clayfeet - Hello Poetry

Forlorn beauty-child Living in my night Crying in your dream. Sounds of sorrow Linger in the morning mist Of subdued consciousness. Troubled water falls From awakened red eyes That searched inside loneliness Only to find more. Now... Behind my faceted face Your countenance lingers... I glance quickly within, You disappear! Your gaze lit my shadowed mind. Your presence was there waiting For me… A Sonata… A Fantasy A Major key bright-shining Singing sunbeams to lift me. After the music... Shards of shattered dreams Scattered like felled icicles lying in the sun, melting into mulch They dawned bright green Pipers on Scottish dew. The mourning moon is Catchlight in your eyes Bright Bird... Captivating sailors Reaching down evoking vulnerable Aspects held so long secret...

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Nov 25, 2015

Nov 25, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC

Scotch sonata - Piper's dream

Forlorn beauty-child Living in my night Crying in your dream. Sounds of sorrow Linger in the morning mist Of subdued consciousness. Troubled water falls From awakened red eyes That searched inside loneliness Only to find more. Now... Behind my faceted face Your countenance lingers... I glance quickly within, You disappear! Your gaze lit my shadowed mind. Your presence was there waiting For me… A Sonata… A Fantasy A Major key bright-shining Singing sunbeams to lift me. After the music... Shards of shattered dreams Scattered like felled icicles lying in the sun, melting into mulch They dawned bright green Pipers on Scottish dew. The mourning moon is Catchlight in your eyes Bright Bird... Captivating sailors Reaching down evoking vulnerable Aspects held so long secret...

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The mourning moon is Catchlight in your eyes.

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC

Quick Click

The mourning moon is Catchlight in your eyes.

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I could love every part of you Inside and out That every part of me could touch Outside and in

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC

You

I could love every part of you Inside and out That every part of me could touch Outside and in

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Crack in the ceiling Expensive repair. Crack in the glass Duct tape Crack of a switch Stripe the ***** Crack of a gun Someone's done Crack the vein Relieve pain Crack of lightning Frightening Crack the whip Obey Crack my skull My mind mulls Crack the mirror Old wives’ tales dither Crack the door It's her … Crack of her *** Beautiful tail Ends this tight little piece

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC

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Crack in the ceiling Expensive repair. Crack in the glass Duct tape Crack of a switch Stripe the ***** Crack of a gun Someone's done Crack the vein Relieve pain Crack of lightning Frightening Crack the whip Obey Crack my skull My mind mulls Crack the mirror Old wives’ tales dither Crack the door It's her … Crack of her *** Beautiful tail Ends this tight little piece

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Lies seem to be the most popular personal vice in the world these days. So common, in fact, that it's nearly impossible to know a truth any more.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC

Lies

Lies seem to be the most popular personal vice in the world these days. So common, in fact, that it's nearly impossible to know a truth any more.

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*We walk through a garden in the evening sun. We joke, we laugh, our thoughts are one As we find a spot near a softwood tree With bright flowers, cool shadows, alone, you and me. We sit, we recline, your hand in mine Your head on my shoulder, a feeling sublime. We talk for a while and then we play, We tease and touch in our special way. The day surrenders to twilight then night, The cool blue moon is now our delight. This timeless wonder in a lovers’ sky Compels our gaze to each other’s eyes. Its magic transfigures your eyes into pools Mysterious, haunting, inviting and cool While mine are ablaze with passion’s fire. We are trapped! Moon’s magic is now our desire. Your hair glistens in this lovers’ light. What was sunset gold in my earlier sight Is a silver-sphered halo, angelic and bright. A dark silhouette with comforting arms I embrace you and kiss you and drink-in your charms. Lips that smiled laughed and called Are ambrosia, THE NECTAR, the gods are awed! Kissing, tenderly, we kindle love’s fire, A gentle caress heats our desire. In our close embrace, the promise of day We’ll fulfill this night in love’s ancient way. Our kisses become longer and heaped with passion! To hell with reason! To hell with ration! We heed love’s call, love sets us free And we unite...in splendour! To love’s ultimate degree We blush, we smile, we sigh so deep, We sing...love’s soft song as its joy we reap. We rapturously explore with all we possess To assure each other that all is expressed. Our souls are in ecstasy! So deep, so endearing Our kisses; so sweet, so pure our singing. We whisper our name to each other’s ear Softly, earnestly, so our hearts may hear. At last, love’s longing is finally relieved, At last, love’s dream is blissfully achieved. We’ve paid the supreme compliment for our caring With an act of love...the most intimate sharing.*

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Feb 1, 2015

Feb 1, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC

Soft Song

*We walk through a garden in the evening sun. We joke, we laugh, our thoughts are one As we find a spot near a softwood tree With bright flowers, cool shadows, alone, you and me. We sit, we recline, your hand in mine Your head on my shoulder, a feeling sublime. We talk for a while and then we play, We tease and touch in our special way. The day surrenders to twilight then night, The cool blue moon is now our delight. This timeless wonder in a lovers’ sky Compels our gaze to each other’s eyes. Its magic transfigures your eyes into pools Mysterious, haunting, inviting and cool While mine are ablaze with passion’s fire. We are trapped! Moon’s magic is now our desire. Your hair glistens in this lovers’ light. What was sunset gold in my earlier sight Is a silver-sphered halo, angelic and bright. A dark silhouette with comforting arms I embrace you and kiss you and drink-in your charms. Lips that smiled laughed and called Are ambrosia, THE NECTAR, the gods are awed! Kissing, tenderly, we kindle love’s fire, A gentle caress heats our desire. In our close embrace, the promise of day We’ll fulfill this night in love’s ancient way. Our kisses become longer and heaped with passion! To hell with reason! To hell with ration! We heed love’s call, love sets us free And we unite...in splendour! To love’s ultimate degree We blush, we smile, we sigh so deep, We sing...love’s soft song as its joy we reap. We rapturously explore with all we possess To assure each other that all is expressed. Our souls are in ecstasy! So deep, so endearing Our kisses; so sweet, so pure our singing. We whisper our name to each other’s ear Softly, earnestly, so our hearts may hear. At last, love’s longing is finally relieved, At last, love’s dream is blissfully achieved. We’ve paid the supreme compliment for our caring With an act of love...the most intimate sharing.*

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I didn’t tell you how my world shattered. No matter... it was over... my castle battered. Angels prayed no difference made Separate ways taken for both our sake Visceral pain reigned heaving chest... ... one year counseling relief and rest **Time heals… Blessings count** Children! Our love legacy. Once with eager glee close to wedded bliss We smiled... shared a hot fudge sundae And topped it with a kiss.

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Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC

Afterthought

I didn’t tell you how my world shattered. No matter... it was over... my castle battered. Angels prayed no difference made Separate ways taken for both our sake Visceral pain reigned heaving chest... ... one year counseling relief and rest **Time heals… Blessings count** Children! Our love legacy. Once with eager glee close to wedded bliss We smiled... shared a hot fudge sundae And topped it with a kiss.

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You are the glowing embers in a comforting hearth, Set ablaze by the murmuring draft of Caressed anticipation, freed to rise By caring hands from the core of your flame To ignite the girth of my imagination.

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC

You Are Woman

You are the glowing embers in a comforting hearth, Set ablaze by the murmuring draft of Caressed anticipation, freed to rise By caring hands from the core of your flame To ignite the girth of my imagination.

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Lovely mornings, evenings, nights our hearts took flight Laughing ceased as sighs increased. Wafts of sensual sweet smells rose. Bodies, curved in writhing poses glowed. Cares lost in arousing touch, lingering fingers longed for Secrets, shared in sacred sighs and wanton lies. Arching union quivered and quaked. I whispered then and will again Stilettos are not made for walking, Their soul purpose, freeing our rising desires, Feeding rapturous tinglings of sensual ecstasy.

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC

A fond remembrance

Lovely mornings, evenings, nights our hearts took flight Laughing ceased as sighs increased. Wafts of sensual sweet smells rose. Bodies, curved in writhing poses glowed. Cares lost in arousing touch, lingering fingers longed for Secrets, shared in sacred sighs and wanton lies. Arching union quivered and quaked. I whispered then and will again Stilettos are not made for walking, Their soul purpose, freeing our rising desires, Feeding rapturous tinglings of sensual ecstasy.

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Ahoy Captain Courageous! Cleave not thy ship from soul Past heaving swell through Stormy sleet this spellbinding Siren to seek. Away thee, Ahab! More than Whale, this mistress heaps Thy spirit to take thee Deep ‘neath sandy shoal. She sings... clings... captures. Pour over rocks Impudent-ass officer Soon torn and tattered. You know better than Fools before thee! Yea! Your liquor lapses Dead man dreaming! Admirals and angels Have fallen Afore thee… oh wise one, Ha! Like notches on a barrel Your soul… she’ll tow on her tale.

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC

Siren's Song

Ahoy Captain Courageous! Cleave not thy ship from soul Past heaving swell through Stormy sleet this spellbinding Siren to seek. Away thee, Ahab! More than Whale, this mistress heaps Thy spirit to take thee Deep ‘neath sandy shoal. She sings... clings... captures. Pour over rocks Impudent-ass officer Soon torn and tattered. You know better than Fools before thee! Yea! Your liquor lapses Dead man dreaming! Admirals and angels Have fallen Afore thee… oh wise one, Ha! Like notches on a barrel Your soul… she’ll tow on her tale.

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