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  • View author's info Author posted on Nov 05, 2005 at 15:47

    [Essence of Amour"
    Life is like a riddle, a joke at times
    sometimes we are overwhelmed by joy
    other times sadness takes over ones heart
    as if cupid only played on us a wicked ploy

    We desire to be loved with a pure heart
    In a world of cynical ways and impure thoughts
    Dreaming that love will reveal its destiny and part

    We all want to be loved in passion and romance
    Youthful old gracfeul pretty and innocent provocative
    for some of us for love we would climb mountains risking all chances

    Love is fire, Love is desire love is what one lives for
    It is the air we breathe , the water we drink from
    Artists, Poets for centuries have been captivated by the essence of Amour
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  • View author's info posted on Nov 07, 2005 at 20:40

    Thank you DormaVirgo, I enjoyed yours very much too!
  • View author's info posted on Nov 07, 2005 at 09:40

    Nc Your poetry is Beautiful
    Thanks for sharing Dormavirgo
  • View author's info posted on Nov 06, 2005 at 19:44

    I'm a newbie, my first time posting anything in forum. Didn't know it would put up such a dang big picture. A little embarrasing.
  • View author's info posted on Nov 06, 2005 at 19:22

    I Love Poetry too & your writing is beautiful.

    Silent Night, Darkest Night
    The night is silent as darkness reigns, blood rushes hotly through your veins.
    The dark is exciting another world exists, midnight emotions are hard to resist.
    Silent night, mysterious night, passions are unleashed.
    Silent night, darkest night, the beast is now released.
    Pirates, villains and thieves abound, you see them but they make no sound.
    They'll steal your heart and then escape, unmasked by the dawn, by then it's too late.
    Silent night, deepest night, fantasies come true.
    Silent night, lying night, love comes as if on cue.
    In night time dreams phantom love remains to capture your soul when darkness reigns.
    Illusive love, a thief in the night, caught and branded by daylight.
    Silent night, cruelest night, addictive as a drug.
    Silent night, secret night, how you whisper, how you tug.
    (By Me)

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  • View author's info posted on Oct 01, 2005 at 23:01

    I enjoy your writing very eloquent, heart-laced too...thanks..Bobcatmoon
  • View author's info posted on Oct 01, 2005 at 17:38

    "For ben My little one"

    Ben his face is like the Nile,
    hidden life beneath the water,
    the deeper his soul the more innocent my Lord

    His hair is like the grass
    the grass if for the universe
    the blanket which I lay down and dream
    There are roses without thorns.

    ben is like a house where there is no broken glass.
    A child is so innocent nothing shatters as a Mother my love for my child is all that matters.
    My love for him is a love for eternity and beyond.
    he shall be a dove loved a gift from heaven above

    He is like the clouds in the sky
    above the oceans the waves where angels dance
    obsessed by the fruits of love I will grow because of this eternal high
    I love you you I love you my child so blessed to be a mother by gods grace
    I can still see you always feel your embrace.
    even when circimstances keep us apart .
    You are forever in my heart of hearts

    I will always show my love for you fruit of my womb my baby my son
    treating you true a love without restrictions
    You are my garden my flower.
    wherever you go . I will take my heart and tears you given me my strength my power

    Your smile makes me happy complete
    the song in my heart
    My beautiful innocent little one
    where the sun does shine

    I love you more then life and life has been hard
    I will love you until the end of time
    Rythym and rhime wind chimes
    You will feel love always you give my restless soul peace
    I couldn't imagine life without you.
    I couldn't exist or cease/
    Can't keep you off my conscience
    I prophesy my destiny.

    Where trees will grow and multitude
    Birds will fly high in the sky

    skies of a pale shade of blue
    A new day will dawn . the day you my first son were born
    but remember when I am gone I will be loving you forever
    forever you And I we will share a bond unbroken together.
    Mother and child no greater gift

    Some seeds of love are planted
    on wild barren plains.
    You made this dreamers dream become reality
    Your love has helped me conquer my pain.
    In many ways keep this artists life a little more sane
    when I die I hope I will be watching observing you guarding you from the heavenly stars
    letting you know to look up and I am never that far.

    Before you were given to me I was living life fast.
    misunderstood was my name.
    But My beautiful one in your eyes I had a meaning my life will never be the same.

    there is this true beauty to be a mother.
    I hope God gives me another child to love and hold so many stories to unfold.
    A babe in my arms to hold a man to love his wife mother and child..a secind chance at a beautiful family life..
    I love being a mother Ben you are forever my child even if I had another I love you my litle one
    Your are my sunshine
  • View author's info posted on Sep 30, 2005 at 06:17

    What Course Should The Heart Take
    What course do we take? Do we leave fate to guide people together because of our lost direction? Do we wait alone at risk of our souls dying of loneliness, or sail the path as others have in this life, being with someone that is not the one, and seeing that the heart can still die of loneliness as the soul lives on. A hard choice. This sea of life is endless; It seems we are like driftwood unable to control ourown course. Knowing where we want to go but the ship long ago lost to the storm. I am content myself with the hope the tide might still take us there.
    Why do we settle for half a dream? Is it that we become weary from the many storms battled before? Do our wounds cripple us for life or do they heal with time? Is it true that our souls can forgive but the heart not forget? It seems I have forgotten much. South, North, our destination seems the same. Resolved that true love has escaped, not to be found again.
    And then there are those brief moments, a glass of wine shared, conversation with those who do not judge, only accept us for the qualities we possess.
    Being with Family, These things need to be taught during our youth, Still there is some peace knowing the heart remains young, and with that knowledge even though learned late in life comes hope. Hope, the food for the soul, Dreams, that place where the soul lives. It all seems so simple what to do. But then we are reminded life is not simple. What are the chances of finding love in our lifetime? floating at sea the same as me, almost impossible.
    When we are lucky enough to have found that person why do we sometimes swim away? For fear that we might drown from the weight of love and responsibility? We live but alive is a relative state of being. Then there are those who do not swim away.
    They may not find there soul mate, but for a time there is conversation and companionship, as they drift hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe there is someone out here in this ocean of uncertainty that will truly understand them and be heading for the same destination. If true love is only a myth, then we are where we are supposed to be. Occasionally catching a glimpse of one another when the sea is calm enough to permit. Dreaming of our past with childlike recollection of what should and might have been, then waking to the truth of what life can bring, comprimise. Can the heart always survive the storm? Or will it finally slip beneath the waves of frustration!
    The answers to these questions I am still searching for. We can see the horizon when the sun is shining, but the nights can be long. The weight of the knowledge of knowing what life should bring and with whom can pull us down slowly over time. And So we Drift and we wonder.
    sometimes we are like ships and have been on the sea same tides with our soulmate but the very thing we crave we are frightened by and in a seind it is gone for good.
    There aree those we had and didn't appreciate looking back seeeing someone saw what we should have alwasy seen and held onto for dear life

    Love Augh
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