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Dragon RainBy: Al Kelly
if i could show you this fingerprint impressions of these depressions in me this portrait, so tidal catastrophic when it rains if you could take me in you would never wear that perfume on your breath again if you could touch this divinity these tears, fury by nature would scorch your heathen hand if you could brush them away
Copyright © 1998 Al Kelly
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StillBy: Ron WatsonA note to let you know I still exist still find you irresistible still think of you in ways that make me blush still miss the nearness of your smile the rightness of your touch still recall the shade of your eyes the sound of your voice your whole attitude of grace still see when I close my eyes your feet walking by themselves still wonder what kind of God made this kind of love this kind of man this kind of woman this kind of world this kind of life still believe in spite of everything that love outlives us all still believe in you
Copyright © 1997 Ron Watson
NormalBy: Jim HicksI dont require much more than a simple life I just want my home, my dog, my wife I don't require a lot of ceremony 'cause to me that just seems so phony Take me to spring time, carry me far give me my hat and my bike and I'm off and I dont undertsand why you think I'm loosing 'cause i feel fine
Copyright © 1998 Jim Hicks
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Capturing The MagicBy: Linda HaysI wonder silently as I wander slowly through this life that was mine and yours and ours together and now mine alone again. Our time was fleeting as I look at the whole picture of life that is behind me, beside me, ahead of me. We tried hard to capture the magic, not each and every time, but more times than not, and we succeeded even in our failures to realize that it was our trying that mattered most.
Copyright © 1997 Linda Hays
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One Night With You in JulyBy: L.M. Cunningham
Like a lesser-known brand name, I'm always proving myself. Stalking the carnival Hot enough to melt cotton candy lights apples on the Ferris wheel When the star is shot out, when the tickets add up to one small prize The years I spent with you were magnificent. Magnificent. Malcelsinous. We put it together. Paper dolls.
Copyright © 1997 L.M. Cunningham
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UntitledBy: Larry Stephens
An endless stretch of highway, splitting the night with a crack, exploding within our imagination with the impact of a stone skipped along a lake, breaking in, then just as quickly, slipping back out again. Sunlit trees stretching across a vast countryside, you and I gliding within them. Believing in all the childhood promises we were told, not wanting to let go of the hopes and dreams we had when we were young. Maybe my love, if we keep looking ahead and never look back, we can keep our dreams, these dreams that keep us warm on December nights, these dreams that others would like to take away from us because they believe them to be foolish. We will not let them take our precious dreams away, we have quenched our thirst from the fountain of youth, we will be forever young.
Copyright © 1997 Larry Stephens
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The Stronger EgoBy: L.R. Powell
If she takes me, she can make me almost anything she wishes me to be. If she takes me... she can break me, but she won't. She only tastes what she thinks that I can be. So I let her. Damn I love her. But someday I'll walk away and leave her asking, "where's the one who belongs to me?".
Copyright © 1997 L.R. Powell
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Delivery On BalconyBy: Patty Mooney
Valentine's Day theatre balcony threshold to somewhere I don't know. Show's about to start: "Pandora's Box." Long to look in but I am a bit singer, plot does not involve me, yet still find pleasure to be here now ironic theme of today's play. I grin at Video Man who sees all, his painstaking vantage, tripod tall, proud, camera's eye filled with all the world. He smiles, an insatiable nova blistering through darkness so so sure of self love at first sight. Me, not yet. Conservative in hetero motion, cautious, wary acknowledge he's nice not my tall, dark father unattainable standard. Something intriguing about this Video Man he's nice. I trade cards, so jaded by waiting list of men who need me, keeps me from feeling flint-spark of this man I will marry. Valentine's Day theatre balcony Pandora's Box peeps open, light seeps out, love at first sight he sees immediately while I pretend to need more time, still our fate is sealed. Inside the box, pulses metronomic heartbeat box cannot contain, pops lid off my safe and lonesome life explodes. We clasp hands: I see myself deep in his eyes, my eyes, his eyes, my eyes, his: a naked view of universe, he and me in it.
Copyright © 1997 Patty Mooney
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Cocoon PalaceBy: K.R.S. Murthy
MY love blossom seducing with its honey dipped lips is hosting your beatitude bee with rainbow wings, spinning the shiny silky thread of your love digest reeling around me, architecting a cocoon palace. No one can see the world within, our secret ecstatic world built with the bricks of imagination Just my fantasy incarnating as an artist picturing the cocoon palace in my mind palette.
Copyright © 1997 K.R.S. Murthy
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LessonsBy: L.R. Powell
I write the words of long ago, but can't you understand? That's where my life began and also ended, or so I thought. Flower child of the 'Frisco coast, I knew all there was to know. Now I find I'm just a ghost of the one who was so very sad. I've learned the lessons taught though no one had to teach. I found them on the beach where souls are tossed for backward glancing. Now they sadly bring to me memories that I would lose, if I could only choose to let this woman go but she haunts me.
Copyright © 1988 L.R. Powell
Originally appeared in Echoes From The Heart, An Anthology
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Magic ForestBy: Bob HamiltonMy thoughts of you are never ending Take me in your arms lead me as only you can To a secret place warm with the sun Under a canopy in your magic Forest Green with a moss-laden floor Where only lovers lay Let us run and play to hide Only to seek each other out again To embrace and kiss and share The love in our eyes that speaks to our souls To slumber in our love, hearts as one Under a cascade of rays filtered Through our Forest umbrella To play again another magic day that leads us into forever.
Copyright © 1997 Bob Hamilton
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Despite Our DifferencesBy: Mike Rosenberg
Where will you be At the dawn of the end? Will you run from the crowds To some private sands Clutching for a permanence Pouring from your hands? Where will we be When that time arrives? Will we pass alone, Solitary travellers in abandoned realms, Or embrace, And leave this world as one?
Copyright © 1997 Mike Rosenberg
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