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In front of the altar to a new life.  
A tear drops in this perfect petal storm.
Holding my hands tight.
You glisten ever brighter - I've been reborn.

You are so exquisite - beyond imagination.
I didn't think this day would ever come.
That day we'd be together forever.
My only one.

Whispering vows into the cedar hallows.
The broken petals fall from the trees of old.
Lining a sacred future forward.
Our sea of gold.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
 Sep 2015 Leaetta May
ALamar
We work so hard for their acceptance
We work so hard to let them go
Learning to love yourself,
Is understanding that to be happy
Sometimes yes means you have to say no.
 Sep 2015 Leaetta May
Melissa S
Lets go where we can pluck the happiness
out of the jaws of sadness
and drive away those darkened corners.
Where we can burrow in only lighted tunnels
that have only honey phrases
we can lap up anytime we want.
Where we wear funny goggles
to comb through all the fields of thought.
Where we can jump from one cloud of happy
vision to the next and swim and
drink freely in the cool labyrinths
Lets meet inside on the merry round.
merry round = Happy Head and just another way of trying to stay positive and have only good thoughts enter your mind.....  Happy Friday :)
Despite the surf conditions
I am going in, I am having the
last splash of the summer,
That’s filled with swimming,
the fragrance of the sunscreen,
and the laughter of the playing children
Despite the rolling of the thunder vikings

The dance of those umbrellas,
to the musical sound of the wind
I am going in,

The sea and salty breeze,
Would no longer moisturize my face,
The sand would no longer, tickle my toes
and soon the frigid winter chill will swallow us whole
Leaving the sandy beaches, completely deserted
With the remains of dead Sanderlings birds on the shore
and no more three-toed imprints left behind for us to enjoy.

so, I am going in the water
I wish we met when her tarmac road was still mellow
Then when she still danced to the Congolese tune "Mbelo",
I wish we met when she could not stare in the eyes
Right when she was too shy to tell any lies,
I wish we met when she was still under her Mama's apron strings
So innocent, when she still trusted human beings,
I wish we met when she did church each and every Sunday
And had no thought of bearing a guilty conscience someday,
I wish we met when she saw the world for her best, not her worst
When the balloon of her ***** wasn't yet burst,
I wish we met when her future was still blinding bright
Wish I'd seen her in the dawns of her life, not the nights
When she knew no whiskeys or beers but only Fanta and Sprite
So that she wouldn't get herself in trouble and drunken fights,
I wish we met when she still had dry “unkisssed’’ lips
When she thought kisses were an unhealthy swap of saliva,
I wish we met when she hadn't developed attractive hips
When she wasn't a depressed Heart-wreck survivor,
I wish we met when she still believed in fantasy and fairy tales
And had a honest fascination for cowry shells,
I wish we met when she flamboyantly wore her natural African hair
When she still thought herself naturally beautiful and fair,
I wish we met when studies hadn't corrupted her mind and stolen all her hours
When she still smiled at the sight of frail petals of red rose flowers,
Wish we met when the movie title that described her ******* isn't “Olympus
Has Fallen”
But probably “Hard Boiled”, “Only the Strong” or “Swollen”,
I wish we met when she had faith in things like weddings, when her soul was
a spring of hope
When she hadn't lost respect for such societal norms preferring to elope,
I wish we met when she still respected danger
And risked not accepting courtesy from every rich stranger,
I wish we met when she believed true love existed in the world
Maybe then she'd believe my each and every word,
I wish we met when she still honestly needed a friend
I’m sure I’d be there to love and care for her till the end.
Wanted love to bring peace
Not only because I needed a kiss
I wanted love to answer my question
I wanted love for some inspiration
I wanted love to bring me contentment
I wanted love to come by with forever
I wanted love,at least the statement
I wanted love more than to be clever
I wanted love because I needed care
I wanted love for a little mystery
I wanted love because I needed repair
I wanted love to erase my etched history
I wanted love because everyone wanted
I wanted love because I wanted heat
I wanted love because by single I was haunted
I wanted love only until I found it
I'm certain that ultimately I'll find peace
Just as I'm sure I'll dig in search of war
I'm determined to win those battles I stumble in
Just as I'm certain of losing like some have been
I have faith that someday I'll beat the odds
But I'm also sure of losing a giant bet to the gods
I am afraid someday I will reach my destination
Just as I fear I'll keep trying to adjust my road's estimation
I think time will come for me to be an inspiration
Just as I'm certain I'll always need inspiration
I'm sure I'll find something to quench my thirst
As I'm positive that I'll still develop the thirst to know more
I'm certain I'll find love some fateful day
And as well misplace it probably that very day  
I'm optimistic about finding some answers
Just as I'm sure soon after those are deciphered there'll be others
I'm sure I'll find the right avenue
Just as I feel I'll walk right away like I never knew
I know I'll receive my looming miracle
Like I know one miracle leads to another "expectacle"
I believe I'll rise from the cacoon like butterflies
And the bird in me will lose his wings (and fall) as he flies
I see myself as a king in my prowess in future
Just as I have seen kings rise and fall thus experience is my tutor
I know I will cease the moment, and squander it
I'll find the gold in me after years of digging just to be buried by the pit
I'll fix myself just as I'm sure I'll get myself torn
Because you know, nothing is cast to stone
So until I learn how to crave nothing, love nothing and be nothing
I'm sure I'll always find just to lose that something
 Sep 2015 Leaetta May
Sjr1000
As poets
we listen for the songs
of the singing trees,
There is no road map as to where to go,
Our GPS, it doesn't know,
Goggle maps hasn't gotten there yet,
The internet will tell you what it knows -
Some rehab
some restaurant
some business selling shoes.

It's not on Facebook,
My phone may be smart
but it doesn't know a thing
about the songs of the singing trees.

My Twitter account was attacked by a cat,
I swear I tried to rescue it,
But it tweeted away
as it got jumped over the fence.
The t.v. drones on and on,
HD pictures explode.

Our eyes, tho, are far away from all this,
Our voices, they long to harmonize
with the songs of the eons,
The songs of the singing trees.

You and me and Thoreau
sitting by the pond, the river, the ocean,
All day long
in this solitude we know,
Watching the light dissolve,
The moon, it rises too,
While we
together
me and you,
Thoreau too,
Listening so carefully
for the lilting epics
of
the songs of the singing trees.
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