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From old to new, young to old,
Great lords can be traced
And before their time inevitably comes
Burns their memory unerased.

From the lives of one such man,
Traveling in the call box,
We know the game of chance was won
Because sticky-uppy hair rocks.

Savéd he the rich and poor;
He battled monstrous foes--
And before the eleventh hour struck,
He'd had his share of woes.

Companions in hearts and soul,
He gave of himself so readily;
How could one lose so much
But never lose one's empathy?

His smile warmed the hearts of all,
His pain struck them to the core;
And not one of us didn't dream of the day
He'd show up at our door.

He'd fought his Goliath, like all of us must do,
And waited for the sunrise to appear;
Not one but two hearts beat in his chest,
Which some might think very queer.

He held our hearts and attention,
We watched him victorious with pride;
But as long as he stayed, we loved him
And missed him when Eleven arrived.

From old to new, young to old,
There's always a bit of a shocker:
Regeneration really *****
And you never forget your first Doctor.
Tribute to David Tennant, Tenth Doctor
18 June 2005 – 1 January 2010
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Written in liquid gold. preserved, ancient, & old. Unfollowed & hollow.
Unerased with a path untraced.
I am someone who is friendly & polite.
On any day & every night.
I am not violent & do not fight.
I don't possess the gift of sight.
But I feel my future is bright.
Do you mind opening this gate!
Don't hate your destiny's fate.
Nothing is what I ate.
It is far to the other side.
Of the globe the ocean divides.
Corruption waits inside.
If there was food you know I eat the whole plate.
Enough said.
A hunger you fed?
I get it you don't like women in your bed. Abnormal desires in your head.
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Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Soft Lips & soft hands.
Strong arms & strong legs.
Curved hips & deodarized glands.
Seductive charm & eyes that beg.
Wavy long hair & a tall height.
Hairless chest that is bare in daylight.
Hands embrace walking side by side at an equal pace.
Speaking to each other's face.
Timeless romance unerased.
Happiness experienced and unforgotten. Heartbreak shattered & rotten.
Tomorrow is promised.
My lips go unkissed.
My love rejected.
My trust infected.
My spirit ejected and neglected.

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Harmony Sapphire Mar 2015
I mourn no grief.
My mind has relief.
Morals are my truest belief.
A life I can not leave.
A future of happiness to hope & believe.
True love to conceive.
Trust never to deceive.
You wear your heart on your sleeve.

We can build & share our lives.
I can be a loving wife.
To be happy & loved in this life.

A spouse you can't replace.
A perfect photo with their face.
Portraits with feeling, time unerased.
Family trees history is traced.
Childhoods in that neighborhood disgraced.
True horror was horrific to my face.
Finally out of that place.

Trading one hell for another.
Heaven & paradise should be the other.

He likes the rain.
Walking by him is a strain.
When he goes to work he says" another day in paradise".
I don't go through his thoughts once or twice.

Envision a mutual bond of two people getting along
Strength in trust & love is what it makes.
True love can not be fake.
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Denise Uy Oct 2018
Ivory frozen in grace,
Lifeless sight unerased.
They take their place
in the hall of fame.
The artist, the art,
we know their names.
Art <3
Claire Ellen Oct 2016
On this overshadowed roof top, I'm untouchable.
In this fortress darling, I'm Princessed.
Covered by this treetop canopy, I'm levitated.
A truth unerased, Ill never be shamed of our love.
The sky above, the sea below both know,
   the smile you give me, can't be bought.
The country kick can't be beat.
Joseph Sinclair Aug 2019
Those friends who knew me years ago
before our ways diverged,
may recollect
how tempered was my intellect
though rivalry emerged
whenever cricket bat
or tennis racquet
were flourished in a hand
that nowadays
is more prone to encompass
a fine Chateaubriand.

Tennis alas is of the past
and there, I fear, must bide,
but other sports and pastimes
I can still perform with pride.

So please set out those winks
that I may tiddle.
Dust off those mallets,
***** and hoops,
I’m not one of your nincompoops
and need no Queen’s flamingo
to win without a taradiddle.
Or we could turn to bingo.

Then there are those of intellect
who might like bridge or chess,
though possibly in retrospect
It’s best to acquiesce.

Ludo, Trivial Pursuits
and even Snakes and Ladders
might yet provide a good excuse
to encourage my swaggers.

The choice alas is far too great
and though it seems too late,
yet, dice in hand,
I bid farewell
with hopes still unerased
and one finger upraised.
LannaEvolved May 2021
The dream was real

Felt by the drops of a summer moon resting in its orbit
I remember when your arms would coddle me at under silky sky mornings; gravity taking shape

Let the patterns listen to themselves
see what they see
through their window eyes

Let the numbers stand there
be what they are

in their bodies
black
brown
white
and
unfiltered
demonstrations
when it equals soup and salad
without a price for bread

Let the silverware be tarnished
and cups clinch
only quiet figures hear

When we gazed into eyes on cut up streets
midnights in July
thinking about our untold stories
lightening August set off days apart

I began with love, hoping to stay there
I don’t want to leave another note

I don’t want to leave another note
I want a feather-bed to rest our heads on and make love

You have no idea how much the burgeoning of reminiscence relieves me when it costs not one molecule to love
to make us whole again and again
It’s free because it’s there

Feel the motions electric breeze like the wind
sometimes it places us on the pane
to watch us move

holds us in between the spaces
I am now in the scene of a precious transition inside and outside bream breathing in pink noise
washing away all that was left that came before restarting the scene

Once more
is an opportunity for the bird to saddle back on its wings
perch on the top of its one and only  
and try again  
saving what’s left of its oxygen
a single tree
meaning is without nothing  

There is something there
something there
these feelings pared
in our chemical reaction
evolving in our evolution  

Let’s agree that
1+1= 3 years
and two turns into one squared

Memories stay
when they’re still there
there is no erasing
what has not been left undone
in the kind of ink
that makes a white board look
sedated
splayed out
and painted  
in the image of our golden chair
leaving its imprint scintillating  
unscarred; unerased

Markers
leaving their mark
underneath the lindens in the back and to the right  

We used to taste the warmth of ripeness
in avocado green and lime juice press
no more pitted seeds

We’re standing there
standing; looking
from its new location
coming from an alternative universe
understanding ourselves
from a different place

Let the numbers stand there
be what they are

Let the math not add up
in their bodies
black
brown
white
and
unfiltered
demonstrations
of matter
gravity taking shape

Will always
Always
equal where we are

— The End —