Tag: poetry
member name: Spencer T.
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December 14, 2009 01:06 PM EST --
Come make me warm
like the oven I imagine you are
All that heat you transfer
Keeps me at sensual par.
Come touch me, woman
Bring . . .
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May 14, 2006 02:22 AM EDT --
Timing was great
no better might I say
roses first blooms
opened on this day.
Fresh scents
lovely sweet array
pink cascading
on her dinner tray.
One at a time
each bud opened wide.
She smiled, thanked . . .
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May 17, 2009 12:29 PM EDT --
I've had many people look up to me
nearly holding me in a sort of reverence
as if to keep me on a pedestal they created
with me having no input in its existence.
yet as life affected . . .
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December 13, 2009 08:45 PM EST --
Write me some naughty words
I feel so alone with out you
When silence comes between us
I dream of what we might do.
Speak to me some naughty . . .
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April 29, 2007 12:55 PM EDT --
They asked about passion
that drive I live with in my life.
All the spill over of desires
inspite of the stress and strife.
When I love I love completely.
When I fish I fish with zeal.
If I take a . . .
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March 25, 2009 11:26 PM EDT --
Don't fret my love
I am here for you always
holding on to the tether
we made for such days
Don't allow pain or doubt
to fuzz up your mind
hold on to the thought
I love you . . .
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November 29, 2007 08:07 PM EST --
We need not long for words
the blue haven speaks them well
and plants the best of meanings
for poets to harvest and tell.
We soar cross heavens' field
sweet visual rhapsodies aglow
basking . . .
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February 03, 2008 10:47 AM EST --
A curtain of lighted beauty
rises with nature starring the show.
A land of enchanted scenery
of a brand I never did know.
Sometimes there's a pause
you'll hear frightful sounds of . . .
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March 21, 2009 01:30 AM EDT --
If I get cold tonight
will you promise to keep me warm.
Do I snuggle under the blankets
or the comfort of your arms.
If the winds shift to cool
and storms . . .
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August 08, 2009 08:48 AM EDT --
Come sit with me a while share the sunlight in the dark. Look up at the moon's glow right here at noon in the park.
Look, the ducks are asking from whence we come. Why we don't . . .
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June 08, 2006 01:21 AM EDT --
Pardon my glowing, please
its the radiance of your touch.
I rise up to the high road
in the lavender of your clutch.
I seem able to drift
to stars in the skies
from the shadows cast . . .
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June 24, 2006 06:22 PM EDT --
Hands tremble with each touch
sort of like a halting kind of feel.
Nerves stand on end from the thought
could you, may you actually be real.
Mind wavers from sensual flares
you send . . .
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March 11, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
Crossing over between worlds
from those saucy dreams to now.
A bridge of sorts I must stretch
a regular occurance somehow.
A lingering of time and space
to capture wishes I brew.
Thats the kind of power . . .
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July 12, 2007 07:41 AM EDT --
Have I told you about it yet
you are the honey in my tea
the warmth in the morning
wrapping all around me.
Have I said to you
you bring simple pleasure
a relief of strife and pain
good, by any measure. . . .
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September 03, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
I want to be the breeze
that caresses your face
the kiss on your lips
leaving not a trace.
I want to be the heartbeat
pumping deep inside
A sail boat on the waves
of your ocean tide.
I want to be . . .
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September 08, 2007 05:36 PM EDT --
Come sit with me a while
share the sunlight in the dark.
Look up at the moons glow
sitting here at noon in the park.
Look, the ducks asking us
what country from whence we come.
Why we don't paddle . . .
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September 24, 2007 08:51 PM EDT --
Oh, shall I smile uncontrollably
plaster acceptance over my face
or grit my teeth in repulsiveness
or just embrace the utter disgrace.
Might I bow my head in shame
cause I remain that rare breed
who . . .
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November 16, 2007 02:55 AM EST --
Standing on the hillside
where two rivers meet.
That roaring confluence
unsteadies my feet.
Wonders fluttering
mist rises like a cloud
enveloping one's soul
whispering out loud.
Whirlpools . . .
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December 03, 2007 01:25 AM EST --
This write was inspired after reading Lydia R's poem Bare Windows
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977189869
Sobriety can be startling
without . . .
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December 07, 2007 10:57 AM EST --
Think I stepped beyond myself
then saw what I had heard
that often when I am writing
whispers pass like a flying bird.
In my full consciousness
no total detail of being aware
but oh, when outside . . .
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