Constantly my desire's mind spins ‘round
Oh lover, my feet dance above the ground
None can affect as this love I have found

Never before has life been so fine
Intoxicated by your lust filled wine
Eros and Cupid, oh help me pen this line

Are these birds singing just for me
Lo and sweet are their melody
Enchanted, enraptured by mind, soul and body

Newness in every tender embrace
Every breath, every sigh, every thought in its place
Gone are the questions, your touch did erase

Of passions, you have taught me well
Of desires, you have yet to tell
Do I tremble under your nakedness spell

Will you whisper in my deathbed ear
I love you and will always be near
Now let go, and do not fear

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I
go
where e're
the road goes.
I can not depart
this journey called life, for I am
its sacred trek, and also its sacred traveler.
I am not the treacherous mountains, nor am I the peace filled valleys along the way.
I am merely the dash-
                    between the dates-
                                    etched upon my tombstone-
                                                                ­ the sacred space-
                                                          ­                              between my birth-
                                                          ­                                                     and my death-
                                                                ­                                                             The road goes-
                                                                                                                                                    where e're go I.
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*A Fibonacci poem is a multiple-line verse based on the Fibonacci sequence so that the number of syllables in each line equals the total number of syllables in the preceding two lines. 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34, etc..

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I saw an old soldier at the nursing home today.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, slowly making his way down the hall to play bingo.
Judging by his age and the tattoos on his arms he had been in WW2.
This was not a frail man, he still had some muscle tone in his arms.
And as he gently put his hands on the wheels, he looked up at me as I walked by.
I saw in his face, the face of a soldier determined to climb that last hill into battle.

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