you find
what moves your heart
in small places and things,
a bird, a laugh, colors made new,
made bright
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you find
what moves your heart
in small places and things,
a bird, a laugh, colors made new,
made bright
made bright
my eyes, my smile
you did it, you culprit
they are like flashing neon lights
you're here
you're here
amongst the stars
across the sky you breathe
from horizon to horizon
you are
you are
the soul speaking
of wonder and rainbows,
a sullen sky waking over
water.
water
in undergrownd
river just glittering
silently in the echo sound
whispers
whispers
barely spoken
a sound so sweetly sung
there just beneath the river edge
a song
Whispers
from lovers far
away sometimes reach us
just like “I love you” shouted in
our ears
oh dear...
our ears
attached liked twins
hear sounds of love approach
sensitive and alluring wait
to kiss
to kiss
the face of God
kiss your fingers and place
them into the clouds and he will
capture
capture
the light of you,
make you see it, then act,
sing, make a poem, paint your life
holy
you're here
but I cannot
see or feel any red
hair or a reflection of it
My God!
sorry,,,time lag problem
holy,
sacred, so what
cows are not forgiven
for their milk,meat and hide by men
all over
all over
let's play charades
tell me what it sounds like
how many words or syllables
help me
help meQuote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
these deceptions
are no joy for my heart
paper flowers grow not in love
gardens
Zzzzzzzzzz
Oh NO! Not love again! lol :D
of love
hearts and flowers
steamy showers, back rubs
serenade me with your oboe
oh no
gardens
mine are dying,
they thrive on different things,
even within one love, many
words live
I give up
oh no
don't play music
to these over-fed ears
so weary of the food of love
Oh, love!
We now pause for a short commercial break.
DON'T GIVE UP DON'T GIVE UP
And now, back to your regularly scheduled program.
words live
but you cannot
hear them with your earthly
ears already dinned with dead noise
words die
words liveQuote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
and bubble forth
blow in this little wand
and watch them tickle my earlobes
popping
:lol: you crack me up!Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
words die
without kisses
without warm baths, candles,
and the long night with its caught sighs
kiss me
popping,Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
I hear you laugh,
trickling down, I taste them,
like sweet wine on my lips, pour on
pour on
popping
out of their cups
they look like two pears
ogling from the bough of sweet love
your eyes!
ya know...we're getting awful close to some simulpostagasms here. ;)
Oh my gosh....#2061 and #2062 :blush: :blush:
kiss me
she said and brought
her cute lips close to mine
I felt like some lightening has
struck me
be happy, it's your goodluck !! lolQuote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
pour onQuote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
the sweet honey
stir me with a large spoon
make me dizzy in your glass of
sweet tea
your eyesQuote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
should not go there
cover them with clover
listen now, bees drinking nectar
honey
sweet tea,
honey melding,
the glass overflowing,
I catch it with my tongue, the spill
stir again
struck meQuote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
down like a hound
now I'm bound for glory
come to me my highwayman and
save me
save me!
comes on horseback,
comes to her by moonlight,
the highwayman in the moonlight,
tonight
tonight
in sprinkled bliss
gaze on stars' silver glow
and map the story's gentle turn
inside.
Oh no!
The cat wears shoes.
The dog is counting stones.
It's enough to turn this blue world
around.
opps, sorry I read the poems on the wrong page.
not a problem, schaden. :)
From Penseroso's:
inside
the stormy slits
of your eyes, did i see
the slightest trace of fear, of fear
growing?...
From Schaden's:
around
the world in eight
days now, wouldnt Verne be
amazed at how quickly we are
growing?....
growing,
the palm leaf peels,
like a snake, like we have,
but refuse to think as one with
snake, palm
snake,palm
yes, I carry
snakes in my palm of hand
they sneak out of my cuffs and sleeves
and bite
and bite,
does the winter,
our ears and nose, does float
our breathing, silent in the air -
white birds
white birds,
snowy egrets--
standing tall in canals--
longing deeply for Hatteras
again...