not wanting to see
Preferring the comfort of the cozy
Staying in the realms of the dreams I'll be
Morning sun upon my face time to rise
Not wanting to leave my dreams how time flies
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Posted: Dec 2013
Post CommentRecalled Memories sonnet
Tenderly she picked the pink flower
day dreaming of the first flower given
wandering over to the bedecked bower
she dreamily looked at the garden
Memories of happy times came flooding in
the places they had visited together
Roma where they bathed in Turkish basins
Athens, they were victims of a flasher
Paris is the city of love and romance
here they had dallied playing some love games
time they spent alone in a loving trance
their love for each other fuelled by flames
Love had bound them for all eternity
memories founded on a dynasty
day dreaming of the first flower given
wandering over to the bedecked bower
she dreamily looked at the garden
Memories of happy times came flooding in
the places they had visited together
Roma where they bathed in Turkish basins
Athens, they were victims of a flasher
Paris is the city of love and romance
here they had dallied playing some love games
time they spent alone in a loving trance
their love for each other fuelled by flames
Love had bound them for all eternity
memories founded on a dynasty
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Posted: Dec 2013
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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.A Night to Remember
When at last the sunlight has gone too far
Never really poking through winter clouds
Gathering pigeons near the chimneys are
Anxiously just making their warmth a crowd
Can you blame the hungry falcon up high
Survival only takes a moments dive
When panic starts the flock takes to the sky
Lest hunger need a reason to deprive
More the cycle of life goes round and round
Past horizons that measure night and day
For the cloaking night does enshrouds the ground
Make more its taste a spiritual buffet
For if all life were kind enough to live
How much more could we ever want to give
Never really poking through winter clouds
Gathering pigeons near the chimneys are
Anxiously just making their warmth a crowd
Can you blame the hungry falcon up high
Survival only takes a moments dive
When panic starts the flock takes to the sky
Lest hunger need a reason to deprive
More the cycle of life goes round and round
Past horizons that measure night and day
For the cloaking night does enshrouds the ground
Make more its taste a spiritual buffet
For if all life were kind enough to live
How much more could we ever want to give
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
Reflections of a winter night,Sweet Flowers of May (sonnet)
Sweet flowers of May how you do entice
lifting and filling my soul with beauty
swaying in the breeze and releasing spice
aromas that enthral sharp and minty
Tumbling roses cover the pergola
sweet musky scent is hanging in the air
robust colours of the gladiola
poking up a most tempting derrière
Fascinated I watch it bob about
as my lover stoops pulling out the weeds
hot and sweaty he does a turnabout
holding my hand he now shows me his deeds
Beds free of weeds that able to flourish
just like our love for each other we cherish
lifting and filling my soul with beauty
swaying in the breeze and releasing spice
aromas that enthral sharp and minty
Tumbling roses cover the pergola
sweet musky scent is hanging in the air
robust colours of the gladiola
poking up a most tempting derrière
Fascinated I watch it bob about
as my lover stoops pulling out the weeds
hot and sweaty he does a turnabout
holding my hand he now shows me his deeds
Beds free of weeds that able to flourish
just like our love for each other we cherish
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
this is my 300th poem posted on here I hope people like itLove to Share
Freedom some say is something to fight for
Was that before or after the war’s won
So each generation will fight this war
Always finishing what was left undone
Scarce the peace ‘till another battle fought
Does dust ever settle on warring tribes
Pouring lead down barrels of guns have brought
Only nation’s wealth paying off the bribes
One life to live, another give away
Really amount to anything that much
For in the end we go our merry way
And only the past becomes out of touch
What matters most in life is love we share
And showing each other how much we care
Was that before or after the war’s won
So each generation will fight this war
Always finishing what was left undone
Scarce the peace ‘till another battle fought
Does dust ever settle on warring tribes
Pouring lead down barrels of guns have brought
Only nation’s wealth paying off the bribes
One life to live, another give away
Really amount to anything that much
For in the end we go our merry way
And only the past becomes out of touch
What matters most in life is love we share
And showing each other how much we care
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
A sonnet for peace in this world in our lifetime.In A Hollow Tween
Cast adrift your broken web still flutters
Now the dew has become a patterned frost
Hanging down off the ol' clacking shutters
One flapping loudly back and forth is tossed
Barn has gone unpainted another year
Tractor parked quiet in an open bay
Green cat eyes from beneath the hay bales peer
Its shaggy winter coat all tufted gray
Quiet now only the cold breeze echo
Its hollow and dry humming sounds sneer
Moving like waves down the browned grass meadow
Waiting for that first snowfall to appear
The sun slips quickly past the horizon
A scarecrow stands all tattered and wizened
Now the dew has become a patterned frost
Hanging down off the ol' clacking shutters
One flapping loudly back and forth is tossed
Barn has gone unpainted another year
Tractor parked quiet in an open bay
Green cat eyes from beneath the hay bales peer
Its shaggy winter coat all tufted gray
Quiet now only the cold breeze echo
Its hollow and dry humming sounds sneer
Moving like waves down the browned grass meadow
Waiting for that first snowfall to appear
The sun slips quickly past the horizon
A scarecrow stands all tattered and wizened
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Just having a play with whole Halloween theme in this write from the now cold New England countryside.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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