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 Jan 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
His Voice or Mine

With his kiss upon your lips
As you  close your eyes
Do you think about the life we had
Or the new life he provides

Can his hands carress your body
The ways that mine once did
Will his touch give you pleasure
Like only I could give

Can you see true love in his eye's
Like the love I had for you
Will your heart beat just as fast
As when I walked in the room

Does the memory of him fill your day
Is our memory lost in time
As you sleep within your dreams
Do you hear his voice or mine


Carl Joseph Roberts
For all those who have even felt a loss. Your Life and your thoughts will turn around and become yours again. It's true what they say. Time heals
 Jan 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts

(Happy New Year)

Excited for this year to come
For it gives me something new
A chance to now move forward
To make my dreams come true

As the year it now starts over
I can look back on the past
Remember all the days gone by
With memories that will last

I will let excitement fill the air
Not knowing whats in store
Planning for the year ahead
New beginnings to explore

With this new year I promise
To make a fresh new start
Find true love and meaning
And give someone my heart

Excited for the year to come
For it gives me something new
A chance to now move forward
To make my dreams come true*

Carl Joseph Roberts
December 30, 2013
This will be my last poem of 2013 and I want to thank each of you for reading my poems over this past year. In Febuary I will have my one year anniversary on this site and I look forward to 2014 and reading all the wonderfully written poetry each of you will post. Whatever your wishes for the coming year may be , I hope they all come true. Thanks for reading and Happy New year to all.  Joe
 Dec 2013
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Only he could make her feel
the desire to be free.
She felt it in
his composed voice,
the familiarity
so imponderable, so supple,
perfectly right.
She could not help smiling.
blackout poetry
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Will I ever know—
As insects walk on water,
Bliss, stillness on pond?
 Dec 2013
echo
Hoping that this
promise
~
will put an end to
*compromise
For good.
10w
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
When you touch,
It is withholding.
When you moan,
It is suffering.
When you smile,
It is mercy.
When you laugh,
I am placated.
When you swoon,
I am not there.
When you vibrate,
I only witness.
When you taste,
I only imagine.
When you love,
I am unknown.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
After days of rain,
Garden birds flicker— sparkle,
Lighted by the sun.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Deeper than the heart—
Of a burning yellow star,
Stranger than the quarks
Between galaxies afar—
So fatal is my love for her.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Wind whispered to sands,
All lines of the palm shall touch,
And the child was born.
Merry Crimble!  Happy Christmas!
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
I have followed the forest
Into the clouds to forage,
My bag is still thin, empty,
As my valley and now I see
At the top of the ridge, the happy,
Full moon who lights my way,
I see him as I look down in the river,
He travels with me.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
One last winter walk—
Little clouds falling all round,
Snowfields between us.
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