Month: August 2015
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Haiku Ten – Eight
This haiku welcomes
Musical orchid delight
In verse melodies
Connections through time
Directing education
Emancipation
Words ignite desires
Passions flow beneath covers
Pleasures of reading
A spring flower blooms
Smiling eyes bursting with joy
Beauty in season
Reasons forgotten
Light dims with every heartbeat
Your touch haunts me still
Captured by your smile
Laughing eyes show me the way
Darkness never dawns
Questions surround me
Answers move into focus
Silence without tears
Laughter without tears
Silence without loneliness
Nothing without pain
Restless thoughts ramble
Shadows whisper endlessly
Silhouettes dancing
On a stormy night
An Old Dark House mystery
Imagination
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Room of Secrets
Lost in her room of secrets
Knowing her weakness
Passions lurking in shadows
Searching for release
A reputation to maintain
Prim and proper
Debauched desires brewing
Needing to be tamed
Reaching out in the dark of night
Lust in sight
Waiting for a time to let go
For love to flow
Turning away from possibilities
As desires weep
Wondering if it’s hers to give
Or be taken away
Repressed by rejection and fear
And unsatisfied tears
Full of sadness as love fades
Lost in her room of secrets
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Late Night Journeys
Letting You Go
Sailing away on dreams and expectations
Doubt fades and hope returns once again
Gazing into your eyes silences the voices
Lost words frozen in the still of the night
With the best of intentions it all began
Moments woven with pain float on by
Exploring late night journeys in my mind
But saying goodbye is the hardest thing
Words written in ink, tears and sadness
My way of saying its over and letting go
Shivering in the thought that it brings
Lost illusions linger as sleep takes hold
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Tranquil
No rest for the wicked is how the saying goes
But tediousness is tiresome work to say the least
I seek a place that I may quietly rest my noisy head
It waits for me high above and to the direct Northeast
A point of refuge for the traveler in the night
A corner of the world with a uniqueness all its own
Diamonds and emeralds grace its endless shores
A glistening path to serenity is what you will be shown
All around leviathans reach for the glory of the heavens
As depths are concealed by a pristine sheet of the deepest blue
A place holding the most genuine of divine inspirations
Where heart and mind can grasp what’s right and true
The wise men and the elders that graced this land before
Left so much to teach us if we open eyes enough to find
Respect for the spirit of what Mother Earth bestowed upon us
Take solely what is…
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MY WRITER – A Poem
Human
I faced the spectre of my lonesome days.
Your laughter won’t echo from the walls;
and the world outside does not exist, caught in the throes of some secret, silent rapture. Yet weep now not for me, for I have wedded myself to a muted bliss – though still you are an abiding thought…How typical of us? Humans.
Vagrant Poetry 