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Only ever with you, I love to have and hold
into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold;
into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold;
only ever with you, I yearn to grow old...

Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such
for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush
Only ever with you my being wants to attach
as first step already taken to our primrose path

Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips
Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland
Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin
only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point

Stars and moon may leave the dark skies
yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes
day and night, I see the rising sunrise.
Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights

for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity.
Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity
to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity.
Mindless to whatever is there in humanity

Only ever with you...

Rising Within Your Pages

I take for granted all that I can do
Thinking that what I have has all been earned
Instead I should be so thankful to You

A spirit of pride is one that is learned
I start to believe the things that are said
Thinking that what I have has all been earned

Within my heart I begin to be led
Rising within the pages of Your Word
I start to believe the things that are said

I learn to fly on the wings of a bird
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom
Rising within the pages of Your Word

I no longer doubt your Kingdom will come
Without your Love I will never know Peace
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom

Within the Heavens praises never cease
Without Your Love I will never know Peace
I take for granted all that I can do
Instead I should be so thankful to you
 
 

COME WHAT MAY

 
 
The steep waning of duskfall held by one
Cuddled by a wheeze , the dim air’s pale  light,
Nestling  upon boughs of  memoirs undone
As scenes  rise mildly with an ached delight.
Although fall plunges into my own depth,
Giving way to chills of winter ,prolonged
So must spring blossom  with a fragrant breath
For roam I must through peaks of Augusts’  song.
And musings dip upon the faltering wings
A blazed remembrance of seasons’ refrains;
Snuffed by  love’s  risk, hardened from cold warning
Oh  time  withers,  breaks ...still I call your name.
Hearts evade pleas, sweet moments gone astray
That now I rest on a crib  of old stars
But such is life allowing what is the way;
To gather new treasures...near or afar.
 
 

Waiting On A Woman

It's been three long years, that have gone by Searching high and low for the apple of my eye The one who will let her hair down and be free Many I have met , just not the one made for me She doesn't have to be flawless or fancy free Only one to hold my hand and heart endlessly It's been too long since I felt that soft touch Of the burning lips of the one I love so much That feeling of someone waiting and wanting me Mysteries of pleasing her wholly and completely I'll run my fingers through her hair and disappear My heart and mind will be open, with her here I yearn for her scent, her smiles, and her charms To hold her close, so tight, wrapped up in my arms Oh To fall in love again would be such a sweet dream To have someone to call my own, us, together as a team Been three long years since I've had feelings so true If you're out there, I'm here waiting, it's long overdue

Out of Control

I spin, faster and faster…   
losing control, I am a propeller rising.
Once, you were my mystery to solve –
my challenge, my highest vista to climb.
You lifted me to your private skies.
Spread out before me on red-winged flights,
eradicated stars came back to life,
painted iridescent by your own two hands.
What could only be crayoned by inferior men.
All aglow, the universe circled my head -
round and round till the dizziness came,
infatuation only to blame.
I spin…slower, rhythmic, scraping.
I am a pinwheel on softest breeze.
memories come…memories go.  

With a crystal crown of constellations,
you adorned my flowing hair –
locks spun golden, locks I loosened for you.
I became a glowing body for you to orbit,
a fiery flood of sunlight traveling,
Venus gifted in violet dusk,
auroras of ribbon braided…
I spin…slanting, lower, on tip-toes.
I am a ballerina with an audience of one.
I watched you watch me in light of all things.
I wanted to be center of your universe…
rings of Saturn encircled you and I.
Mercury’s fire blazed through what was us.
Blue-silver splattered moons orbited our sleep.
I kissed the moon rock I named after you.
I kissed you and only you until dawn slipped
between the warmth of our linen sheets.
I caught you in my arms time after time,
clouds dappled with your eyes floated by…
doting, they released scintillating showers
upon a wilting flower.  

When it was time for you to catch me,
you were gone…taking with you part of me.
I fell hard…back to earth, stained crimson, star-struck.
Forever is a long time to chase
shooting stars through echoing space.
I trusted you, trusted only you, trusted you with me.
I rusted, no protection from your harsh elements.
We all come back to reality of a spinning earth…
we rise or fall, move or hide, heed the call or lie.
We come to the self-sharpened point of swim or die.
Time rushes by…
I sat next to you, held your hand,
feeling like my own miraculous sky,
regaining my identity…
while you read Hemingway,
a man’s man you’d say.
I spoke of the poem I wrote for you another day.
“Yeah, yeah…Aha”, you whispered…my words
dismissed, a foreign language never understood.
Space and time altered our skies;
below, your lies became our demise.
Our footprints disappeared before my eyes.

In my own miraculous sky, I have slowed my pace,
aware of my mistakes, my fear, my grace.
I embrace beauty, peace, tears I've cried, the ride…
Dawn came early this new day, I drove away,
weaved around a pothole, almost crashed.
The gravel road rattled my faith.
I started to spin again…disoriented, I faltered,
but I never turned back.
I wonder if I avoided my own catastrophe,
saved face, or a little of both…
I remember how I asked you
about the meaning of love.
You turned away,
reading Williams that day,
madness and genius you’d say,
I planted my feet, met your eyes, then marched away.
Head held high, you dimmed under a starlit sky.
I searched myself and found the brightest star…
it led me home.
Now, I brush my fingers lightly across
a constellation on high…
Pegasus, I think.
Only to realize, it’s reflection
mottles in a rippling puddle below... 
beauty awakened by my grounded feet.


To Him who Loves Me

He held me through the maelstrom of my heart
strong arms of comfort, chest of solid might
with soothing touch the healing he did start
he brought the rays of sun to warm my night

the whispers in my ear were tender, sweet
they breathed into my soul his courage fierce
he vanquished all the cold with flaming heat
and placed his balm on wounds that lies did pierce

my heart he touched and made to beat once more
my eyes he kissed with truth, and I could see
On lips his love with kisses he did pour
he arms a haven that was meant to be

To him who loves me with such constant care
my dreams, my soul and body I will bare 
 
 

I'm Not Your Puppet

Don’t you ever forget
That I’m not your puppet!
I’m not a toy on a string that you can manipulate,
So you can walk right back through that gate.
You thought you could simply bark out commands,
And I would just yield to your demands.
But I’m so over you and I hope you can see
That I’ve broken those chains and I’m now free.
Mr. Manipulator, don’t try to mess with my mind,
‘Cause it has a will of its own as I’m sure you’ll soon find.
Don’t even try to figure me out,
I’m my own person, that’s what this is all about!

You took my love for granted,
And got everything you ever wanted.
Well, marionette maker, let me tell you what's true,
No more dancing to your tune as I've had enough of you!
Trust me I’m not even bitter,
But it’s all over and you can go cry me a river.
You really did me wrong thinking you could string me along;
But nothing lasts forever and I've grown super strong.
I’m not your puppet, and as I’ve told you before,
My name is not Pinocchio, so see yourself to the door.
You'd better understand that I'm my own woman,
And I will not be controlled by any man! 

 

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“Why I Love My Father”: A Father’s Day Tribute. Happy Father’s Day To All Father Figures! :) Note from Celes : This is a 2012 tribute post from PE to all fathers around the world, and I’m republishing it to wish all fathers a Happy Father’s Day. To all fathers, may you have the most wonderful time with your family!  Thank you everyone for your  wonderful responses  to the  Father’s Day Tribute .   It was truly very heartwarming for me to read all your beautiful entries surrounding your father and your relationship with him. Today is Father’s Day (for those of you in Asia, that would be yesterday) and I’d like to dedicate this post to  all the wonderful fathers, father figures, and male mentors out there  who have touched the lives of people out there: be it your own kids, others’ kids, your family, people you’ve mentored, people you’ve coached, and the world at large. Thank you for all that you do.  Thank you for being you.  We appreciate your existence and the often tim
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