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 Jun 2016 Pamela Penta
Polar
From nowhere

Like motes in the air

Notes begin to appear

Ethereal to the eye

Soft as the sigh

Of breath upon your face

Gliding over your senses

You feel their touch

Origin unknown.

Whether a force of rage

Or state of grace

For a time

You each occupy the same space.

Words can touch your heart

Or destroy your soul,

Obliterate your being

Or leave you whole,

And though the author

You cannot see

You get to know them intimately.

Though the origin of the author

Is often unknown

When words are shared

Your not alone.
 Jun 2016 Pamela Penta
Stephan
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I think the past is a part of the future
Crystal ball stories I've read once before
Lonely predictions that paint rosy pictures
Cartoon creations of what lies in store

Looking behind is the same as is forward
Recalling moments my heart it did spend
Only to find it eventually broken
Crying the same tears I did once again

Over and over, not hard to remember
What I will see becomes all that I saw
Finding a dream only leads to a nightmare
When I’m awake or when slumber does call

Sad is the knowledge, I’ve seen this all happen
Starting my journey through life on my own
How it began is the way it will finish
Saying hello and then leaving alone
 Jun 2016 Pamela Penta
GaryFairy
Curse me
with your beauty
with your eyes
make me feel something
even if it is "cursed"

curse me
with your movements
with your hands
make me want something
even if i cant have it

curse me
with your mouth
your words
tell me something
even if it's untrue

curse me
with your existence
with your being
make me love something
even if love never lasts

curse me
 Jun 2016 Pamela Penta
r
Dusky woman
 Jun 2016 Pamela Penta
r
From time to time
I sit outside
and watch the night sky
deep in its shadow
and dreaming
of a dusky woman
with black hair
and a sequined dress
riding high on her thighs
until my eyelids
grow dark
from the starlight.
In grandeur, a leaf of grass is no less high
Than all the glittering stars in the sky

There is beauty alike in **** and reed
When each fulfills Nature’s need

Thus the low and the high in equal glory stay
When their respective roles, they fairly play

With the focus of perception turned to levels transcendental
Everything would appear exponentially beautiful!
sometimes you may only see the sun
from behind the clouds
and feel the rain fall
upon your hair ~
but you do not see
that the sunlight
only serves to shine
from within you
and how it makes the ebony
glisten so ~
you may feel
the bitter winds upon your skin
as it cuts you to the bone ~
whilst i know
you deserve to walk barefoot
in the breezy part of the day ~
you may wake
to feel ten feet under ground ~
and yet i truly believe
that we
each one of us
wish to ride upon your wings
A for apple B for ball
You're cute baby beautifully small
C for cat D for doll
You baby is the sweetest of all
E for egg F for fish
Baby you're my fulfilled wish
G for goose H for hen
I look at you baby forget all pain
I for ink J for jar
You're baby my brightest star
K for kite L for leaf
Baby you're my strongest belief
M for milk N for nose
You're baby more fragrant than rose
O for owl P for pea
Baby your smile makes me happy
Q for queen R for rain
You're baby my richest gain
S for sun T for toy
Baby you're precious be girl or boy
U for umbrella V for van
Loving you baby is all I can
W for wool X for xylophone
With you baby I feel never alone
Y for yak Z for zoo
Rule my heart baby only you
A childish poem, for Lady RF, prompted by my comment on her poem Tree House.
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