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Proposal Of love

 

 

 

The Non-Proposal

This is the story of a clueless man
I had to give the “eye” to for a dance!
But once he noticed me, the tale began.
However, it was not a huge romance!

He had no car or money. Both of us
were students, broke and working. What a pair!
We didn’t even get to take a bus,
just talked and walked together everywhere.

We talked of everything; I even cooked
his meals. He lived next door! There never was
a day we weren’t together. It just looked
like we’d get hitched. No reason. Just because!

No courting; no proposal did I get.
In forty years, I haven’t heard one yet! 
 

WRITTEN IN THE SAND

WRITTEN IN THE SAND

The Big Five—Africa’s pride in the vast open wild
Buffalo, Rhinoceros, Elephant, Leopard and Lion
Their prey—scattered Impala, Kudu and Waterbuck
On hardened dust… their footprints prevail and stand

WRITTEN IN THE SAND

The proposal day--- carefully planned- a beautiful beach
Red Roses, a Picnic, Sunrise and Diamond ring
The petals—scattered on the soft damp sea tabloid
Lover’s plea….a stick his pen, “Marry me—take my hand”

WRITTEN IN THE SAND

Early one morning--- He entered the dusty temple to teach
Scribes and Pharisees brought her in—an adulterous
Large stones…scattered for all to throw and accuse
Jesus bent down… wrote with His finger on condemning land 
 

THE PROPOSAL

Confide 
I want you for
My bride

Don’t rush …
Think about it 
Lips brush

Caress 
Breathless murmur 
Says YES!

Jan Allison
24th November 2014
Contest: Whispers of a muse
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Checked using ‘How many Syllables’ 2, 4, 2
~awarded 4th place

Winter Proposal

With my soul at peace and my thoughts at rest, standing in this winter wilderness, I whisper words of heartfelt bliss. Come with me and walk this path. Together we tread against the freeze, and find the warmth of tender grasp. My devoted being shall forever be, a place of strength against chilled winds, a brilliant light only you have seen. Our lives have met in this quiet space. Let sky meet land and rivers merge. Forever, harmony I long to taste. We have summoned light from darkest days. Heat returns to melt still ice. Each day length now brings stronger rays. The deepest snows cannot hide the facts. Beneath these layers life holds fast. Newfound joys spring from bleakest past. Let's rebuild life from broken dreams, Where life restarts with each new spring, the snows will melt to feed fresh streams. Like this land, my passion runs free. Walls have come down with earnest words. My unblinded eyes now see. I ask for your hand without ounce of gold, or shiny stones dug from filthy earth. My eternal love cannot be bought or sold. Under peaks reborn of volcanic scars, In night's serene and starkest silence, I pledge love to outlast the multitude of stars. Solitude I turn from on this ride. Today and tomorrow let's walk in stride. Promise to be my utopian bride.

Who am I?

I am 

The red ripe apple of the sinful tree,
The honey suckle of the bumble bee.

The pink blushed rose Of the secret garden,
The stubborn spoilt lass,never in pardon.

The youngest daughter of the honeyed sun.
The castle dream girl in Sands Of fun.

The jealous lover of the crescent moon,
The blowing Wind in strong monsoon.

The first white swan in the silver lake,
The seizmic tremor of each earthquake.


The scarlet love bird on each window pane,
The falling tear drop of crystal rain.

The candle's flicker of each passionate flame,
The Mystery!mademoiselle,madam,or dame?

The Copper butterfly in each Serene Meadow,
The Sunday church girl in White snow's shadow.


The brown eyed maiden of deep blue Seas,
The pretty Woman of soft  strawberries.


The old fashioned lady in sweet proposal,
The gold stringed harp in music's motion.

The colored Smile on rainbow's face,
The flamenco dancer covered in lace.


The little Mermaid in pirates'streams,
The wafting wave in glittered gleams.


The twinkling Star Of black silk skies,
The lanterne light Of fire flies.


The Cindirella in glass slippers,
The happy verse of each romance.


The grown up baby who easy cries
The grown up lady who easy smiles.

The wishing feather of  a flying free dove,
The Veiled  young lady in the 'Power Of love'. 
 

YOU ARE SO SPECIAL

I should have written to you a Sedoka, For you are gracious and more than a mediocre, Many do not know you as a shining star, As their minds are clouded and their thoughts far, ‘one man’s meat is another man’s poison’ to me you are a gem from the north horizon, Your imperfection makes you modest and real, Different from hypocrisy which gives a raw deal, If I’ve met you in your prime at a young age, I would have wasted no time to write a new page, Proposal that would have seen us at the altar, Which would have made our present state better, Love and you will be loved-this is not always true, Tears have flowed from your eyes like the morning dew, Which is due to wickedness of men that brings pain, But I’m prepared to ease your pain and walk your lane.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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