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 Jun 2015 XIII
Lauren Leal
My hand shakes gripping the quill
Shaping and warping words at will
The ink is the blood of my heart
for it is where the fire for my poems start

I cut and carve my life in rhyme
blotched on the paper trapped in time
Life Death Loss and Love
Spilling and splashing to the paper, all of the above

The heart dances as the fire rages
The quill scratches and drips as words come alive off the pages
Throwing you into the realm of my mind
You will exit leaving nothing behind

For poetry is a passion
I am not of any fashion
I merely feed the fire
That my heart will forever desire.

For every poem you read
Is what my heart is willing to bleed
Passion
 Jun 2015 XIII
Missy0
Sweetly, you talked to them while in their mother's womb
Kissed them good morning and good night
I'd never forget your expression when our first baby had bloomed.
As so as our second son
Sharing his father's grace
You and him shine just as the glorious sun.
Just as I knew you, you have that warm heart
A wonderful person a father is
With a love so endless, it could never be torn apart.
Lots of good times along with lots of laughter
It was all of your joys shared with them
Unlike anyone else, you're their special father that they look after.
I love how much you express excitement within their eyes
Yet at times they stumble and fall
But, as Daddy the hero you always save their cries.
They are so blessed to have a father like you
With so much love, so much to give
Such a wonderful father our children have just enough tell you thank you.
Thank you for giving me the most beautiful children by the way
So I hope you really enjoyed this message
If it wasn't for you and your love, I wouldn't want it any other way.
Happy Father's Day!
 Jun 2015 XIII
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Fire and ice met at last
With so much longing,
They gave their all
The coldness burns
And the flicker dies
Such phenomenon
Can't be permitted
As much as they want to
To touch is to stab
To love is to ****
A second of togetherness
Is the death of their will
The universe knows
about you; it will soon lay
lilacs on your scars.
a woman
appreciates a man
that can penetrate
her mind
deeper than her body.
-
You are only breathing--
not living
Because living means--
loving*

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