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Poetry is surely the finest wine
Its words most lavish *****
You get drunk with every line
By the end all sense you lose!

There’s no wine to cast more spell
Whiskey ***** gin or ***
So long in it your thoughts dwell
Soul suffers blessed delirium!

Ecstatic is the poetry’s fizz
The froth at the mouth of nib
Gushing out of passion unleashed
The kick with each falling drip!

Poetry is among the best antidotes
When I crave a drink or two
I inject its overwhelming shots
Pains melt to moistened dew!
My life's diary
is not being written
just by me
Wonder where the dead go
is it to heaven or hell?
but belief is only an ego
where all faiths dwell!

Some think the dead turn to dust
everything ends with death
but are minds that trust
souls do reincarnate!

Some believe death is a shift
when ends earth’s traveled road
it’s one blessing of a gift
moving to God’s abode!

When I watch the night sky
thinking of ma eyes blur
I feel she really didn’t die
moved away far to be a star!
O wind she is far though
in thy blow whisper to her
to find me on the horizon's glow
read heart's script on the first star!

O wind when thou pass by her
ask if she sings the old song
its notes make her eyes blur
aching for the lover missed for long!

O wind when thou play on her hair
and she feels the touch of my hand
strum the tune softly in her ear
I'm pining in a faraway land!

O wind when her cheeks thou kiss
wet them with thirsty lips' touch
speak to her my only dying wish
to let her know I loved her very much!
It’s good the world is not made to your dream
and people aren’t how you wished them to be
your needs are never satisfied to the brim
your wants keep growing endlessly.

It’s good you don’t get all you love to own
to your eyes all mysteries are not clearly shown
your questions are stuck and queries remain
your joy’s exuberance is diluted by pain.

It’s good uncertainties hinder your way
your lips can’t utter all you want to say
your plans go awry path fills with mess
hurdles keep coming to block your progress.

It’s good you ever feel far the distance
always hope there is a second chance
events don’t take the course you will
you retain a void that you yearn to fulfill.
 Apr 2015 Cristina
Chris
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I followed your footprints,
happily they led to me
:)
 Apr 2015 Cristina
Chris
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She collected sea shells
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains
Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning
Me, just late at night
She adored the sunrise
I loved the moon light

Then one day it happened
My alarm clock didn’t ring
I woke to a rising sun
It was the weirdest thing

I ran down to the shoreline
My bucket in my hand
It’s then I saw her gorgeous face
While I collected sand

I found a perfect seashell
And watched her eyes grow wide
She held out her basket
I placed the shell inside

Then she reached down before me
And gathered in her hand
I held out my bucket
She filled it up with sand

And now each day and evening
We walk along the shore
She told me that she loves me
And her I do adore

So if you see us out there
Strolling hand in hand
Know...she’s collecting sea shells
And I’m collecting sand
Just for fun........
 Apr 2015 Cristina
Chris
.

Hand in hand we watch
as sleepy waves yawning
neath amethyst skies
follow lemonade moonbeams
in rhythmic motions
and hypnotic sighs
on a sandcastle shoreline
of reflections floating
silently on the tide
as we fall in love
*one more time
Sweet dreams
 Apr 2015 Cristina
Traveler
Fear forged from experience
Like the memory of a burn
Worthy to avoid the lesson learned

But fear of the unknown
Is but a stranger on the phone
Chill bumps climb up the back
Of the child home alone

Candidates for sainthood
Caught up in god's test
Open up your heart
And you'll fear less and less

Rewards are here and now
When you ease a child's pain
Tear down the walls of self-righteousness
Or cast your love in vain...
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