suevioletta - Hello Poetry

Restless, hot night Questions unasked Unbidden Unanswered By a troubled mind The beauty of the night sky Unseen by the blind. The power of love lost By lonely seekers Calling Wandering about Looking for a light Only lovers know the way Through the night Unwavering Undaunted Follow the gentle glow Of the loving heart. Only lovers can see The guiding light Rising from the storm Timeless and calm The lonely souls left behind Never to be found. I am lost ! I am blind ! Answer me, my love !

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Aug 24, 2015

Aug 24, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC

Night.

Restless, hot night Questions unasked Unbidden Unanswered By a troubled mind The beauty of the night sky Unseen by the blind. The power of love lost By lonely seekers Calling Wandering about Looking for a light Only lovers know the way Through the night Unwavering Undaunted Follow the gentle glow Of the loving heart. Only lovers can see The guiding light Rising from the storm Timeless and calm The lonely souls left behind Never to be found. I am lost ! I am blind ! Answer me, my love !

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Excuse me, where is LionAir ? Sorry, wrong terminal. But, to be fair, It's not far. Down the escalator turn left see the sign. Up the elevator turn right You will be fine. I Was not ! No crossing the yellow line ! Excuse me, ? LionAir ? Sure, follow the footprints on the gound about 5 miles to walk about you will be there in no time at all. I Was not ! The footprints ended in a wall. LionAir ? I ask, Yeah, follow the guy in a yellow vest he is heading there too. he Was not ! The dude diverted to a Portaloo. Where is the Lion ****** Air ? Follow the crowd ? Arrive en masse ? Nope ! They got on the bus. Oops, what's this ? LionAir ! No sign, no footprints, no line But, I'm finally there ! The name has been changed to protect the innocent. Me.

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC

Airport travails.

Excuse me, where is LionAir ? Sorry, wrong terminal. But, to be fair, It's not far. Down the escalator turn left see the sign. Up the elevator turn right You will be fine. I Was not ! No crossing the yellow line ! Excuse me, ? LionAir ? Sure, follow the footprints on the gound about 5 miles to walk about you will be there in no time at all. I Was not ! The footprints ended in a wall. LionAir ? I ask, Yeah, follow the guy in a yellow vest he is heading there too. he Was not ! The dude diverted to a Portaloo. Where is the Lion ****** Air ? Follow the crowd ? Arrive en masse ? Nope ! They got on the bus. Oops, what's this ? LionAir ! No sign, no footprints, no line But, I'm finally there ! The name has been changed to protect the innocent. Me.

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My precious daughter moved away, Like every child would One day In my heart I was glad And I died. I know you had to go Following your art And your heart. It was like letting a dove go From my hand To be free To fly in the sky To the welcoming hands of a friend. A curtain raises And a curtain falls On the many acts of life You now walk on a new path So far away Many journeys starting Crisscrossing And ending Yours and mine Forever entwined.

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Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC

So Far Away.

My precious daughter moved away, Like every child would One day In my heart I was glad And I died. I know you had to go Following your art And your heart. It was like letting a dove go From my hand To be free To fly in the sky To the welcoming hands of a friend. A curtain raises And a curtain falls On the many acts of life You now walk on a new path So far away Many journeys starting Crisscrossing And ending Yours and mine Forever entwined.

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Lunar eclipse The blood moon nearing totality Allowing stars to shine Midnight Statues without time The sweet taste of wine I'm here. Am I ? I don't see the walls or the doors I see you, My two nightowls Walking through the night Talking, laughing Standing quiet A fire in your eyes watching the city lights. Midnight And the time stands still The bridge to the end to which I'm near You both just starting So young and full of life Give me your hands ! Let us fly Above the city lights Over the river and glassy spires The rhythm of your hearts Resonates Happy and sad They complement. Midnight And the time is still My old soul remembering my youth Happy and sad Rejecting the truth Living now Young again You have so much to give Open your wings in a full flight For mine are now clipped. And yes, I'm here Forever remembering the city spires The music The laughter and fire in your eyes The bridge to the end Happy and sad my soul Without fear.

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Apr 11, 2015

Apr 11, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC

Living.

Lunar eclipse The blood moon nearing totality Allowing stars to shine Midnight Statues without time The sweet taste of wine I'm here. Am I ? I don't see the walls or the doors I see you, My two nightowls Walking through the night Talking, laughing Standing quiet A fire in your eyes watching the city lights. Midnight And the time stands still The bridge to the end to which I'm near You both just starting So young and full of life Give me your hands ! Let us fly Above the city lights Over the river and glassy spires The rhythm of your hearts Resonates Happy and sad They complement. Midnight And the time is still My old soul remembering my youth Happy and sad Rejecting the truth Living now Young again You have so much to give Open your wings in a full flight For mine are now clipped. And yes, I'm here Forever remembering the city spires The music The laughter and fire in your eyes The bridge to the end Happy and sad my soul Without fear.

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Miss Polly had a dolly with fries and radishes. Washed down with a large glass of jolly, it was delicious !

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC

Miss Polly

Miss Polly had a dolly with fries and radishes. Washed down with a large glass of jolly, it was delicious !

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Your long journey is at the end Not gone Never far from my mind Memories flooding From misty past Lovers and loves First and last Living and dead All facing me. You holding my little hand Through fears and tears And happiness All in the same frame. You have believed in me and mine And gave me strength With your parting line: Be good. Be best ! Thank you dad For all your love and faith Your acceptance You have done all you could Your soul now released. I love you ! Rest in peace.

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Nov 10, 2014

Nov 10, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC

Dear Dad.

Your long journey is at the end Not gone Never far from my mind Memories flooding From misty past Lovers and loves First and last Living and dead All facing me. You holding my little hand Through fears and tears And happiness All in the same frame. You have believed in me and mine And gave me strength With your parting line: Be good. Be best ! Thank you dad For all your love and faith Your acceptance You have done all you could Your soul now released. I love you ! Rest in peace.

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Crushing disappointment A dark shadow Smothering my world Clouding my mind Why ? Why ? There are no roses Only thorns No fire, only the smoke I'm blind to your kind comfort Why ? I cry hiding behind a smile. But you are wrong! There is a fire Behind the smoke. It's in my heart! The thorns come with roses A beautiful sight. The tears of my disappointment Just made up my mind I will try harder again and again ! I CAN !

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Oct 11, 2014

Oct 11, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC

Disappointment

Crushing disappointment A dark shadow Smothering my world Clouding my mind Why ? Why ? There are no roses Only thorns No fire, only the smoke I'm blind to your kind comfort Why ? I cry hiding behind a smile. But you are wrong! There is a fire Behind the smoke. It's in my heart! The thorns come with roses A beautiful sight. The tears of my disappointment Just made up my mind I will try harder again and again ! I CAN !

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Music and dance Her life's pulse She is compelled Can't resist Like an ocean The music ebbs and swells And sweeps her in a deep joy Everything else abandoned Life's ills and hurts are no more ! She can SEE the music Imagining the dance The rhythm and the flow It gives her wings The lifts and jumps Are high to the sky And majesticaly slow! But the grand jete Comes at a price Every sinew cries The beautiful arabesque An epitome of grace The long line of pirouettes So fast only a blur An elegant refrain And no one see That her joints are screaming in pain. Yet Day in and day out practisìng , rehearsing For a thousandth time Finding the strength For a thousand and one Still The music soars And in her mind She is flying, Turning Gliding With a geat joy ! Dance is her life. Yes, I am still dreaming Of what might have been once I just was never good enough.

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC

Dance.

Music and dance Her life's pulse She is compelled Can't resist Like an ocean The music ebbs and swells And sweeps her in a deep joy Everything else abandoned Life's ills and hurts are no more ! She can SEE the music Imagining the dance The rhythm and the flow It gives her wings The lifts and jumps Are high to the sky And majesticaly slow! But the grand jete Comes at a price Every sinew cries The beautiful arabesque An epitome of grace The long line of pirouettes So fast only a blur An elegant refrain And no one see That her joints are screaming in pain. Yet Day in and day out practisìng , rehearsing For a thousandth time Finding the strength For a thousand and one Still The music soars And in her mind She is flying, Turning Gliding With a geat joy ! Dance is her life. Yes, I am still dreaming Of what might have been once I just was never good enough.

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Today was just another day You made it through Tonight The darkness descends on your soul Like a black veil Twisting and tightening Around you Nowhere to go Nobody hears No one near Only the Black Dog howls. Yet you do have a weapon So fight ! Take your brush and paint Take your pen and write Sing to the Black Dog Paint away the night And the black veil In a frame of an all consuming flame. Behind the fog We are there, Your friends.

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC

To my friend.

Today was just another day You made it through Tonight The darkness descends on your soul Like a black veil Twisting and tightening Around you Nowhere to go Nobody hears No one near Only the Black Dog howls. Yet you do have a weapon So fight ! Take your brush and paint Take your pen and write Sing to the Black Dog Paint away the night And the black veil In a frame of an all consuming flame. Behind the fog We are there, Your friends.

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Troubled mind Wounded soul Broken heart not healing. Soft fur and feline purr of a rescued cat Might help to give your life New meaning.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC

Rescued cat

Troubled mind Wounded soul Broken heart not healing. Soft fur and feline purr of a rescued cat Might help to give your life New meaning.

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