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adventure, allegory, analogy, death, destiny, dream, philosophy,
your time is near,
be part of it.
Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
Nature's final notion.
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.
Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.
So sleep little droplet,
how sweet the dew.
To love it and live it
and to start anew.
Where dawn is born and clouds are spun
To clothe the sky in golden lace,
The sea ignites as currents chase
Soft morning light that's just begun
To wake our love, caught in the sun.
a tender touch ignites romance
fluttering flames create love dance
gentle caresses, tasting bliss,
intoxicates juice of sweet kiss
as hearts entwine, hypnotic trance.
*For Andrea's Catch Phrase, Dazzle Me Contest.
*Dec. 22, 2012.
I wish you love my valentine
I wish once more that you were mine
Gone are the days when you did care
Gone is the love that we once shared
For you I pine sweet Valentine...
She stood there on the balcony
watching him riding off to war
her heart was full of mutiny
crushed she held onto the bar
there would be no matrimony
Juliet was full of acrimony
hating the powerful Tsar
far away the cacophony
the sound of the battle of war
drifting up to the balcony
Juliet waited for his pony
hearing distantly his sitar
his voice singing songs so corny
she ran to him down the sandbar
now there could be matrimony
my first Quintella I hope I got the form right
love, tree, tree,
You did move Cupid's
By what vile means or flip of
To strike my heart a
And bid this painful ulcer
Like bird from tree to tree I
To skip the toil within your
And maybe find a potent cure
To life of fish before a lure.
If only you would hear my
And drain this magic out of
I'd grab a trident and a
And be to you a vengeful
They say you smuggled
By food or drink to slave
And force me play this
Of dog to its own mother
Cheryl Koko Koomoa
anger, desire, first love, heart, love,
Dreaming of Him.....
Lulled into peaceful dreams
Lightly wafting loves sweet schemes
As a feather flits upon silken breeze
Passion's flight, he owns the keys
Lips melded in desire
lighting hearts and souls on fire
fully ripe, and velvet to touch
receives the love she wants so much
He wants to take her there
with passions strong and love so fair
Abandoned now to his embraces
Satiated secret places
Before the dawn of first sunlight
Fearing so, her lover's flight
Upon her pillow.. one special red rose
To remind her of the love she knows
By Cheryl Koomoa
© 2009 Cheryl Koomoa (All rights reserved)
We like for Nanny to make us PBJ
And minto cheese samiches....ummm
She cuts off the edges, they just go away
She even gives baby bubba some
I love my Nanny more every day
© Mar 30 2010
life, lost love, social
You said your, heart and love, was mine.
I know now, that was just a line.
Since you stole my adorations,
Along with all my possessions,
From now on, you are known as swine.
angel, beauty, girl, me,
You may not love me that's okay
A Taste of you would make my day
Others will never know this bliss
You bless me with an angel kiss
Then swiftly turn and fly away
A Catch-Phrase Dazzeler Poetry Contest
1st attempt at a Quintella
Her bright face perfect here floating
Always thru the window darkling
Face to face like true friend would
My troubles by her understood
Around me constantly, unchanging.
Sometimes lost in daylight loud
Or soft light dimmed with viewless cloud
Companion with me as I move
Never did her love remove
Strength in my dark, never bowed.
fear, leaving, light, sad, sky, soldier, war,
Soar over black earth birds won’t dare,
But flocks of bullets streak the air.
When rains on spring horizons loom,
Wreaths of shrapnel shall be in bloom.
Where I’m going, gods shall despair.
Wraiths of smoke will usurp the sky,
Mottle light where clouds nestled high,
Clods feud-flung into vaulting flights,
Soil memories of long-gone kites,
Smear winds by dandelions plied.
Where blood and sympathy are shed,
And in vain love with hatred pled,
I’ll serve a purpose no one knows,
When we march beneath burning coals
By a long patchwork sunset bled.
life, religion, creation, day,
The new creation is innocent
In him we find no recent
He is free in heart
Freely he gives the lord space to act.
The new creation is humble
In him no traces was found that cause trouble
He loves his new love
The incomparable love from above.
The new creation longs for Christ
In him we found no strength
He takes no step all by himself
For in his weakness, Christ’s strength surfaces.
The new breed is new indeed
No past to review silently or aloud
He experiences Christ ‘s justification
…to be renew day after day until perfection.
The tear-drops fall off her nose,
when she finds herself alone,
She cries out where nobody goes,
her feelings remain unknown.
But her wet eyes tell me a story,
of being in solitude and pain;
I can read her eyes, and memory,
glares inside again and again.
Never shows the scars of her past,
hidden under the thin clothes;
The ?artificial smiles often overcast,
her pains that nobody knows.
But do not think that she's happy,
just look again into her eyes;
Broken to pieces, looks so snappy,
she's now a master of disguise.
desire, joy, love, night,
You are my joy, my Valentine,
my nightly star shining so bright,
you are the dream, forever shine,
oh, precious dream, my shining light,
my sweet divine throughout the night.
Angelic grace, I love you, dear,
my river flows into your core,
love grows stronger from year to year,
I am with the one I adore,
as together we walk love's shore.
I can't believe...how hard I've tried
How far, I've come...to be denied
One hundred miles, I rode that train
Upon those tracks, in pouring rain
I could not cork my tears; I cried
Five Word Challenge
Sponsor: Beth Evans
appreciation, christian, devotion, faith, god, jesus, spiritual,
God, the voice of Scriptures’ command
Moves my service* with love-demand
Along His mercy’s prodding drive
For me to do my best and strive
*Ephesians 6:7 With good will doing service, as to the Lord…
May 30, 2019
It is a week before Christmas,
And I recline in my desk blue chair;
Bursting with words
That matter to you,
And hoping that that’s very fair.
For I know that you have your moods, too,
I hope that your girlfriend (or “boy--”) cares
And gives you the gift
That speaks “I Do,”
Then away flies your “Life is unfair!”
Where kisses are free, and you save one for me,
I’d love to taste some of that honey,
Then Christmas would be sweet,
And the sun for you peek,
I’ll remember then it’s not all about money.