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 When Love Dances David A. Doolan        (More) 8/27/2015
 The sweetest love Starlight1        (More) 8/26/2015
 In Silence adreamer2        (More) 8/23/2015
 Your love Starlight1        (More) 8/21/2015
 I Will Love You Forever! David A. Doolan        (More) 8/20/2015
 I wish they were real. adreamer2        (More) 8/19/2015
 Pertectly, Perfect notebook        (More) 8/19/2015
 MOONGLOW ( Rictameter) ladydp2000        (More) 8/18/2015
 HAPPY AND BRIGHT ( The Bell) ladydp2000        (More) 8/17/2015
 Why I Love You David A. Doolan        (More) 8/17/2015
 Fantasy adreamer2        (More) 8/16/2015
 it was such a tender kiss.. notebook        (More) 8/15/2015
 Come dance with me Starlight1        (More) 8/15/2015
 My World olderandbolder        (More) 8/15/2015
 Gentleness Starlight1        (More) 8/13/2015
 DAY AND NIGHT ( Waltz Waves) ladydp2000        (More) 8/12/2015
 YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING ( Free Verse) ladydp2000        (More) 8/12/2015
 MOONGLOW ( Rictameter) ladydp2000        (More) 8/11/2015
 I Think Of You - (and smile!) David A. Doolan        (More) 8/11/2015
 His love Starlight1        (More) 8/8/2015
 Time Is Not A Waiting Game Cynthiaapwlts        (More) 8/8/2015
 I LOVE YOU MY LOVE TOO ( Rhyme) ladydp2000        (More) 8/8/2015
 Your Smile Cynthiaapwlts        (More) 8/7/2015
 Gentleness of your love Starlight1        (More) 8/7/2015
 Desires adreamer2        (More) 8/7/2015
 YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING (Free Verse) ladydp2000        (More) 8/7/2015
 In these moments notebook        (More) 8/6/2015
 Someone we know adreamer2        (More) 8/5/2015
 Softness of love Starlight1        (More) 8/5/2015
 My Lady notebook        (More) 8/2/2015

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When Love Dances


Although you're freed you still love me deep down
Where flesh might command heart change with each sigh
And forget the ties that through touch one's bound
While words with wings beautify earth and sky.
Oh why does pleasured flesh wane - become mean
And our words dance and claim much more success?
If I found answers how flesh and heart team
Where both speak poetry never to cease
Only bind with silken threads quite lightly
And teach flesh to fly high like words with wings
Would you chance flesh to flesh never to flee
If my flesh proves poetry, if your flesh sings?
Those who've lost faith that heart and flesh can last
Should think young again and forget their past.


Through sweet Song's tender mind and body moved
From words' music, and music's true voice swooned
For Song sang bringing delight - felt much loved,
Could hear breathing, could sense smiles - miss would wound.
Mention made of love's symbols famed for melting,
Tears brought when lonely, tears brought of happiness.
Through sweet Songs tender mind and body wing
My way where eagles fly, love's my high nest.
Through sweet Song's tender mind and body write
Words mused of wonder to my mind and blood,
Red in my eyes, red in my hands, Red Knight
Show, the last not least the power of love's flood.
Through sweet Song's tender mind and body moved,
For Song sang bringing delight - felt much loved.


One Voice there is and that's of deep deep love;
Seas look small, mountains send rivers trickles
Compared to the mighty voice humans move
Despite many tiny whispers - heart fools.
Hear deep, deep love with sweetest, finest voice
Cross seas and mountains making them look small
In poetry - age to age will long rejoice.
No song nor music mused could so enthrall;
My ear craves, my mind dwells upon - my heart lives!
Seas' roars subside, mountains erode away
But my love's voice singing sweetly survives.
Listen! thousands of my libraried poems say.
One Voice there is to me - deep, deep love,
Heard in libraries too in Heaven above.


My closed eyes see darkest night with frail light
Lighting your nude form swimming towards me.
In my mind I'm king and will dark warmed night
From every soft and rounded part I see.
Your beauty becomes my kingdom - I'm pleased.
Closed eyes see darkest night with frail light dim
Fall on every full curve and my sight's siezed.
How can but the poet in me pen a poem
To make you live forever in men's eyes
And hope in your dark room you'll enthrone me
To pour out poetry not perused love-wise
In all the written word's long history.
My closed eyes see darkest night with light frail -
As king of my mind your beauty I hail.


Come to me out of compulsion some full moon,
Fight against coming but come just the same,
Come with suntanned skin and whistling a tune,
Know eyes will sweep every part of your frame,
Know I love you, no one can love you more,
Dream sweet dreams, lets wake up in Paradise
Where souls meet, kiss, love whether rich or poor;
Make me have the most thirsting longing eyes.
There poetry is read by the passionate,
The passionate envy the poet's wild pulse,
All will envy our poets' Paradise date -
Kick off your shoes and lets begin to waltz.
Come to me out of compulsion next full moon -
Fight the urge, for if you come sleep we'll ruin!


'Twas an evil game of Snakes and Ladders
Where the Wizard threw six sixes in a row
Calling for each six as though in control?
No! The Maker of the Universe spoke
To show that our wills can move matter
In a church hall or anywhere at all.
A foreign concept to Church but not God.
To where can a Wizard Poet go with this
Moving matter in the name of Love for Love?
He can will his words to convey Love's Beauty -
Will millions feel such Beauty in his words;
Not for book sales but rather reader pleasure.
The act of willing all poets should use well
Where Love is strongly willed to be revealed.


The Poet became a Wizard when poems paused
In winning the Goddess' complete embrace,
Where heart love was won, full pleasure denied
And all the power of words persuaded not
Unless methods not of true love were used
So as Wizard he chanted with incense
Hoping magic might bend her will his way
To realize love making under spells
Lacked will willed by consent and nothing willed
And half hearted love was half all treasures
Which foolish wizards only wished for spells -
The Wizard's more impotent than the Poet?
No! a new form of wizardry he'll devise
To make him her choice exceedingly wise!


The crowned Prince of her poetry plied great art
And won (Oh Spirit of Love) his Sun Queen.
At this, blood rushed to her cheeks from her heart;
Flushed beauty astounds all those who have seen
Before pale her look penning her loved book.
She sees and trembles with delight, the full moon
Knowing that night at the moon's fullness he'll look
Since moon's silver and gold will mingle soon.
The Prince steps forward passport in his hand
Leaving all behind him for his Queen's world,
To gain beauty, sharp mind, kindness, new land -
Romance, excitement, GREAT LOVE - all unfurled.
The crowned Prince of her poetry plied great art;
Can't wait for when from his shores he can depart!


Watch not the white butterfly flit softly
Free to flutter everywhere with light thoughts;
View not Venus visiting millions gently
With lovely glamorous smiles of royal courts;
Gaze not on golden elm's Autumnal gold
Whose rich leaves carpet lovers' favourite play
For when my Princess appears with love bold
Tattered white butterflies die with the day,
Venus knows not morning or evening star
Is her - has lost lustre in indecision -
Golden elm leaves turn brown to love's fun marr;
Ghostly butterflies, star and tree look on
The Princess in dazzling white who smiles brightly
Her soft gold eyes loans sweet life to these three.


What spirit playing river sports lures poets
While moonlight to approach her with interest?
'Tis she! - appears near naked, the poet dotes.
With grace beckons enter warm water's rest;
Mimicking things becomes the game we play
Increasing the skill, smiling with each try
Forming future bonding for more some day;
Ever gleaming, ever friendly, and why?
Love of water, love's antics, love's spirit
Was at play, eyes gazing, lips pouting too.
Glad my love spirit in my poetry felt merit
To come from remote chance to dance and woo.
What beckoning spirit visits my river?
None other than New Love! - stay forever?


Listen! Here's something that's most uncommon
(Silence Envy, attend closely with awe)
Forever I'll be loved by my woman
Beautiful, witty, friend and advisor.
Not turned by rumour - but yes! by passion;
No over filled pride, never folly's child,
Same portions of humour and compassion;
Her sensible soft melancholy's mild.
To the grave she would nurse me though I've sinned.
'Has she no faults then?' says Envy firmly.
Yes her head by praise by the world's not turned
But worse, she loves me too much, too warmly!
Listen! Here's something that's most uncommon -
Poetry's my love yet love she can summon.


Let all the words I've ever said in love
Visit you tonight with gifts of smiling
By your bed and may special thoughts you move
With deep emotions like kisses can bring.
Oh may laughter like the kookaburra
Surprise and delight for love and laughter
Rightfully embrace making life better.
Hear my laughter - hear yours and mine after.
As you're in your bed tonight, I in mine,
Think of all the ways we could ourselves warm.
Let all the words I've ever said, and wine
Fill your mind, your soul, and feel kissed till dawn!
Yes, wish the words I've ever said to you
Would sparkle in your dreams tonight - I do!


My hand does not persuade me I'm older
That holds the pen writing poetry to you.
As words weave women can see I'm younger,
They would love to be the secret, it's true.
Until we meet in Heaven or on Earth
My soul must greet you lovingly daily
Or die each moment striving for life's worth.
Your beauty in my heart - flowerets lovely -
Cascades with nature's signs telling life's grand.
Head resting on your breast how time can rush.
Every atom of me dances steps planned
For youth's vigour meant for behind the bush.
Growing younger every word I write
Your poesy shows me you have the same plight.

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