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I don't care how God-**** smart
these guys are:     I'm bored.
 Jun 2013 Celeste Traxler
R
It is not that I
Can't let you go,darling, it's
that I don't want to.
Haiku
As she walks along the path
She came across a young man
I am your Queen
I'm in search of My King

The young man speaks to his Queen
Well I am Prince Charming
I'm sorry she says
You're just a boy and are not he...

As she came to a cross roads
She came across another
I'm in search of My King
Can you tell me where to find him?

He asked of her can you describe him
He is quick witted,
Speaks words of love,
Very slow to anger,
When the storm is upon us
He will always stand strong
Will be there when the storm passes.

Well I am you're Knight in Shining Armor
Sorry to say
I'm not in need of rescue
I'm in search of My King, so she walks on...

She came to a lake
What a beautiful lake
There she saw a man standing by a fire
He stood tall & strong
Spoke words of love

She said to him
I am your Queen
I am looking for My King
He is not the perfect man
For we all have our flaws

The man who will protect me
But will share in all endeavors
Sir please do tell
Are you aware
Of where I may find him?

My Queen
You Need Not Look Any Further

I am standing here before you!!!
A Poem by KimLove "The Beautiful Butterfly"
A Queen in search of her King!!!
 Jun 2013 Celeste Traxler
Wallamo
Combine:
2 parts friend
with
1 part lover
and you'll get a very cliche recipe for disaster.
"Friend!" they'll say.
But they'll  be ****** if they don't make their mark on my not-so-celebate soul.
And I'll be ****** if I do it again.

I am a politician working my way through citizen after citizen.
"Friend!" I'll say, with gritted teeth.
Wanting nothing more than to knit them a sweater.
Bake them some cookies.

A pathetic darkness settles in my heart at this very moment for something that I never even had.
But that's just the surface. After all, who wants to bare their soul to a politician?
Some of my happiest days on this earth
Have been spent driving south.
California bound, sunshine state of mind.
My memories of that time are rose tinted,
As if our entire trip had occurred in the golden hour.
Sleeping in your arms in the back of my car
Under the stars,
Surrounded by no one.
I now realize that I have no photographs of you
Because you were always on the other side of the camera.
Sure, mountains and beaches and sunsets are pretty
But they are not the things I want to remember about that summer.
I wish I could have a photo of us
Happy
As we were.
Something to commemorate
Eight thousand kilometers of blissful ignorance.
today is only today.
simple, yet true.
simple, yet impossible to grasp.

Driving in my car realizing that
today is only today.
We build our castles with planks of secrets,
boards of lies.
Our safety net constructed of rubber bands that have been
snapped a million times.
I am to blame for expelling her from your mind.

Is she still there darling?
Possibly behind our affair? (somewhere?)

I hope when you reminisce our time spent together, you see it so vividly that she can almost taste the dishonesty on your breath.

There should be no room for me, so I've nothing to do but leave.
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For tho’ I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
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