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19, 20..24 pearls

19 poems and odes to thee

 

Songs of love and rhymes by me

 

A life out of the ordinary

 

We dance around the tree

 

 

19 poems and this makes 20

 

A love as sweet and sticky as honey

 

To have and to hold  at times seems funny

 

When we run like the rain as the world gets sunny

 

 

19 peoms I must not stop

 

For 20 comes and makes me bop

 

21...22...23...then hop

 

to 24 pearls I'll never drop

 

 

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IMPOSSIBLE

 

 

What happens when a dream does shatter?

What happens when tears no longer matter?

 

Do we give up and go?

Do we step out into the snow?

Do we let the lava flow?

Does our heart really want to know?

 

No longer hanging on to dream,

The fairytales fall in the seam,

of life, and one can't keep the beam,

Of light that was your eye.

 

The illusion is revealed,

Unwavering love no more concealed.

 

Why are my lips not the only one?

Why do my efforts not equal the sum?

Curse blind ambition and thoughtless fun!

My life seems so undone.

 

Maybe this pain is not so true,

I must not give in to the blue,

For us I live and only knew,

The possibility.

 

 

 

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YOU

 

 

   

Loving is the cruelest thing,

The twist and turn of the heart string,

A promise with a diamond ring,

A baby at the birth of spring.

 

To turn and point the hands of time,

and know that you aren't  really mine,

I face the truth and spell the rhyme,

While searching for what I can't find.

 

We run to flee the thing we chase,

While on the journey we lose the race,

and wish that love would give us face,

Instead we revel in disgrace.

 

Mad because I’ve never known hate,

The thought of love has been my fate,

The cast, the reel, I took the bait,

and in the end it seems too late.

 

Alas, this thing cannot be true,

For love is pain and pleasure too,

with Purple nights and Days of blue,

The only thought I have……..

 

 

 is you

 
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Foggy

My eyes, eyes, eyes,

will always

Sigh, Sigh, sigh,

and they'll

Cry, cry, cry

from the everlasting pain in my mind.

 

Because lies, lies, lies,

from the

Tries, tries, tries,

always keep

My, my, my,

feelings wrapped up tightly inside.

 

If

I, I, I

could really

Fly, fly, fly,

into the

Sky, sky, sky,

and gather all the clouds in this dream of mine.

 

I would

Try, try, try

to really

Tie, tie, tie

all the

Twine, twine, twine

around this fog that will never die.

 

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