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Love Poems:
Athena Arcayan
The Confession
I stand alone in a field of green
The night unfolds before me and I remain unseen
Dewdrops linger on soft petals of rose
A wolf cries out as if he knows
That I await my love's return from the heaven's above
Day and night, rain or shine...I hold a tear-stained
glove
He was taken too soon, we didn't have much time
Fear not, they will be judged for that hateful crime
So I ask the wind to blow him a kiss
Perhaps he will come on a night such as this
To see him smile, to taste his lips
To feel free and alive, what absolute bliss
"Sweet nothings" he would whisper gently in my
ear
How he'd put his arms around me, holding me near
Oh, how I miss his voice, his smell, his touch
My inspiration....I miss you so much
I haven't forgotten....I shall never forget
Our first time together or the first time we met
I know you walk, I know you roam
I cried a thousand oceans hoping you'd sail home
I love you so much, I love you with all my heart
We have what no one can ever break apart
Day breaks, the sun is starting it's rise
And it was _you_ who made _me_ feel alive.
*To my Bill
I love you
I'll see you soon....
  
Kimberly Jebb
Cabot, Arkansas
To Have Known You When
To have known you
when....
Youthful innocence gave forth the chase
And Pandora's box held fast it's key
When all was fair on love's frontier
And gentlemen did court their lady fair
To have met you under a tropic moon
And gazed upon heavens' unbeknownst
To have stumbled upon you on mountain top
And breathed the air pure and clean
To have danced the dance long ago
As Juliet and her Romeo
To have been the princess to the prince
Before the dragon snarled it's teeth
To ride with you along the shore
Against the wind to something more
But, to meet you on this crowded street
Seems to diverge so vast a path.....
Spiritual
Poems:
Sheryl Schwartz
Provided By The Short Story Page
At The Bottom
Life ties us all to a
sinking anchor, seas roll with waves of fear
like thunder; what a price we pay for glory, yet still it
makes me wonder
Is this the bottom of my
soul, the end of what's to be
if I ever make my peace, will I ever really be free
Where do I go from here,
how do I rise above
to find a better life, what's this thing called love
At the bottom of this
ocean I'm drowning in my tears
for me it's been eternity, yet only 34 years
Swim against the currents,
I know I have to try
pray I find my way back home and live before I die
The bottom of it all is
where you have to start
to make it to the surface, the answer's in your heart
It's an endless struggle,
will it ever stop
just take it nice and steady, you'll make it to the top
The bottom of the ocean is
a dark and lonely void
keep your head above the water, or you'll go paranoid
The day you surface from
the sea is when you know you've won
that's when your anchor rises, to your raisin in the sun.
Kimberly Jebb
Cabot, Arkansas
OLE Well
OLE well...........
dug deep in Mother Earth's core
brings mystery and intrigue..
historical artwork unearthed today
opening it's life-giving quench,
such a wonder to behold!
with sweat on brow doth create
arrangement so perfectly ornate
stone concave necessity, yes,
yet a century later deemed obsolete.
many a bucket you welcomed
into your private inner sanctum,
sharing freely as pulley squeaked
only to face a certain doom...
your heyday long past.
progression and time chips away
leaving little of ancestry rites....
to feel the hand that drew your drink,
a sensation long ago put to rest,
as you shall be soon, buried.
sentiment hold little in this world of change
as human hand creates such awe,
hands of it's cousin reign destruction.
your unforeseen danger lurks below,
little child beware that hole!
breech of safety seals your fate,
my memories of you shall remain intact.
Farewell, OLE well, farewell.....
Inspirational
Poems:
Athena Arcayan
The Sea Of Dreams
I dream of a land far, far away
in another time dimension perhaps
I dream of waves crashing in my mind
perplexed of emotions and thoughts
I dream of fear forgotten that has glued itself
on the insides of my lips
I dream of hope that has grown like a vine
intertwining within my heart's cage
I dream of winter snowflakes
that are never two of a kind
I dream of a love
who will never return
I dream of escaping this world
inserting myself in a poem of sorrow
I dream of friends who continue to inspire me
with their love and patience
I dream of a life filled with mystery
and an eternity of confusion
I dream of death that has visited me many times
and is the only one that can sneak up on me
I dream of being lost in a forest
and not finding my way back
I dream of sunrises and sunsets
they are the beginnings to some ends
I dream of an image of myself
strong, brave, full of love and forgiveness
I dream of a mother I will never have
and a father who will never change
I dream of chemicals that create
and people who are afraid to love
I dream of a moon who fills my midnight sky
and a sun who cries the stars you see every night
I dream of worlds that integrate and become reality
and dreams become pathways to other dimensions....
Misc.
Poems:
Michelle Walls
Seattle, WA
Missing Our
Hospitality
Based on the
1923 silent film, 'Our Hospitality,' starring Buster
Keaton.
Start out as a drama,
outline the feud between the dark,
stormy day and the fearful and angry people,
Thrive on the ignorance and stupidity,
give the people a very comedic nature,
Appear clumsy in feelings
unable to better a situation.
Don't act proper, educated and assertive,
Drive according to the memory of the people,
themselves could act more dangerous,
as if every work where a threat.
With sunshine and a light wind,
a sense of happiness and of smoothness.
Dark clouds and heavy rain,
seems more dramatic and dangerous.
Move to the nighttime.
Become a dramatic and assertive young man,
in search of his father's memory.
Riding through a rainy thunderstorm,
in the middle of the night.
The people's lives are in danger,
they're hanging off the cliff and drowning.
Describe this drama as switching a light off,
lurking out in the darkness . . . imagine the music
heard.
Feuds, murder and love is best accepted as a drama.
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