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It would be perfectly proper for the poet to welcome 'Death' with a curious smile for its instant revelations and numerous , profound musings ..
Copyright April 6 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Your face is displayed on the walls of my mind
clear and plain as day
and sacred as our bodies intertwined in the winter night
the only challenge of my life
is I wish there was a way to express this
this feeling of joy
this feeling of explicit and exclusive bliss
that spreads up throughout my body
like the mist which rolled through the field
that one chilly night in fall
where we finally said what we'd felt all along
Another old poem for you
with some imagery, just for fun
I look at the blank page
That is inviting me to write
I have a whirlwind of feelings
But no words to describe
I look for an emotional story
But nothing comes to mind
This is the time that the poet
Doesn't know what else to write
Lost his power to turn
Everything easier with a dozen rhymes
And a not so happily ever after ending
Now asks the poet
If the rhymes ran way or were stolen
Stolen by those who never read or value them
And so the poet stayed
With a blank sheet and a troubled soul
I just want a hug
No questions
No whys
Just hold me for a few seconds
Let me feel your peace
And calm my soul
On a black reliable swing 'neath the noble Firs-
on a blue blossom morning
Sparrows bound in the sunblind-
of Sweet gum giants
Crows barn dance , craving-
seed and **** new grassy delights
Bluebird performers guard their settlement-
atop the Boxelders with a touch of class ,
Mockingbirds work their piece of forest with a bit of sass
Feisty Mother cardinals squabble-
with Jays in the golden dale
Heartsmitten ancillary sunlight pulling-
earths flowers to awaiting sky
Sweet spring breath of Georgia clearing-
my troubled mind
Copyright April6 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
i want to give you hickies
all over your neck, and stomach, and thighs
i want to kiss you so much
that we forget that we need to breathe
i want to deeply love, write you poems and songs
and cry with you when it is too late to
hold it in any longer
your lips are perfectly shaped,
your eyes hold some type of magic
please let me be the one to love you
endlessly and without limits
we can do things that you
have never experienced before
i want to give you hickies
you can give them to me too,
if you want.

o.o.

4/6/16 11:01 pm
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