the girl I haven’t met

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This little thing is dedicated to my future girlfriend…..

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the girl I haven’t met

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Tonight I fantasized about the girl I haven’t met
As my personal muse she’ll be an inspiring poet
Writing the softest verses as silky as her hosiery
She will wear elegant metaphors like fine jewelry

Gondolas transport love poems through her veins
As her sensuous lips taste of sparkling champagne
Beside her bed rests One Hundred Years of Solitude
In her night table hides lingerie that sets the mood

A delicious contradiction of shy, sassy and coquette
She’s the type of woman no real man could ever forget
For somewhere over the horizon she pens loving poetry
Perhaps one day, her words of love will be meant for me

 

 

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forever haunting me

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This little thing was inspired  by a recent conversation……

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forever haunting me 

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Her metaphors possess me
like a supernatural entity
clinging to my soul in desperation
Refusing to release me
as if it never had a body
to claim as its own

The ghosts in her verses
engrave poetry on tombstones
inside the graveyard of my heart
As her poetry eternally echoes
for her words are spirits
forever haunting me

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Photo from Google Images

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

feathers

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feathers

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We are feathers
floating aimlessly
on the whim of destiny’s breeze
fated to glide on uncontrollable
currents of air
that propel us as they please

Perhaps one day
fate will let a random wind
take me where I never flew
blowing me in the direction
that eventually leads me
closer to you

Ballet of Poetry

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Ballet of Poetry

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With a pirouette of personification
She ignited her carousel of fantasy
As slow enchanting adagio verses
Freed me from my loveless tragédie

Under my spotlight ballon rhymes
Made my heart skip a graceful beat
With her assemblé rhymes floating
She slowly swept me off of my feet

Who could resist such choreography
For her entrée had me from the start
When my prima ballerina performed
A ballet of poetry in my aching heart

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Photo from Google Images.

my guitar quietly weeps for you

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my guitar quietly weeps for you

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Forever drying off
the guitar bridge
that never leads
me back to you
I find myself
playing wet strings
that serve as cruel reminders
of the faded connections
between me and you

Now that you are gone
my heart always beats off key
while the tears never stop
on this damp instrument
And since you no longer care
I write the saddest lyrics
for I’ll always love you in my songs
as my guitar quietly weeps for you

 

love tsunami

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love tsunami

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Heartbreak can be wider than the ocean
The pain can penetrate as deep as the sea
Since he hurt you you’re drowning in tears
But don’t be afraid to take a chance on me

The seas of love have the power of healing
Swim with me and everything will be fine
We can flow wherever the currents take us
Let’s fall in love and leave our scars behind

The two of us could make the biggest splash
If we let the waters wash over you and me
So let’s get caught in the waves of passion
For together we will start a love tsunami

tonight

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tonight

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Come follow the tides of my beating heart
And everything will be within our reach
Tonight, we can make the moon blush
By making sandy love on a lonely beach

The ebb and flow of our writhing bodies
Will compose such an aquatic harmony
Tonight, we should abandon dry land
Let our delicious sighs be our symphony

Grains of sand will become smoking ashes
With our delicious loving making intensity
Tonight, we can slowly journey to forever
If we are submerged in love until eternity