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Nik Bland Oct 2012
Oh little baby girl who stays so close to my chest and whose world is vast and wide
I feel you clenching ever so tightly to me as I carry you in from the rain outside
The thunder roars and I hear your squeals as you bury yourself in my arms
Know your daddy will assuredly save you from any type of harms

I'll kiss your forehead and carry you to your room and sactuary
As I wipe the water off your face and hug you if things get scary
Wrapping you inside a freshly laundered towel and drying off your hair
Looking into your quivering eyes and showing I'll always be there

Telling you to hold on a moment and seeing you quietly nod your head
Running downstairs and preparing a treat as you call for me from your bed
Grabbing sheets from the closet and string as an idea come to view
A homemade tent, some tea for me, and hot cocoa for you

With all things gathered, I race back up and you look at me and smile
I return it with a bigger, more wrinkled one as I see my little child
As we sit there and sip our warms confections you giggle and your comfort grows
With foam upon your upper lip and a missing tooth in one of your pearly white rows

And we will stay here 'till the thunder chooses to finally cease
'Till my tea is finished and you are weary from your tent and little treat
The feeling of your gentle arms as they loosen and I tuck you in to sleep
Then walk to the door with my eyes set on you, your trance strong and deep

Looking at my little baby girl and the love that will never be severed
Knowing no matter her age, size, or tooth count, she will be my baby girl forever
Then walking out the door and pulling it close so she's just out of my view
Only to hear her barely say, "Goodnight, daddy. I love you..."
Maggie Bartolome Jul 2012
I've been thinking of the stars,
and all I picture are doorknobs.
Ones I hope you twist open.
The one to my sanctuary.
The sactuary which houses my bed and technology.
The place that smells like me.
The handle is always yearning your touch
It extends itself to every hand that reaches
and locks itself when it realizes that
the hand reaching for it is not your own.
It locks when it knows that it is not you,
And it never is.
I've been thinking of the stars and
All I see are beards.
Blankets of ****** hair.
And thick arms.
And legs.
And I wish that your feet arms and legs
and your whole self
would creak through my room.
Gazing at me glued on my stomach
with my eyes bleeding onto the screen.
I've been thinking of the stars and
All I really end up thinking of
Are you,
your shoes when I step in them
and attempt to walk
And understand that it is hard to
When you're going a long distance.
jeffrey robin Oct 2010
she lay

within the earth
within all seed

she lay down

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her tears are the water

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and i lay with her the while

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arise!
we the child's children

arise!
we
pure gift simple
as day

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longing for

that which is never satisfied

death is dead

--

a man and a woman together

me and her

the child's children

sactuary's father

the whole world
again
jeffrey robin Jun 2014
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In silent shadowlands I go

IN THE STILLNESS OF THY LATENT SORROW
I SEE

THE DREAMS

I am only today -- my purpose is to recover
Everyone

From the lifelessness
That has invaded and is destroying
The sanctity

OH YES !
GENTLE WARRIOR!

BREASTED VISION
HOLY MOTHER

EVERY CHILD
YES !  I SEE !

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Pomegranates and wine

In the cafe below the mountain

Timelessly they move around & thru us

Ancient wisdom that does not fade

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Will you question !
Can I answer ?

I AM THE ETERNAL CHILD
ALL I DO

IS BE RE -BORN AND THEN AGAIN I DIE

Will you hold me to the fire ?
Will you guide me thru the fear ?

Do you really truly know me ?
Will you see my Love as your own ?

IN THE HEART

IN THE WILD BEATING

IN THE UNIVERSAL
BREATHING AND SPEAKING

IN THE SENSE OF PURPOSE

EVERYONE

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On quiet beaches in Spain

Amid the peasant fishermen
And their daughters

Below a hot sun yet
It seems like rain

Oh PICASSO
Oh DALI !

within the wars
You call my name

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Will we find our humanness ?
What is it really that I'm seeking ?
What is the meaning in what I'm seeing ?
What am I ?

What am I becoming ?

OH I SEE HER SPREAD HER WINGS !
SO ANGELIC

SO BECOMING

I CAN SEE HER REACH BEYOND
ALL THE SELF - IMPOSED
BOUNDARIES

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In the Greenwich Village
Sactuary

The New York City of today
And yesterday

The old hippies and hobos and poets and saints

Are there

Can you see yourself ?

Can you see me ?

We come and fade
We go - we reappear

We love live die and leave behind an
Unerasable trace of human courage

We transcend space and time
And find the real world

Though hidden

Still with the beauty

Still alive

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In the silent shadowlands I go

YES I KNOW
YES WE ALL KNOW

AND FOREVER WE WILL BE THERE

HOLY MOTHER AND HER CHILDREN

BREASTED GENTLE WARRIOR

ON YOUR OWN

AND FOREVER WE WILL FOLLOW
AND FOREVER WE WILL FOLLOW

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