Full Circle In the dawn of the morning, she takes his hand She slides her body over his ready to take her stand Her sensual desire controls her mind Her graceful body responding in kind Her sweet lips melt against his flesh As their bodies begin to meld and mesh She rides him and...
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Almost all the way back to conventional crafting for this old dog…. Missing When be those moments of the greatest pain? At what clock ticks does my heart ache and woe? What are those places worry makes great gain? Where lie the avenues of deep sorrow? They’re the long minutes I hear naught of...
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This was written for my darling co-host at EWNN, Sue Reddy-Silverman. She requested it, and I am delivering. Enjoy this Sue… In the Garden of Florida South, in the heat of the peninsula To the very end, a lover wanders Roams the sultry garden of  Florida And he can see one of nature’s wonders...
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Another…yes…. I am addicted and there seems to be no turning back. This one goes back to the classic styles and usage of the sonnet- kinda, sorta, maybe… The Breath of Excalibur The search of a lifetime is nigh to close I know the treasure to be close at hand So near is the...
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Working my way back to a more traditional sonnet than is, but still trying to remain modern in this adventure… 1500cc of Love The ride was nothing short of true greatness A late day sun was full and nurturing The wind gave us waving trees as witness Winged friends had songs of our amore...
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Metaphorically speaking, a Light 2.0 The techs believed all switches went to null They smugly knew all the lights were put out They set the machine down, thinking it was dull Assured they had won, beyond any doubt But somewhere behind circuit boards and wires There remains a beacon burning so bright Mortal men...
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This is my third published —I have few private ones stashed away—and I have to admit I am becoming quickly addicted. Thank you for the structure lesson… A Call For You Goddamn my heart is lost without your hand Reaching into my throat it calls your name Oh please show yourself to this aching...
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Well, now I have gone and done it. For the first time ever, I took a stab at real, structured with this sonnet. I think I like it- geez, me being structured just doesn’t seem right… The Sound Of Freedom Always before, I have kept one foot back Staying behind to give me anchorage...
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Scribbles form my notebook… Breaking Ground Rich In Grade I have shouldered a worthy blade Harnessed a steed of the greatest might Breaking ground rich in grade I’m told the crops can never be right With the horse a true furrow is made Following, I steady a cumbersome plough Breaking ground rich in grade...
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A Lover Waits… A lover waits beside an open door For passion to come, ecstasy and more Another walks toward and holds the key To bliss and joy if it’s meant to be Lips meet as two lovers touch Neither knew that they could feel so much Gently yet the passion rises high As...
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The Muse….. His life was charmed as he looked to his muse The one who gave him his directional ruse She gave him life through her poetry and song Each verse, melody, and rhyme keeping him strong Through times of heartbreak and times of joy His soul soared with with all she employed She...
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Thundertstorms… Have you ever noticed lightning in the nighttime? Have you heard the thunder in the afternoon? When you see and hear it, you will know it is the right time To get ready, cause a storm is coming soon. Get ready for some threatening clouds, get ready for a shower; You get ready...
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The Music Maker The Music Maker sits at the celestial keys Bringing her a faded memory The perfect song to fill her mind The only one he could find To fit her heart as it sits and waits Bringing in the focus of the lover’s fates The music of the night her only dream...
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Little Miss Dangerous…. The night is full of promise As she heads out the door Ready to raise her voice Ready to roar Her mood is sensual Sexy and cool She wants him And tonight there’s no rules Dressed in leather And lipstick in red Long flowing hair All her inhibitions shed Her plan...
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The Gardener…. Came to me on the wings of a dove The freedom of my soul’s flight Was carried on the wind in the bright sunlight He swept in like a warm summer’s day Filling my soul with a fragrant bouquet Of herbs, and spice, and warm comfort joy His gardener hands he did...
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Night Release As she stands in the doorway of her empty room His presence fills her sense of gloom Thoughts of his love a thousand miles away Warms her heart in abundant display The nights are filled with vivid dreams Ensconced with colors floating on moonbeams All the reds, purples, and blues The colors...
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Poetry is once again coursing my veins as I become more in tune with the raw, primal emotions that spark and jolt my every breath. I seem to be the type that knows no middle ground, just one extreme or another. This piece is dedicated to the one person who seems to know how...
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Destruction Ere from within Stabbing myself with steeled stupidity Terribly speaking words that bring about scars Ruinous havoc upon that which I should hold sacred Undermining entire  efforts to be totally human Creating darkness where light cowers Trashing my soul Slaughter
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In a whirlwind of ether charged instants filled with passion Two lives tangled and suspended each other While dancing across digital landscapes Inputs, outputs, mashups Love
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I often wonder if I have true emotions and passion, or are they faux. I think I quit writing 8 years ago because I knew the answer. I really don’t know how much longer I’ll keep this current streak of writing going… The blades of the pretty grasses are now mostly brown, bleached by...
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