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 I Will Love You Forever! David A. Doolan        (More) 7/22/2016
 We are meant to be adreamer2        (More) 7/21/2016
 I don't expect you to need me! BramptonMC        (More) 7/20/2016
 More than a Hi adreamer2        (More) 7/19/2016
 I knew from the start Starlight1        (More) 7/15/2016
 Angel David A. Doolan        (More) 7/15/2016
 You and I  adreamer2        (More) 7/14/2016
 American Beauty David A. Doolan        (More) 7/14/2016
 All my dreams came true Starlight1        (More) 7/12/2016
 Happiness Together! David A. Doolan        (More) 7/9/2016
 If I were twenty Again SuperSlimJim        (More) 7/8/2016
 Intimate feelings share adreamer2        (More) 7/4/2016
 BREATHLESS ( American Cinquain ) ladydp2000        (More) 7/3/2016
 BEAUTIFUL TREASURE FOREVER ( Cinquain ) ladydp2000        (More) 7/3/2016
 I LOVE YOU ( Cinquain ) ladydp2000        (More) 7/3/2016
 Through the Eyes of a Mother Emotionalman        (More) 7/1/2016
 The warmth of your embrace Starlight1        (More) 6/30/2016
 Her Smile David A. Doolan        (More) 6/29/2016
 Sweetheart lets dance Starlight1        (More) 6/28/2016
 Portrait of a fancy Dog SuperSlimJim        (More) 6/26/2016
 Do you feel it too adreamer2        (More) 6/26/2016
 VOICE OF GOD poetalthomas        (More) 6/25/2016
 The air I breathe adreamer2        (More) 6/21/2016
 Happiness is you Starlight1        (More) 6/18/2016
 We are soulmates Starlight1        (More) 6/17/2016
 I love you mom Starlight1        (More) 6/14/2016
 You HAVE My Heart ! David A. Doolan        (More) 6/12/2016
 You adreamer2        (More) 6/11/2016
 A Reason (Edited) adreamer2        (More) 6/4/2016
  Never too old (Edited) adreamer2        (More) 6/2/2016

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I Will Love You Forever!

A Happy Birthday To The Golden Goddess.
Maybe she will send one more of her thousand smiles my way.

Before meeting with the Golden Goddess
The Poet didn't see in Nature as she saw
Meanings for life mainly because meanings
He was told as he grew up were book based.
Finding meanings as though Nature's speaking
The Poet finds poets saying the old poets wrong
And science is right man not Nature speaks
Of things with meaning for man and his life.
There's no thought in Nature that cares for man
Say other poets and shows nothing
Divine, nothing of the Maker at all
But readers of the Poet show great interest
In the voice of Nature and what she says.


Small spark of night not so small are you then,
How little darkness you light yet you're seen;
You visit me, you visit her quite often
With faulty switch here but there you are keen
And Nature loves showing her you dark nights;
Oh same spark telling fault, telling beauty
Made more by lack of light climb greater heights
In our eyes and travel so our hearts see
The spark of love that has grown to consume
Us both with bushfires here, controlled fire there.
Oh spark set her dress on fire this full moon
And I'll embrace her so both hearts burn bare.
Small spark of night make all the darkness die
And uncontrolled make faultiness a lie.

How dull a life for those a spark is just a spark. Tiny lights in Nature have triggered thoughts in mankind before written language. That a tiny light appears on purpose - that it, not the mind only can be a mover is a step if denied rapes the human species of a human-liked step.


Why does the rough wind blow if not to dust
The plants of the world? - a most loving act;
More like our sweet mother than our father
And why does dust fall and settle if not
For some great purpose whereby love can be
Shown such a simple and wonderful way -
Flicks of the pretty wrist yet overlooked
As major in our lives as so much is.
If the rough wind outside never blew again
Men would make up myths of times gone by
Telling of a more loving era
When thousands of things showed love, disguised by love
To find the thoughtful man who deserved most
The thousand and one ways his Lady loved him.


When I hear the owl, nature says all's well,
Speech millions miss - the secret's kept secret
And thought control comes from those things that dwell
Where dwells the turtle, low and little set
Who will not attempt to fly as men loved.
Men told they're loved bend their desires upwards,
Cannot be bribed to be sad nor that way shoved;
They hear the owl and speak like ancient Bards
With powerful impulse - walk past stepping stones -
One foot too short gives Byron's fame their mind.
When sad dare I consult myself with moans?
No! my love - listen for the owl who's kind,
Watch the turtle swim confined and thoughts fly.
If you came by and kissed me I would die.


While loving more some love less as faults found
For love thrives best not blind but with closed eyes
To those things that steal beauty's growing ground;
And walking through the park, bark off trees dies
Yet we therefore don't visit less often.
Why does love all around us fade with time?
It's meant to, it's meant to go again?
Yes love goes unless our love's so sublime
We close our eyes to falling bark in parks
And asked why our eyes are closed in love lie
To say that this hour and that eyes closed marks
Dust in our eyes, never say love nor sigh.
The wise owl did wink when I had these thoughts
As bark missed my head - and denied in courts.


Without flesh passion dies says Earth thought poor,
Poor, because wealth's wasted where love's concerned
And missing much that's praps heaven or more -
Foolish where vast lands lie foolishly spurned;
Promise long way off empowers man's poor thoughts
From desert to flowering fields - praise deserts!
There must be such deserts in heaven's courts,
Deserts where lovers dance and sing though hurts,
Running towards the flowers, foot-sore smiling.
Would Heaven ban love's pleasures with wisdom -
Limit the limitless Maker's planning?
I wait pleasured - where's the pleasure come from?
All 'round me men cry out they are lonely,
Where your love makes desert cries pure poetry!


'Love me no more than now' whispered Poet-Heart
Who like the River God in beard and hair
Was silver tongued from love; was bold not daft.
She laughed with river lights on breasts half bare.
'If you love me as little now, not more!'
The river swept down to the sea with woe
For ducks and frogs and fish she heard and saw
And never misread lovers before as foe.
The River God's wind blew flowers from her hair
Into the river weeping down to the sea
And Poet-Heart lept in to retrieve with flair
Showing river how little love can be.
'Love me no more than now' Poet-Heart whispered
Who much laughed when his sweet love's answer heard.


We small talked together two hours or more
(Our body talk was large) lounging around.
Yes words in second place to lips did bore
And words compared to breathing's moving sound
That took on trips to voiceless hills of sand
Seemed words which the wind wisely blew away.
You catch me watching toes when words are bland
And eyes then rise to lips then eyes that play
But this wise wizard wiser than most men
Casts spells to enable every word heard
And drops hints that he's heard, as ears open
To pearls of poetry - heart keys every word.
A hello, my name, any word's music
Yet to hear with eyes closed I need magic.


Know that our hearts will leap on desert sand
Where first we met to part again too soon
For two winds warring never, need warm land
Or lonely sink un-united - death's tune.
We could've survived all ills - we still can
Where fountains of our feelings side by side
Have pearled spray for passing lovers hand in hand;
Their naked heads would know no sorrow cried.
Yet now two deserts where two low winds blow
Gain strength as our vote of love we cast
And put our trust in winds apart that show
A giddy dance and hollow chance love's past,
Since childhood dreams rode twin winds desert warmed -
Had heard and understood before time dawned.


Join the Golden Goddess and the Poet
Dressed as the White Wizard in the Garden
Walking the river banks in the evening
Taking his wolf along, talking of love;
Sitting some time on the lawns then sprawling,
Watching the stars as we did in her land -
Blue shooting stars there though white over here;
Looking for meaning as the sky reveals
Sights seen by mankind centuries before
Knowing the Maker of All speaks to us
Through flesh of our bodies wondrously made,
The vibrator of love thoughts from mind's throne
Moving poetry's lips so listening we hear.
Join us in the Garden, love's in the air.


You are mountain bound and the plain grounds me
Yet we commune with mirrors sun flashing
That speak spirit and things that are earthly
Not of silent loveless people dieing
For our sweet love thoughts sweep rapid and thick.
This tongue is not unknown to those who live
Where two worlds of life and death worry sick
Those without love and its sad passing grieve.
The moon like a mirror shines sunlight to earth -
Lovers looking up feel togetherness more
Though we make the moon wink for all its worth,
Make the moon dance, say how much we adore
And with such power flatten mountains tomorrow -
Make uneven the plain so love's sorrows go.

This old guy thumbed through the book in his hands;
Admired the pictures of youthful love's zest
And read how one man through courting expands
His world, his love of life, to give his best.
He was waiting to die, the next life live
And lifted his bowed head and some things said
To ladies chaired near him who bright smiles give
And shallow breaths deepened, they shun their bed.
He passed the book and the pages they thumbed
Winking, the youthful love stirring flirting
And spoke of old times and one lady hummed.
The old guy held up the book eyes skirting
For signs of new times of zest for love new
And said 'I'll read and dance all night with you!'

The zest for life is the greatest gift you can give your partner.
Read 'Two Hearts Two Cities' for zest is catching.
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