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Love Poem [Love poems are not rational at all, often they are born in a half awake, half asleep state of mind.'] The night has fallen, heavy garment wrapped the earth Moon is climbing hidden ladder reaches zenith's plank Hearing footsteps of its master, dawn, its fiercest foe Stars begin to fade away mountain peaks begin to glow Mesmerized and frozen still, spears of light and spears of heat Like an army of one mind, mighty, violent as with one heartbeat... My tranquil sea is now disturbed, this peaceful garment sun's razor rips A burst of passion, in righteous rage I seek to block oppressor's whips I raise my hands and raise my voice, the whip has fallen so did my voice The clock has struck, moon hid its face my dream is stolen I've got no choice But run to you my sweetest one and hide my soul's despairing wants Of love so tender and soul so pure I dare not speak corrupting words Too small for expression, too weak to make sense, too distant for embrace I'd rather feel, enjoy your touch, time is then lost, love takes its place. Love is the beat and rhythm of life where would I be without its song? Where shall I hide my weary soul but in love's arms, gentle yet strong. Oh let me bathe you my, sweetest dove, in love too deep for words, sublime Let night and day now mix together and let two threads become one twine Strong and secure, one heartbeat, one pulse one vision and thought. Fill our cup with brand new wine till t'overflows and spills abroad To those who long for liberation, and those who dream for exaltation In what the Maker had in His mind before the world and its foundation Let me explode and take you along this path so dangerous and unexplored Yet known to me in measure-divine, my soul is different...I know its lot My mission begins, new chapter enfolds and you are the one He chose to astound So take my hand and don't let go, come lets like eagles spread wings and mount Soaring on high, with steadying wind, our' flight's on, our' time's arrived My Sabbath rest has finally come, my pride is gone, the wrong the right... No one is hurt and no one despairs I rest in Him who knows the fight His will is my sail and I am that boat sailing the ocean wherever He ##### The earth is quiet, sky rests in peace, ocean is calm, my fight is a loss My love's awakened and longs for you to feel your touch and heart Incense and myrrh mixed with new spice, rare is our love, a gift divine Rare are these feelings and thoughts in my mind, as in a daze, without a fright I do surrender to ways from above and fight no more or disagree, I let it be I fall and die, dissolved and blending with spirit realm still distant, yet real But it comes closer, knocks on my door beckons my heart and lets me in... Chambers of velvet, and scarlet wool, stripped of its garment is the longed for dream.
Love Poem [Falling in love is one thing staying that way is another, but poetry can be like a medicine helping one to stay stricken. Angels sing! Church bells ring! I have fallen in love and sing! Clouds smile! Earth, beat your drum! Sun dance! Wind whistle and hum! The melody and harmony of love What I have received is a gift from above! God's love became flesh and blood! Tell me what's wrong and what is right! Can time stand still without a fight? I blend with You and with your light Darkness' forsaken, gone in its fright Yes time stands still upon the hill Makes no alarm and makes no drill For it's been made for joy and thrill Sun tarries now and seeks its fill It drags its feet throws glances with a sigh ##### me sweet kisses and says 'good bye' I hear its sobs with rainbows around Tear drops now fall but from one cloud These darkness could not destroy They linger and share in my joy They sing the newly born song They join and march with the happy throng Of like victims' sun's smiles deprived But not forsaken, like me set apart For glory and honor, quality divine Without tears this honor could never be mine. Tears come and go and they are dried I spread my wings. I soar and glide I'm climbing mountains for some too high The night, the tears, the pain and sigh I left behind... this worn out garment I clad myself in purple and scarlet The royal feast is called up, I hear the clatter... My comfort's served now on a golden platter.
Love Poem [One can be lost in a dream world, but no one can pass a judgment on such except the one who is in it.] Silent prayer has gone out among shadows and trembling leaves... Giant bell rung somber sound, moonlight dancing on sad trees Howling dogs... a burst of laughter, a whiff of grass... a silent heap Happy creek plays with its pebbles makes them sing and weep I am lost and not aware that a prayer has left my soul Piercing sky like a shooting star traveling to God's throne My dove awakes like in a dream then seeks to kiss my lips My mouth is moistened with desire but distance plays its tricks Picked by wind and wrapped in moonlight angels carry you They bring you closer to feast my eyes then disappear, without a clue I yearn for their return but they keep playing with my time, I wonder why? Clatter of wings... my gift comes nearer, my love's awakened, intensified. Silent prayer has gone out... the night's gone, it's time to behold I'm lost in a dream and expectation, pages turn, new chapter to enfold Now wind is rushing to my aid and helps to show the real you I read the pages and rejoice. My love is real... the gift is too.
Fun Poem [Asking for lies is just a way of telling man to make girl/woman feel good. But once this 'honey jar' is opened one may have to keep it up.] Tell me sweet little lies Make me feel good Tell me words in disguise That pamper and sooth Tell me sweet little lies Dispel my gloom Soap me up even patronize Bathe me in your sweet perfume Tell me sweet little lies Don't you hold no utterance Say them all with sighs Like in a dream or in a trance Tell me sweet little lies And do not tell a few I lower the blinds and close my eyes I will believe that they are all true Now time elapsed since sweet lies were told Torrential floods invaded the trance Like hungry wolfs broke into a fold Devoured sheep and little lambs A lie embraced the other lies Like chain they followed down the trails They have descended from mountain highs Into deep valleys of fairytales There they embraced to comfort each other Sweet little nothings were now greatly missed Once turned into motion they nag and bother Soon they will holler with raised up fist: 'Make sweet little lies true! You promised!'
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