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Tell Me
How can such mere words bring forth such great love
To take away thy darkness and bring light
Telleth me thy secret where I may love
It seems I search but love is out of sight
The land seems barren and vast but I seek
There be the hills that form one with the sky
I search I pray I hope I continue
But maybe this thing called love is a lie
The skies have opened pouring out their rain
Upon my heart that is barely beating
I see you searching looking far away
Then our paths cross for that time so fleeting
My world became alive with your love
Once more rainbows colored sky up above
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To take away thy darkness and bring light
Telleth me thy secret where I may love
It seems I search but love is out of sight
The land seems barren and vast but I seek
There be the hills that form one with the sky
I search I pray I hope I continue
But maybe this thing called love is a lie
The skies have opened pouring out their rain
Upon my heart that is barely beating
I see you searching looking far away
Then our paths cross for that time so fleeting
My world became alive with your love
Once more rainbows colored sky up above
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Power went out so sat in the dark on this rainy night and did some scribbling. This is what I came up with.
Hold On Tightly
Countess ways your hair falls across your face
Covers briefly my gaze into your eyes
The warmth of your touch in my sweet embrace
Feels like sun parting ‘tween clouds in the skies
Shimmerin’ lips glossed watermelon red
Touch each nerve connected into my brain
Lovely and wet as blooms a flower bed
Shining deeper and deeper in the rain
Casting a light inside a soul once so dark
Dancing spirits in your current swirling
Going round and round in some distant arc
With no beginning or end is twirling
For only time spinning faster than light
Can break apart what we hold very tight
Covers briefly my gaze into your eyes
The warmth of your touch in my sweet embrace
Feels like sun parting ‘tween clouds in the skies
Shimmerin’ lips glossed watermelon red
Touch each nerve connected into my brain
Lovely and wet as blooms a flower bed
Shining deeper and deeper in the rain
Casting a light inside a soul once so dark
Dancing spirits in your current swirling
Going round and round in some distant arc
With no beginning or end is twirling
For only time spinning faster than light
Can break apart what we hold very tight
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Love is just like a danceTears Sank Into The Sea
Two years past since our last day together
Tears streaming from my eyes’ salty rims
Heavy they sank into seas’ forever
Dwelling at bottom where my heart still swims
Trapped in the gurgle of my drowning breast
My pleas for mercy screamed like greedy gulls
Chased away from mere scraps off barren nest
For even love like nature has it culls
In a world that hides its love as treasure
Lost for ages in jungles overgrown
Love only given to me in good measure
Gaining not in value what was never known
Farewell to love hid in the floating chaff
Never wash up ashore on my behalf
Tears streaming from my eyes’ salty rims
Heavy they sank into seas’ forever
Dwelling at bottom where my heart still swims
Trapped in the gurgle of my drowning breast
My pleas for mercy screamed like greedy gulls
Chased away from mere scraps off barren nest
For even love like nature has it culls
In a world that hides its love as treasure
Lost for ages in jungles overgrown
Love only given to me in good measure
Gaining not in value what was never known
Farewell to love hid in the floating chaff
Never wash up ashore on my behalf
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Recalling a very melancholy and somber mood after a painful breakup.Midnight Moonrise
Rising slowly above the resting woods
A shining beacon cresting o'er the hill
Less faithful is the night and worldly goods
Predations friend coming in for her kill
So great your sorcerous spirit at night
Can safely only hide in your shadow
Legends of sorrow be blamed in your sight
Places where the quail cry in the meadow
Where all speech is soft, all manners gentle
Mumbled creatures cover with hooded heads
Murmers and chanting all transcendental
Cloaked in their long robes with darker threads
To safely watch in her shadow is odd
Precession of a perihelion god
A shining beacon cresting o'er the hill
Less faithful is the night and worldly goods
Predations friend coming in for her kill
So great your sorcerous spirit at night
Can safely only hide in your shadow
Legends of sorrow be blamed in your sight
Places where the quail cry in the meadow
Where all speech is soft, all manners gentle
Mumbled creatures cover with hooded heads
Murmers and chanting all transcendental
Cloaked in their long robes with darker threads
To safely watch in her shadow is odd
Precession of a perihelion god
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Referencing Cynthia, an alternative name for the Greek moon goddess Artemis. I don't know what possessed me to write this.
Epitaph to love.
Alas! Empty hours around me lie,
dull rain-soaked days squalid are,
yet thy voice I hear like birds winging by,
and in dull puddles, eyes smile from afar,
these silent footed hours, sullen claim
golden joys, now, absent in severity,
fills the soul with unwanted misery,,
though sweet distant stars, light thy name,
re-calling how late in time all was blooming
with perfumed hours that youth holds dear,
melt soulful sorrows, past days re-newing,
allow the pallet taste, late moments dear,
emphassing, life's verdant joys that I had missed
and all in spring that I had kissed.
dull rain-soaked days squalid are,
yet thy voice I hear like birds winging by,
and in dull puddles, eyes smile from afar,
these silent footed hours, sullen claim
golden joys, now, absent in severity,
fills the soul with unwanted misery,,
though sweet distant stars, light thy name,
re-calling how late in time all was blooming
with perfumed hours that youth holds dear,
melt soulful sorrows, past days re-newing,
allow the pallet taste, late moments dear,
emphassing, life's verdant joys that I had missed
and all in spring that I had kissed.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
if we have lost someone dear, time will allow us to recall sweet memories, and love is not lost.Waldo's Mountain
Leaning stretching touching high up above
Memories gathering twinkling like stars
Waldos Mountain I know you like a love
Every dream every imagination
Some people spend their time in a dream land
Some will turn their dreams into memories
Some dreams will turn to concrete some to sand
But I will always have Waldos Mountain
Time the thief came took my youth still I dream
Waldos Mountain gone like so many things
Close my eyes memories still can be seen
So real smell the salt of the ocean air
Little girl face to the wind eyes closed tight
Wrapped in dreams and fantasy's ready for flight
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Memories gathering twinkling like stars
Waldos Mountain I know you like a love
Every dream every imagination
Some people spend their time in a dream land
Some will turn their dreams into memories
Some dreams will turn to concrete some to sand
But I will always have Waldos Mountain
Time the thief came took my youth still I dream
Waldos Mountain gone like so many things
Close my eyes memories still can be seen
So real smell the salt of the ocean air
Little girl face to the wind eyes closed tight
Wrapped in dreams and fantasy's ready for flight
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
This is wrote about a place I use to play as a young girl. It is not only in honor of this place but also in honor of its great artist who composed this. One mans trash is anothers treasure. His dream gave way to many dreamers in my town for many years. Thank you Waldo for the many legacies you left behind.(Sexton's strange mountain ended up being the highest point between Kitty Hawk and Key West, offering a regal view of the grand Atlantic. The mountain, looking like a cross between an Aztec temple and an orderly junk pile was a great tourist attraction, renamed the Hanging Gardens. Sexton died in 1968 and vandals and collectors began to lay waste to his gardens and eventually the site was cleared.
The junk man died a millionaire.)
http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1989-09-03/news/8909024704_1_sexton-junk-waldo
Feathers
Waiting with wings folded and one leg tucked
My beak buried beneath my wing no sight
Is seen sleeping so soundly head so ducked
Only darkness surrounds me in daylight
Time standing still on one stilt near shoreline
Where n’er even a slightest hint of breeze
For smooth as glass reflecting deep and fine
Causes my green and brown image to freeze
A perfect camouflage blends with a hush
Near cedars clutching in a cleft of rock
No finer detail charms an artist’s brush
Nor is seen by any passing marsh hawk
Silence waits while nature blends together
Matching patterns made by perfect feathers
My beak buried beneath my wing no sight
Is seen sleeping so soundly head so ducked
Only darkness surrounds me in daylight
Time standing still on one stilt near shoreline
Where n’er even a slightest hint of breeze
For smooth as glass reflecting deep and fine
Causes my green and brown image to freeze
A perfect camouflage blends with a hush
Near cedars clutching in a cleft of rock
No finer detail charms an artist’s brush
Nor is seen by any passing marsh hawk
Silence waits while nature blends together
Matching patterns made by perfect feathers
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
A sonnet about watching ducks sleeping on a quiet sunny day.Caged Inside My Bones
My delicate heart made of flesh and blood
Beating over time that the tides define
How simple each stroke arrives with a thud
A boat rocks at anchor on mooring line
Spirits in life should we love make us dance
What we crave in crest is not coherence
Seek no softness in your cold abundance
Sharing only good grace in appearance
For weak becomes our will and cold our stones
While we age growing up instead of down
A beating heart so caged inside my bones
Like a head above water will not drown
Rise gentle over cresting waves my sun
What wonders where my beating heart begun
Beating over time that the tides define
How simple each stroke arrives with a thud
A boat rocks at anchor on mooring line
Spirits in life should we love make us dance
What we crave in crest is not coherence
Seek no softness in your cold abundance
Sharing only good grace in appearance
For weak becomes our will and cold our stones
While we age growing up instead of down
A beating heart so caged inside my bones
Like a head above water will not drown
Rise gentle over cresting waves my sun
What wonders where my beating heart begun
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
If you'd like to know what's in the ocean, you can just go to the surface and scrape some off.When we were young
I remember the lane with loving footsteps worn,
that fragrant filled each sprung dawn,
serves to underwrite my life with bliss,
to relive the joy of loves first kiss,
remains the dawn of life that never pales,
to fill this later day with soft scented tales,
recording love in beauty's soft repose,
with depth, far deeper than the ocean knows,
that soothes the pathway of my sleep,
an exclusive world, my cherished keep,
a whitened world where poets dare,
charge their ink with sonnets fair,
endorsing love, like as the ivy clings,
leaves me richer far than Kings.
that fragrant filled each sprung dawn,
serves to underwrite my life with bliss,
to relive the joy of loves first kiss,
remains the dawn of life that never pales,
to fill this later day with soft scented tales,
recording love in beauty's soft repose,
with depth, far deeper than the ocean knows,
that soothes the pathway of my sleep,
an exclusive world, my cherished keep,
a whitened world where poets dare,
charge their ink with sonnets fair,
endorsing love, like as the ivy clings,
leaves me richer far than Kings.
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
When we strolled in later years our lovers Lane, the magic of our spring had not diminished and remains fragrant filled with memoriesRemember
Remember I love's perfect prime,
but will thou, my love, remember
the warmth of our September
that's grown old before its time?
When October bore winter's chill
that relinquished love, remember
in the sullen snows of harsh December
a thoughtful prayer that may kindle still.
Remembering that which once we had,
then wilt thou spare a tear for me
when all my days lifeless be,
or wilt thou smile and not be sad?
In withered thoughts no flower leave,
consign me to darkness and not grieve.
but will thou, my love, remember
the warmth of our September
that's grown old before its time?
When October bore winter's chill
that relinquished love, remember
in the sullen snows of harsh December
a thoughtful prayer that may kindle still.
Remembering that which once we had,
then wilt thou spare a tear for me
when all my days lifeless be,
or wilt thou smile and not be sad?
In withered thoughts no flower leave,
consign me to darkness and not grieve.
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
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