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by NStrick755
the flower that was once
a bud with petals tight
has opened up her brilliance
beneath the shining light
the glory of her form
that shines above them all
bestows her beauty to the world
while dew drops gently fall
the sparkle of the sun
reflected in her leaves
reveals the perfect harmony
of life that's been conceived
each flower that stands near
admires all her charm
and watches gently as she takes
their love within her arms
magestically she shows them
how the soil has mixed with tears
replenishing with vital force
the pain within the years
the love is felt with vining joy
the garden starts to grow
this pretty flower stands within
the beauty that she knows.....
untitled
I Found
Through all of my trails and tribulations
Through all of my ups and downs
I always had you by my side
To make me smile when I have got a frown
I found a safe haven to run to
When the world becomes to much to bear
Knowing I will always be loved
Knowing I got somebody who will care
Finding my soulmate was my biggest fret
Then came in my life with your sweet love
And for that I will always be in your debt
I found my true happiness
A home for my orphan heart
A place for my wayward soul
I never thought love could be this true
Til I was shown what love could be
I'm so happy I found you --
Easter In Acequia, Idaho
After a fidelity argument
We take the air, walk a dirt road
Along 4 X 4 tracks past Japanese-looking elms
Black-bottomed trunks via periodic yellow-grass burn-off
You've relaxed some
And try to convince me that bicycle marks in the dust
Are the paths of winged rattlesnakes, stopping here, starting again there
They don't seem capable of altitude for long
We step and slide down a twenty-foot embankment
Into a big, inanimate canal
Scheduled to be filled tomorrow
We walk the length, wordlessly holding hands
White dead moss under our sneakers
Like cardboard created by silkworms
On bleached-seeming rocks
A pair of water-skippers scuttle
Resurrected from dry muck, survivors
We reach the flow regulator gates
Stop and make tall cement walls a rendezvous
Pass tongues to each other, goodwill mended.
copyright 1998 Coke Brown
Lift my essence above the pinnacle of your existence
Lets us converge within the core of our souls
Melt inside the interior of my being
as we dance frantically across the floor
Hear the rhythm of life's song
The sensuous drums of the ballet
as they elevate us to a much higher plain
Feel the barriers as they contract
Let us draw from each other the reservoir of energy
as we share the secrets of our desires
Touching the hearts of one another as we become one
Now, Let us embrace the beauty of inner peace
-----Vee, the Dreamer
They are thin
as fine hairs,
as thick as thighs
pushing up from a hunt,
binding us all
to futures unseen,
as guessed at as
our fossilized past.
They anchor time
of the largest of trees,
of wisps of thin grasses
growing as thickly today
as back then in a sea
growing on the Savannah.
Hominids covered
with fine hair
gathered there,
seeking
seeds and fruit
and were hunted
as they hunted.
Fossilized foot prints
found in South Africa
lead everywhere.
Old bones of stone
give carbon clues
to a Biblical garden
that may or may not
have been created
in one stroke,
deliberately delivered,
by an ethereal,
omnipotent artist.
One by one
they vanished
amid changes and eons
In time,
Neanderthals,
thick of thigh,
flourished in caves
ran bison down
at edges of ice sheets
towering a mile or more
into a primal sky
and humans
walked among them.
We share
an identical gene,
exactly the same gene,
of that first primate
walking upright,
carrying her seed
to be passed on
into Egypt and beyond.
If she had a language at all
it speaks in voices
heard in a silence
deep within
every one of us.
If she had a name at all
I would guess
it was not Eve.
I hear her
in quiet moments,
in reflections
of who I am,
where I came from,
where we are all bound.
I see her
brown beads of eyes
flashing
with fear and thunder,
crouched and alert
in each eye I see today
glistening
with light
reflecting on this
absolute wonder
of life held only
for a moment
in time
to be,
as it must be,
passed on.
~~Verne II~ ~
Dewey173
We met
We touched
We smiled
We loved
We scared
We ran
Love affects our inner souls
and we only want to see
what we want to hear.
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