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Until ThenWhen I spend time alone with you,
And it’s just you and I,
I love the freedom from the view
Of us in public eye.
Do they've a right to chastise us
Just for being in love?
They've no reason to start a fuss,
Or think themselves above.
But we've no reason to listen
To anything they say.
Someday, their critique will be done-
We’ll be free on that day.
Until then, we shall persevere,
You and I, side by side.
Until then, we shall stand right here,
Until that turn of tide.
My Love's GiftWhen you and I stand side by side,
I always feel at ease.
As if the fear inside me died,
By you, brought to its knees.
It’s as if my deep love for you
Allows me to be brave.
You help me see the world anew,
From its peaks to its caves.
You’ve shown me all the worlds splendour,
I’ve seen it thanks to you.
And thanks to your love so tender,
I’ve found my true love too.
My partner, I’d like to thank you
For giving this to me-
All these wondrous sights, old and new,
And for making me free.
The RiverWhen I gaze forth at the river,
It often changes form.
At sometimes it’s but a sliver,
At others, like a storm.
When but a sliver, it stays calm,
The picture of tranquil.
Like this, there’s little it could harm,
It’s very nearly still.
But when it moves as if a storm,
Its true power is shown.
This power can make hope forlorn,
And can’t be overblown.
To think that such a deadly force
Is so ready to change-
Its choice in choosing its own course
To us, always seems strange.
His QuestionWhen I am asked by my dearest
Just why I fell for him,
I think what reason is clearest,
And which ones are more dim.
Do I love him for his deep eyes
That calm me down so well?
Or do I love his lack of lies
That in me rings a bell?
Of course, there is his sweet smile
That I love very much.
And then there’s his unique style
That leaves me with a blush.
His forgiveness contributes too,
His heart so sweet and pure,
His innocence, so free from rue,
These all took part, I’m sure.
But without all these things of his,
My love I’d still adore.
I love him just for who he is,
And couldn’t ask for more.
Summers DayLet it be knows that on this summers day,
My love and I finally joined as one.
Our love, it seems, has now found its own way,
Our worries and our fears finally gone.
We joined as one the same place that we met,
The place I shall remember all my life,
The place with the best treasure I could get,
The place that now has freed me from my strife.
It seems we are finally freed from grief,
Without it, we are free to live our lives.
It is gone, as if stolen by a thief.
With it gone, our love can now at last thrive.
We can now begin our lives together,
Knowing that our love will last forever.
LuckNot a thing will ever stop me
From loving you this way.
Right by your side I’ll always be,
No matter what they say.
Such is the love I feel for you,
Words cannot describe it.
People like us, there are so few,
Yet we’re a perfect fit.
Were we lucky that fateful day
That the two of us met?
Would we have met some other way-
Would that have happened yet?
If it was luck or entwined fates,
It matters not to me.
What does is we don’t have to wait
For our true love to be.
For now that we have each other
And have fallen in love,
We’re safe in loves joyous cover,
And fly free as if doves.
What we LackThe bird ascends on shining wing,
Knowing that it is free.
It’s free to live, and fly, and sing,
And let be what will be.
It’s free from such frivolous things
That give we humans grief.
For us, things so simple can sting,
Even if they are brief.
It ascends high into the sky,
So free from all our fears.
It flies beyond the naked eye,
Never shedding a tear.
Its freedom is to be envied
By people so held back.
The one thing that can’t be levied-
That freedom which we lack…
SoulmatesWherever our future may go
I’m always by your side.
All around us dark winds may blow,
But we have time to bide.
My love, I won’t abandon you,
No matter what may come.
If troubles be many or few,
Or even if we’ve none.
I’d fight for you with all my heart,
And do all that I could.
To fight for us, I’ll do my part,
For I know that I should.
After all, we’re soulmates, my dear,
My heart you have beguiled.
My deep desire is now clear,
I want to see your smile.
Three WordsHe who returned my life to light
Now stand within my reach.
There’s no one left we have to fight,
No gaps we have to breach.
He throws himself into my arms,
He sobs into my chest.
He knows that now we won’t be harmed,
These times will be our best.
He gazes up into my eyes
He has something to say.
I think what secret he belies
Will now be clear as day.
He says to me those three small words
Of how he feels for me.
His feelings now free as the birds,
And filling me with glee.
I look at him as he did me,
Our faces oh-so near.
And I too make my feelings free-
“I love you too, my dear.”
Page 248Miss Mallory was in the library as usual
The ghostly silence of the library was musical
Again and again she searched for a new book
A black tattered novel was what Mallory took
"I don't recall reading this one" she said
There was no title, but a red symbol instead
As she opened it, dust exploded in her face
And the black book landed on a random page
Page 248 was blank, not a single word to be seen
"What's this? How odd. Whatever does it mean?"
She placed her palm onto page 248, very curious
In Mallory went as the book snapped shut, victorious
Falling, falling, and falling, into some unknown void
Her mind was losing it, her precious memories, destroyed
Swiftly and silently, poor Mallory disappeared in a wink
And onto page 248 was her life, written out with black ink
The black book flew back to its dusty home, the top shelf
Where one day, a curious soul would grab to read for oneself
An advice for the readers: "Beware of page 248! You ought to!"
"Don't be hungry for a book, for this book
PortalThe birds are about
The clouds are out
So let's go and find
Some sort of mind
That does not care
But to where we want to go
And golden sunshine
Paint the way for us
Let's see where it takes us
To a faerie field
Full of daytime wheels
We can spin to wherever
Acrid blossom bells
Wave goodbye our cells
So let's not disappoint
And in their bright wave join
As our minds overflow with chance
Our feet are lively
Our smiles are wide
Do not hesitate
But to smell and taste
Like children's memories
Cruel mares can slumber
With all the other
But far aflutter
That picks at our aspirations
Storm fronts behind
Their intent unkind
So let's keep running
And never stop shunning
The past for all its pain
Our purpose so delayed
Become battle calls
To challenge in our midst
The devil's wrist
Nipping at our heels
To try and peel
The veil from our pictured
Suddenly SPIDER!Big hairy scary spider just ran at my naked feet.
I screamed and lifted my toes and now it's under my seat!
And now I'm scared to move
And now I'm scared to stay
Where did that hairy scary
Emerge from anyway?
Memory LossMemories... my soulful melody
Intertwined within a grand symphony
Though the experiences remained ever-lasting
I neglected to reflect upon their meaning
As I continued on, living in irony.
Nonchalantly, I continue the journey
Unaware of the terrifying reality
Truth begets hate, then understanding
Abolished of my stupidity
I will come to terms with my destiny
Clinging not to fear of dying
Yet regretting what I am becoming
Something fading into obscurity...
The Nonlinear Steps of GriefHer legs kicked up on the arm of the couch
Swaying feet in neon socks dance to a tune
That no one else hears
As I watch over my book across the room
Pretending to read this dusty old tome
For a history class chronicling the fall of Rome
While she reads a novel by David Mitchell
And dreams of a world far from home.
The sunlight in her hair, the moonlight on her toes
As she gently sighs and snuggles up close
She’s a tactile creature – speaking by touch
When the use of words is too much.
I hate this timeline – I really do –
This timeline where the sunlight’s crooked slant
Only serves to remind me of all that I can’t
Hope to achieve here – the choices few
Leave me here all askew.
And all the while I still search for you
This timeline won’t do – it’s just not for me
There has to be one where we can still be
And not just be but thrive happily
The tree of time with branches all scrambled
With this one twiste
A Message to HeavenDear Great Grandpa, I wonder how you are
How is heaven, do you remember me?
No matter how many stamps, you are too far
But at least my letter is for God to see
Its been years since you went away
But maybe you will read this somehow
Because it is too late for what I want to say
But back then I knew less than I do now
Dear Great Grandpa, I have to ask you
Because you never seemed to talk much
And I guess I was the same too
I want to know about your life and such
They say in November your first breath was took
How was it growing up in the changing past?
For that world is just black text in my school textbook
And I only know of the eight years that were your last
Is forever lost wealth depressing as the name?
Was it like an apocalypse when the whole world fought?
What joy you had when the chains wore out their fame?
Did the future fantasies come faster than thought?
How did it feel to live in new land?
Or when the colors splashed on the screen?
Were the sparkles and fashion beyond understa
Mister FoxA gentleman, Reynard, they say,
Is quiet where he walks,
His silent smile will change your day,
That’s why he’s “Mister Fox.”
And should you listen for his pace,
His quiet, sooty socks,
Are soundless, still, or in his race,
The feet of Mister Fox.
Coming to the wedding door,
With timid glee, he knocks.
Who hasn’t invited him before,
That charming Mister Fox?
A cunning lad, always so mellow,
I know to knave who mocks,
The kind and somewhat silly fellow
They know as Mister Fox
Some afternoons with tea and bread,
He sits down at the docks.
Admirable, his coat of red,
And red is Mister Fox.
He has no need for petty things,
Like gold or diamonds or stocks.
More precious are the songs he sings,
The sociable Mister Fox.
After your feet slips off the stirrup,
And you fall on the rocks,
What friend comes by to help you up?
Who else but Mister Fox?
Sometimes his wolfish claws aren’t neat,
Or his grin has teeth of crocs;
But no-one’s words are soft and sw
Romance del MalqueridoEra por el tres de mayo,
y apenas amanecía
era por el tres de mayo
cuando esto acaecía.
"¡Antonio, abre la puerta,
Antonio, córrela abrir
pudiese ser tu padre
el correo o la Guardia Civil!"
"Que no es correo, mi madre
Ni es mi padre querido
Es la imagen terrible
de tu yerno, el Malquerido"
"Calla, Antonio cállate
Cállate que no vá contigo
Retírate a tu habitación
Bien dices que soy malquerido
Me malquiso esa tu hermana
Mirándome con desprecio
Me quiso muy mal tu hermana
Que para mi no tenía precio.
Ahora deja que pase
Que he de teñir estas telas
Teñirlas de carmin profundo
Con la sangre de Manuela"
"Mira que dices, Felipe
que a mi no me lo dirías
Cura que dices Felipe
que tu foso te cavarías"
"Yo me cavaría mi pozo
Tal como estoy, con gran gozo
Mas te dejaría, Felipe
Tal como eres, envidioso"
Diciendo esto el Antonio
echó mano a la navaja
y de un golpe certero
hasta el corazón le taja
CrossroadsIf you came to a crossroad without signs, which one would you follow?
Would you walk to the left, where there are pretty flowers decorating the roadside,
To the right where you can glimpse little traces of glimmering gold in the cracks,
Or would you walk straight ahead on the dusty path full of pebbles and holes?
If I told you that things aren't always what they seem to be at first glance,
Would you think me superstitious, shrug if off and walk the path you like,
Pick the path that seems to be the most pleasant and entertaining to you,
Or would you stop and consider what I might be trying to tell you.
If I told you that a guide informed me of the roads you stand before,
Would you believe me if i said those pretty flowers on the first path are poisonous,
And the gold in the cracks will poke into your soles and tear up your feet,
Or would you believe if I said that the rocky road is not hard to walk on?
If you came to a crossroad without signs, which one would you follow?
Would you belie
Boiling overAlone up there in the tower,
The lady is locked up.
That poor, sweet, innocent flower,
How long must she be stuck?
The lady waits for her brave knight
To save her from this strife.
Battle the dragon, win the fight,
And take her as his wife.
And so it happens, as she wished,
Though this was not her dream.
It feels as though she’s left adrift,
While he is left agleam.
She’s left there in his shadow,
Not left her own person.
He sets a path, and she follows,
For she is not a burden.
Until one day she tells him
The error of his ways.
That she is not an item,
And this is what she says:
“It has come to my attention
What you have done to me.
So now I’m going to mention
What I think you can’t see.
I’m no trophy, my dearest knight.
You now need to see that.
I haven’t quite escaped my plight,
It’s not yet in my past.
You’ve treated me as some object
Since I have been your wife.
I wish I could gain your respect
With my own way of life.
A poem about damsels in distress - because they annoy me.
Yeah, I know, this is a bit of a change of pace, but the mood just struck me to write a poem about something like this.
Bit of a disclaimer here as well, I'm not female, I just wanted to get this out here.
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