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  Jul 2017 SøułSurvivør
Ramin Ara
Never
Doubt
To power
Of prayer
  Jul 2017 SøułSurvivør
Born
I'll be writing poems all day thinking
that am creating rhymes

I'll be writing nostalgic screams in every stanza
that faded  into dust

I'll be writing poignant poems
that devour me of existence

I'll be writing smoked poems
that left me gasping for more air

I'll be writing lustful poems
that aroused my stitched shells

I'll be writing illusive poems
that I wept as my reality

I'll be writing shelved poems
that collected dust of your frightful memories

I'll be writing a potent poem
that echoes the dreads of this planet

I'll be writing you a poem
that bleeds Born's unquenched thirst for words
He is her full moon,
he casts a shadow of protection
over her night-after-night,

He is her daylight,
outshining the sun,
unlike the sun he is there
day-after-day;
he is her handsome knight.

He is more
than amazing,
more spectacular
than any perfect night sky,
much brighter
than any constellation,

Her beautiful man,
she gazes at him
with total adoration.

Day-after-day,
night-after-night,
her handsome man,
the love of her life,

Yesterday,
today,
tomorrow--forevermore,
his proud loving wife.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
... Barbara Rosen wrote music
on fish wrappings.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/15/2017
This poem is a reaction to Wordvango's piece called "Garbage". It made me very sad. No poetry is worthless! Barbara Rosen was discovered when her music was discovered written upon paper used to wrap fish! I read this somewhere. A lesson for us all...
  Jul 2017 SøułSurvivør
Valsa George
Oh my little sweetie, fret no more
Close your eyes and go to sleep.
Here, your mom is by your side
Singing lullabies, sweet and cherished

All sounds are stilled for you to sleep in quiet
All lights are out that no beam hurt your eyes
All storms, calmed that to a blissful rest you glide
No horrifying dreams to rob you of your snooze.

Sleep, sleep, rocking in the sea of joy
Sleep, sleep close to your mother’s throbbing heart
Sleep, sleep, listening to this gentle lay I tune
Sleep, sleep to wake to the miracle of life

Fear not, around you much love abounds
And legions of angels to guard your sleep
Thy eyes shall hither new beauties behold
And many a marvel for you to rejoice

It’s for you the stars twinkle and gleam
It’s for you the breeze hums sweet and blest
It’s for you the buds open at the fall of gloom
It’s for you the glow worms scatter rays of gold.

It’s for you, the seasons come and go
It’s for you, the fruits ripen and fall
It’s for you, the raindrops plop n’ break
It’s for you, God paints the sky in myriad hues.

Now hush my baby, sleep my child
Lying below this smiling silver moon
Good night darling, drift away
To the land of dreams where fairies live

Conceived within before you were born
Called you names and caressed you soft
Cuddled you tight and kept you safe
In the secret chamber of my maiden heart

I pledge your soul to God our Lord
May He watch you through the gloom!
I consign my babe to His sacred trust
And bid you away to dream’s Never, Never land

Sleep, sleep, rocking in the sea of joy
Sleep, sleep close to your mother’s throbbing heart
Sleep, sleep, listening to this gentle lay I tune
Sleep, sleep, to wake to the miracle of life
The mother instinct sometimes grows so intense in me. Now sitting in an empty nest with the fledglings flown away, I recall those days when I used to sing lullabies and put my two little sons to sleep…… !
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