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A thousand years of time collide,
The gates of truth are open wide,
Look past the guards of fear and dread,
Find the key that lies ahead.

No epic, tale, or myth can tell,
Nor on earth is there a spell,
That helps describe what's happened here,
And too my mind it's all unclear.

My feelings are a jumbled mess,
And I fear aloud I can't express,
But if you find my heart speaks true,
Know that I'm in love with you.
Valentines poem only four days late! Yay!
 Feb 2015 Adrian Betz
Graff1980
It does not cancel
But laughter
Slightly eases
All the pain

It does not negate
But ***
Sometimes
Softens hard horrors

It does not stop
But there are moments
That make it better
Despite the nightmares of life
Stolen seconds can be restoring
To consciously decide
not to even try
is to opt for the preclusion
of possible success.

That is to say,
such a strategy
is a sure way to fail.
look remote out of reach
on the river when afloat
and you view from the bridge
folks down on the boat!

the sun is just past prime
ripples shine silver bright
on a noon yellowed lime
tinting eyes in dream light!

bares her chest muddy shore
to the water on the glide
**** she would stay no more
when the moon pulls the tide!

can't hold long mote of space
soon the river meanders right
leaving echoing emptiness
when the boat passes out of sight!
my cover photo
Life
A Birth
A Babe
Need Care
Much Care
Much Loving Care
Grow
A Toddler
A Step
A Word
A Smile
A Mess
But still a Life
Grow
A Child
There's School
New Friends
New Messes
New Experiences
And Life goes on
Grow
A Teen
A Fight
A Lover
A Heartbreak
A Forgotten Parent soon remembered
The Babe that will Never return
But that's still Life
Grow
Young Adult
Moving Out
Out to Work
Rarely a Visit
Not a Call
But still a Life
Grow
Adulthood
Marriage
A New Life
New Debt
New Worries
But that same Life
Grow
An Elder
A new Life provides Another
Experienced
A Missed Parent
A Missed Youth
But Still a Life till ever after
Not my usual style of poetry, but hey, why not.
as i turned at the bend
the house showed up

at the gate she stood
smiling at me
her hair fell down on her back
black slightly curled
perfumed oil fragrant
which when she raised her hand to comb
revealed her navel
that like every other day
lusted me to grab her
press her onto me
coalesce
till i would not know
the part that was she
the part that was me.

the house stands freshly painted
there's a woman at the gate
but she is not her.

i sniff the wind for her fragrance.

twenty years is a long time
but why my lust still seeks her

why these hands burn
to grab her just once

do the time we leave behind
and the space
immortal?
Bestrebe nicht
zu bemängeln und zu entkräften,
sondern eher
zu lernen, zu wachsen, und zu verstehen.
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Do not seek
to criticize and refute,
but, rather
to learn, grow, and understand.
Go with etiquette

Ich danke Adrian Betz für seine Hilfe!
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From the countless footsteps
I could feel hers
when summer sun was slanting
the day was losing glares.

Oh her lotus feet
how they cooled the burning dust
soothed my spirit
now I tell the story must!

She would wait beneath a tree
to catch a passing song
that breathed her lullaby
stayed with her for long.

When wind hushed the passing note
the darkness chilled her bone
upon her eyes starlight wrote
you are so alone.

She turned the way she came
trod me her lotus feet
hadn’t seen her known her name
but felt her in heartbeat.

One evening she waited long
till the last crow found its nest
she was dying to hear his song
but silence rent her breast.

As she walked my laden stone
weighed in load of pain
I could feel her anguished moan
that fell on me like rain.

She hasn’t come back to this day
hadn’t seen her known her name
only know it’s truth they say
once lit never dies love’s flame!
 Feb 2015 Adrian Betz
Jamie King
Benign, benevolent ballerina bubbly bathing by beautiful blossoming balsams.

A gander I took and I was a statue, still, allured, and enchanted. my lips basted by beauty, before her I was an apparition, lost in forests of adulation.

A vanishing spirit soon to be a vestige of a vestige. I shall wage wars, arm myself and battle my way to her hands that can melt the glaciers residing in my heart.
What if I said public speaking.. mhhhh enjoy.
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