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Megan Sherman Sep 2017
As always light is love then it is you,
As always wives love men then our love true,
As always rainbows tower over rain,
We destined to shine, our worries slain,
I cherish thee devoted to thy grin,
Suffice to make hearts throb, inspire sin,
My heart yearns such that fires couldn't rage,
As hard as her, betrothed for an age,
Your heart is such I could not mimic it,
Indulge its flights of fancy or its flits,
So while we are, let us to love obey,
So when we aren't, we live yet everyday
Megan Sherman Sep 2017
Good day, my friend, a Knight, of heaven, blessed,
Ambassador for hope in weary hearts,
With Beauty, grace and charm inspire best,
The flame of Love which doth worlds joy impart,
What strikes thee, strokes thy mind, which wanton thought?
What words held captive on thy knowing tongue?
Dare ask I, in mutual rapport,
Please tell me truth that's begging to be sung,
Which glories have thee since last meet to tell,
Have you lived, felt love, have you had fun?
Have you conjured heaven, fathomed hell?
Through the world with joy have you gay run?
Where have you flown? Touched rainbows? Swooped past moon?
Stood on heavens stairs, seen up to God?
Danced with angels bright from morn to noon,
Sight sublime on which poets swoon, applaud,
Art forever friend, I see thine joy,
As you run dreaming, seizing fast the day,
And must I add as to dream of your thoughts coy,
I entertain without doubt all the way,
That your mind has much to tell to me,
So relax, and open up your mind,
Could I know the meaning, from one as sage as thee?
Enamoured of love, activity refined.
Megan Sherman Sep 2017
Friendship - a gift from time
'Tis churning ever sweet
Sure is sublime
When pure paths meet

Destiny - peace - to fruition
Like field in the sun
Of freedom flowers
Through which we run

To the horizon
Leap at stars
As the mind
Swoops and soars

The things that we
Destined to see
On seismic seas
For infinity

As to heaven
On wings of fire
We are ferried
By desire
Megan Sherman Sep 2017
The picket line stakes moral choice,
To raise and bring to life our voice,
To October! Fate sublime for mass,
Bread and peace for child and lass,
McWorkers tyranny abhor,
Know not cynicism of legal clause
That hath for age us with boss in war,
Like Trotskys reds we are folk uproar,
See how we clap for Trotsky's song,
Rings around the Earth, along.

They want them working twice as fast for half the pay,
So we fight twice as hard all night and day,
Could I have the words suffice to say,
The exquisite logic of the workers way,
Solidarity, love and peace,
Mental struggle duly cease,
Raising thoughts of care to pains release,
Painting up the town in raw cerise,
Ours to claim, a freedom true,
Revolution dwells in you.
Megan Sherman Sep 2017
A year and half of one cleft us true,
And so in wisdom I defer to you,
Decidedly of a maturer vein,
Knows in strength you weather lifes sad rains,
Tyrants clung to thee, vampires to light,
Didn't want to see your heart take flight,
But now thee to the gold horizon run,
With Gary, having fun, under the sun,
Politic and wise my sister she,
Is a creature of love and amity.

Her kindness is her arsenal, allure,
Represent a firey spirit pure,
An elegant soul, sweet and so demure,
Has a gift for literature and lore,
Sees the world through amazing aperture,
And in love of its beauty she uproar,
Steals away with hearts around the town,
In which seeds of affection duly shown,
To thee, my sister these enchanted lines,
Knowing thee I fathom love and soar divine.
Megan Sherman Sep 2017
Free spirit of the world who hath the fire,
With what bold mind do you strive to aspire?
To cast yoke off the oppressed Souls,
Whose dismay the righteous mind appeals,
Could I surmise thy beauty with a psalm,
Craft thy form with a Lover's palm,
I would entertain thee with a dram,
Encrypt a loving, gleeful telegram,
To amuse thy mind with mutual rapport,
Of coy messages in purest passion thought.

Could we begin the correspondence blessed?
Lately from Loves work I have digressed,
For being much encumbered by the dark,
Of shill who sent to **** my divine spark,
The devils wield their lacklustre lassoos,
To strangulate me, inflict suffering true,
To vanquish voice of mine, suppress it's truth,
Take away its power, force, forsooth,
But in thee I see redemption sure,
So with Psalms to thee I fast implore.

Ferry me to sweet and seismic shores,
Where music of the heart doth sweet uproar,
And waves of sheer delight kiss passions sands,
Feel the joy of flight while in thy hands,
On shores of heaven we would surely play,
Soothing, quelling, pacify dismay
Adding bright sweet spark to darkling day,
As demons, angels go upon their way,
On chariots, the angels, singing loud,
In a divine aura duly shroud.

Thou art a rainbow shine in spite of faith,
Art a sun blaze in spite of eyes embrace,
Its sure world good and good is surely true,
And world is more good for the life of you,
Thou art a beacon of hope and fertile joy,
Suffice to inspire rise and fall of troy,
War waged to capture beauty of the day,
Who doth inspire worship of the ray,
That emit soft sultry from your sun,
Blessed form through which God's fires run.

Soul of Universe, immortal creature,
Face adorned in soft enchanting features,
Unto you I faithful bestow bars,
Sing to you under the sprightly stars,
Walking on and on through space forever,
We'd see infinity of realms untouched by man's endeavour,
Spheres rotating for infinite hours,
Testifying to creations powers,
Borne aloft on wings golden, sublime,
We suppress, vanquish hell and transcend time.

Meditation hath betrayed to you,
Inspiration through which my mind flew,
No regret in which to struggle, rue,
As I enter golden sanctuary of you,
My heart turns to raw red from deadening blue,
For warmth of love the flowers plant there grew,
To truth which raptures us in throes I sing,
For luscious love, most cherish able of things,
I welcome the ascension that it brings,
And go racing round the earth with you in rings.
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