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White Beach Sand
 


1.

Eyes envy white beach sand that clings you blind
And speechless fingers moan how waves tongue you -
Tongue would dearly love to taste your sweet mind
But sea salt in your hair would surely do.
Let me shower first, away all salt and sand
So that all yours I can wear to comfort
Eyes, fingers and tongue as despair's their land
And invite them to feast fully not for naught
Away from hot sun and cool sea air
On a bed of roses from cool to hot
Refreshed from the beach to work and compare
Each one's great delight, where's darkness, where's not.
Eyes, fingers and tongue and other members
Not blind nor dumb bet everyone remembers!

2.

Lady of Love, look dear looks, miss not swoons
Your lips sweet, speak of kisses yet to come.
Though my lips tell this body 'twill be moons
Thinking lips kissing makes mind weak for some
So lovely lady no sour smiles linger
Rather lips live fuller lives while ripening
And ponder equal sweets, equal ginger
Elsewhere, some walk from lips, with much running.
One should be sad with dilly dally
Yet I grow not impatient for I grow -
Filled with sweet love, sweetness of land and sea -
Sweetness of life swamps my poet wish to know.
Lady of Love, look dear looks, my wink's sad
But in poet's play for far from sad's this lad.

3.

If your love could knock on my door tonight,
Knowing no better spirit wings nor sighs
And the praise of my lips spends all their might
To capture the pure beauty that resides
Then kisses would waste no words tongue kissing -
Their poetry would surpass that of my hands
Yet still they'd fail to better hearts beating
Love's wonderful melody soul commands.
If your love could knock on my door tonight,
Eyes would dance, feet would touch lightly and well,
Smiles would make sounds, arms would ring circles-quiet
And pen with life of its own in love would dwell.
Thrive would love, never to leave such splendour
And poetry would never pause while sleep's poor.

4.

What of her wisdom without her? dead thought
There where the soul should thrive, grow to full moon.
Her talent without her? night would be wraught
Where the good moon's gone and not to rise soon.
Her foot steps without her? beauty missing,
Bare feet that state freedom, comfort beat mould,
That grass and paths love pretty toes kissing
And moonlight would give away fullness bold
To play with them with poesy with the night.
What of the heart without her? Love would cry,
My poetry would die, words would wither white
And my heart would return to rivers dry.
But strong are good hearts with the moon's full will
To never be without light and love still.

5.

How carefully I watched your lips say nothing,
Each zero shape meant everything required,
That heard makes dumb mighty men who boasts bring
Who would promise lies while they're circle fired
But you're a six zeroed number heart-wise,
A number to count before sleep not sheep
Princess with lips that perfect pleasure's cries,
Sought after by the loveless and love-deep;
That your lips are free you please firmly locked
Save where you love and open doors to floods
Between the banks of my river, love shocked -
Washing away pain, wiping clear all muds.
You'll never be stolen though looters tell
Of tricks they'll use so in your heart they'll dwell.

6.

Be not troubled when wished we were elsewhere,
On beaches of the world, bathing, baking
Seeming I'm bored - No! I'm dreaming - Beware!
We'll go there before we're famous, hiding
For great love, great talent must famous be!
But to dream away the moment of worth
Truly would be foolish - please chastise me.
To waste moments changing our place on earth
May be romantic but your eyes must win
Over every place on our planet plain.
Forgive me that I've dreams given by sin
Watching your hair, your womanhood - please blame.
Be not troubled when wished we were elsewhere -
The magic moment wasted will be rare.

7.

Lady of Love, look dear looks, miss not swoons
Your lips sweet, speak of kisses yet to come.
Though my lips tell this body 'twill be moons
Thinking lips kissing makes mind weak for some
So lovely lady no sour smiles linger
Rather lips live fuller lives while ripening
And ponder equal sweets, equal ginger
Elsewhere, some walk from lips, with much running.
One should be sad with dilly dally
Yet I grow not impatient for I grow -
Filled with sweet love, sweetness of land and sea -
Sweetness of life swamps my poet wish to know.
Lady of Love, look dear looks, my wink's sad
But in poet's play for far from sad's this lad.

8.

The Princess did not look his way yet did,
The Owl watched her sweet hand reach out for him
And the scented air between the two bid
Love overcome the spell preventing them
From a lover's union they so longed for.
The princess glanced his way and gave a smile,
The Owl made sounds that thrilled the night and more.
This he did best and feared his dear owl style
Outshone any prince, broken spell he'd be.
The Princess loved the owl but love plagued her,
Though thrilled to the Owl's love-like poesy
So the Princess reaches, the Owl winks at her.
Laugh not, pity not the Princess nor the Owl -
Such spells allow love in the here and now.

9.

Our words make love where some their words cross swords
And with your phrase, my phrase linked not left lone
They sin in wonderful ways, strike same chords
And lace speech patterns with wine's carefree tone.
Why shouldn't teasing lighten to then heighten
Without cruel undercut, the bond that builds?
Why should our silence speak so to offend?
Sweet nothings are well known love talk not shields.
Our words make love, no hidden thrusts, all smiles -
My phrase then your phrase, then my phrase chasing
Play with our lips, sparkle our eyes - no guiles;
Pure pleasures prolonged, colour our thinking.
As our words make love, bodies don't play dumb -
Most parts of me profess they're overcome.

10.

Be my love my dear? and I'll be yours too,
Heart not lent, rather given with growth's might
To last, to be the last heart you will woo
Though the same heart, the same party loved heights.
Send me a lock of your hair is my dare
That this wizard-poet can cast spells of love
To hasten the union, hasten the tear
Away from earthly poor love with pain's shove.
Send me a kiss with sweet bliss on the day
That a poem in a daze I write showing
How a love kiss prevents war and dismay,
How a love kiss sets the heart-true singing.
Be my love my dear? and I'll be yours too,
Heart not lent but given to make past lives new.

11.

If suitors knew that LOVE you truly are,
Love that makes the heavens dull, Hate seem weak
Then thousands more would dangle their night star,
Send gifts, rise to heights of poesy not meek.
If suitors have studied rich praise deeply
Or face to face have seen your radiance
They have missed their mission on earth sadly
If they've failed to court LOVE's forever chance
But that you are LOVE is in your bright eyes,
The words you speak, your soft touch, gestures grand
And in every line I write, like night skies;
Thousands more knights will come, though Hate would ban.
At first I cursed the suitors for LOVE loves all
But being most loved by HER I walk tall.

12.

The Princess did not look his way yet did,
The Owl watched her sweet hand reach out for him
And the scented air between the two bid
Love overcome the spell preventing them
From a lover's union they so longed for.
The princess glanced his way and gave a smile,
The Owl made sounds that thrilled the night and more.
This he did best and feared his dear owl style
Outshone any prince, broken spell he'd be.
The Princess loved the owl but love plagued her,
Though thrilled to the Owl's love-like poesy
So the Princess reaches, the Owl winks at her.
Laugh not, pity not the Princess nor the Owl -
Such spells allow love in the here and now.

By David A. Doolan

© 2019 David A. Doolan (All rights reserved)

 

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