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Tainted night sky
Not a star in sight

No constellations
Not a glimmer of light

Clouds concealing the moonlight
Coveting the mystical display

I pray a shooting star
Would surface
So I could wish
These dark clouds away

Tainted night sky
Not a star in sight

No fireworks above me
No sombre shadow of moonlight

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
 May 2017
Jack Jenkins
Silence in my ears
Ashes in my mouth
Hope has flown away
I stare at plaster walls
 May 2017
Keith Wilson
I love my little garden Lord
Which you have given me
I thank you for this heaven
Where I can feel so free

I pray each night to give me strength
To sow more wondrous seeds
And for you to bless the birds
Who fly right in to feed

I bless you for my sight and smell
To enjoy the flowers so
And all the bees and butterflies
Who gently come and go

So bless my little garden Lord
It gives me peace and joy
For I have prayed each night to you
Since I was just a boy

Keith Wilson  Windermere. UK.  2017.
This is a rewrite of an older poem
from  Jan 1st  2016.
I will never stop loving too much,
Giving the entirety of my heart,

I will never stop believing in love,
Looking into souls and admiring their Uniqueness and individuality like Beautiful, imperfect art.

I will never stop seeing the world  
Through empathetic eyes,

I will never stop appreciating life,
No matter how many more times my
Heart silently cries.

I will never stop being true to myself,
I will fight until the very end,

I will never stop being kind to the world,
To every special, precious friend.

I will never stop appreciating nature
And solitude, my sacred love in life,

I will never stop wanting the best
For every child, man, and his wife.

I will never stop giving my all
To every person that I happen to meet,

I will never stop offering my pure heart And soul to anybody on the street.

I will never stop caring too much,
This is who I really am;
And I will always be who I am!

I will never stop being emotional, Sensitive, considerate, kind, Compassionate, and courteous,
Why? ... Because I can!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
This poem is to my Beautiful and Loving sisters.
Also to my Brothers whom Love others strongly.
The strength that you both have , the strength of a lion.
You have the outpouring Love like an waterfall.
The Love never cease , but continue everyday.
I have been Blessed by you whom write .
Beautifully every day some with great wisdom.
You speak out of the outpouring of your beautiful hearts.
You whom never cease to help others with your words.
Thank you my Fellow Knights and Ladies you are indeed special.
Do with my heart, and soul,
whatever you will,

I am as dry as an ancient bone,
my aching heart
has no more blood to spill.

Burn my broken wings to ashes,
I no longer have the strength to fly,

I am past the point of trying,
I am dead inside,
only my body--my soul's vessel,
is now yet to die.

Do with my heart, and soul,
whatever you will,

This dark, empty, aching void
has consumed me,
my sorrow I will leave solely for you
in my Dying Will and Testament;
A promise I am dying to fulfill.


By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
Only the forest
knows all of her heart's whispers,
Only the stars
understand her silent cries.

Only the moon
casts a warming light filled with solace,
But this comfort dies at the end of every night; with the sunrise.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
 May 2017
hazem al jaber
Your aroma's desires ....



how far your desires are now ....
how crazy to your desires you are ...
i'm smelling it...
smell it's craziness...
don't try to hide it ...
even you can't do...
because i feel it ..
smell its needs...
even your perfume ,can't to mask it ...
nor your breathe's smell which blended into your coffee...
yes sweetheart...
i can smell it...
even i touched it craziness through my imaginations ...
and your silence's brightness eyes excited my desires ...
took me there where you are now...
called me to be there through your desires...
yes my sweet **** girl...
i'm smelling all your desires to me now ..
come sweetheart...
come to me...
be more close ...
no longer you can hide it more ...
i can smell it...
and it asks you to be with me ...
beg you to my desires...
so come baby to me ...
give it free to it desires..
i'm the one whom realized it's aroma...
and the one whom hold it now...

come sweetheart...
make the love that you yearn for to me....
the love which you always wish to make with me...
come sweetheart...
come to me...
i'm smelling you desires to me ...

hazem al ...
She found herself,
But then she didn't know
What to do with herself;
It had been too long.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
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