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Amy H Apr 2015
Linger,
when goodnight brings resistance
and words say time to part,
I can't convince my heart
to do the same.
Time be still,
give me a moment, then,
hasten me here again.
It matters not the place
just the face.
Wherever there is we
I can breathe.
A goobye kiss.
Amy H Apr 2015
You're the one
who knows me through and through
and not at all.
The wind and fire
of all you never hear me say
could sweep me away.
Come in from edge!
The safest spot
is in the eye with me.
Don't be afraid.
The peace is worth it.
Love storm peace eye
Amy H Apr 2015
cactus moon,
makes me swoon
as stars appear tonight;
my eyes reveal
the blossoms frill
have folded for the night.
but not my mind;
I often find
my dreams are locked so tight-
on fragrant flowers
and soft rain showers
and faces by moonlight.
bring me beauty,
love’s my duty,
sharing is my plight;
and in the garden
the Moon is warden,
the Universe is right;
as long as life
and sharpened strife
yield flowers to sunlight.
An evening to reflect on the purpose for two people...  To understand this poem, you would be familiar with cactus flowers and how they only bloom during the day, folding at night to reopen in the morning.  And this goes on for only a couple of weeks.  Like my Love, the blooms are worth watching for but temporary.  The darkness can close them down but I'll wait with the needles as long as the blooms will return by day.
Amy H Mar 2015
Sunday.
The coffee knows,
and my toes;
I can't move either.
Sunday.
House is quiet,
after the riot;
it's a breather.
Monday.
Comes too fast,
a weekend passed;
not a pleaser.
Sunday.
Through a week,
your silent break
is just a teaser.
Sunday.
Feelin' lazy;
it's all hazy...
feeling lazy
Amy H Mar 2015
Can the poet make you dance?
She could put you in a trance
with pretty words
like pirouette or waltz.
If you should start to shiver
when toes and fingers quiver
most assuredly it isn't
all her fault.
Just like music from a player
the rhythm starts to layer
but not unless you
choose to turn it loud.
And then we see you choke,
you poem-loving bloke.
Just being here we've
found your fancy out!
All in good fun, ladies and gents, and a pun for those who enjoy their poems privately.  ;-)
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Amy H Mar 2015
Many a lovely sunset
has taught me how to breathe.
From magic light
my soul receives
a breath
so slow
             and far
                        and deep.

If only sunset
took all night
my immortal breath
would keep me right.
Just rambling on a former thought that trickled in during a hike at sunset.
edited,
Pardon all my editing folks.  I'm new here and still learning how the site works.
Amy H Mar 2015
There once was a gal in the bar
who never thought she'd get far.
Her *** waved with dance,
the gents went to trance,
and for a night she was the star*.
Surprise!
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