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Shadows play in candlelight

A warm sweet glow against the night

The sound of a solemn orchestra

Weaving melody over a pounding shore

She sits there in the midst of natures scorn and rage

And delicately she works at words upon a page

Thunder and lightning bend to her will

As the storm clouds part and the winds still

Her eyes move wistfully over a horizon now hosting a lazy sun

As she carefully molds with her hands all deeds not yet done

ROMANCE

Some dark sweet nothing
Aperture of the mind
Fallen hearts surrender
Such moves with gentle time

Lonesome thoughts asunder
Whisper words of Night
Oh casual persuader
Of my heavenly delight
sjp 7/01




I will be your poetry,
My hands like the written words
every touch a design of my passion

I will be your poetry
My lips like the unfolding value
every kiss revealing my desire

I will be your poetry
My body like the issuing rhythm
every movement an answer in harmony
sjp






















The Rose

In all things there is beauty
but alas, evil lurks in shadows
The rose is oh so sultry
she dances wildly in meadows

Stretching and curving sweetly
tempting the sun with her kisses
If you approach her meekly
of love she'll grant your wishes

Pounce and feel her furious might
experience pain and lightness of breath
The cold wind blows a lonely night
for in her body you've found death
SJP 8/82





Nearly waking I am greeted with a light breeze
It brushes gently across my cheek
And the fragrance is of a garden, lush and sweet

Nodding my head and stretching serenely
Blades of soft grass tickle my fingers
Gentle is the sway of their rhythm to the song of silence

Opening my eyes, I welcome a million stars
And the full guiding light of the moon
To find myself cradled in a lifetime; one in gods plan
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Rose, Large

Not Mine but Important Poetry

Of good in men I can speak...
But not of evil...
For what is evil,
But goodness tortured
By its own hunger and thirst
When good is hungry..
It eats even in dark caves
And when it thirst...
It drinks even of dead waters.
Kahlil Gibran

ESTROGEN
 
Her footsteps are silent
As she moves through my mind
Here temper is violent
She feeds on the kind
Sometimes you may see her
Shadowing my eyes like the night
Pressing, demanding and sure
Easily manipulating our ongoing fight
She'll promise you anything
With words that sting sweet
So beware of her tempting
Her vengence runs deep
Little boy with golden hair
And eyes that shine like saphires
Hypnotized by her seductive stare
Entrapped by her wonton desires