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Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick
dedication, on writing and words
His talent as a Bard explodes
From an exquisite mind it flows
Through an instrument of script
Flooding parchment reverberating
Through the psyche creating waves
Reaching the far ends of the universe
Words of truth deep sentiment flourish
Propelling legitimate personal emotions
Giving due praise to brave loyal and true
To God nature his love and fellow Bards and
The magnificent highlands he loves so well
Always uplifting inspiring and sharing
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With gratitude for reading commenting for
Being just who you are, The Highlander
allegory, allusion, character, conflict, devotion, feelings, hope, introspection, love,
Love is of itself an entity,
Never knowing when it's touch will be.
Hate appears, a sentiment as well.
Predators of love in consort dwell.
Cunning with intentions unrevealed.
Spiteful in its malice to conceal.
Speak the truth to know a friendship's birth,
Legacy of trust, proclaims your worth.
Time for all who live is all too brief.
Shun beguiling paths that lead to grief.
Look beyond impressions you assume.
Small the bud, so beautiful the bloom.
desire, devotion, love, romance, valentines day,
Darling, you are my gift, my treasured gold.
I braved pain once that our joy might reach crest,
So, now for said joy’s passion, answer bold
amour's question born from my heart’s own chest:
As love’s keen ache, will you crave me with zest?
No words trite on this sentiment may lay.
Just love words eloquent may our love say.
Such happy promise dances to please us
As Cupid’s quest quivers are aimed your way:
Will my bliss know your shot of lust, kissed thus?
... CayCay Jennings
January 15, 2017
'Tis true Francine... those lovers two...
On that Road to Kiloree...
Were to find a path quite new...
As love they found under oaken tree...
Yet theirs was naught but journey bright...
As your sentiment didst see...
Thus 'tis so must now I go...
Amidst those thoughts of yours...
To find my way to pen of day...
Those lovers we'll continue to know...
For yours the wish so found within...
Is goal of lofty worth...
And I? Indeed... shall be pressed to pen...
The why, the what, the when.
As small children we are wide eyed and innocent,
toddle after Mommy like baby elephants,
go to school to learn with our writing implement,
our parents hoping that we don't act indolent,
As teens upon graduation were confident,
some acting wild while others are reticent,
finding our jobs and falling in love relevant,
some marry while others act more dissident,
When we get old hopefully were still intimate,
thinking back on our lives with heartfelt sentiment,
being nice with people till death is imminent,
eulogy at funeral will be evidence.
I traipse across your page
dining on the inflection amid reflection
and amorous dalliance
diluting my soul ever so slowly
dipping my fingers into you
the scent of sentiment
I'm not like the bee, the butterflies
or the bear searching for honey
I'm a string
strung out for all to see
wrapping the bits around my finger
each loop a perfect memory
meant to last a lifetime
dip me in holy waters
cross my heart and kiss my sky
there's no fraying or temptation
just freedom in the feeling
I shall wander in your eye
flower, love, water,
Stillness seduces serenity
amid fresh blue sky reflection
an encapsulation of mind
romancing her through time
toes dipped in calming waters
filled with reds and greens
lotus, love, light
looking back to see
warmth played upon the skin
in more than a soothing touch
a kiss to the lips
notes of a symphony ringing
in orbs of hope and sentiment
laying down upon pillows of night
in the third hour
of the thirty-third minute
we stir, alive
cradling, arms of a lover
life slowly moving with tide
the breath of tomorrow awaits a whisper
the flower she sways in the moonlight
the lioness sleeps inside
addiction, cute love, dedication, devotion, funny love, love,
I love the sound of your voice
My heart sings when you speak
Turns into symphonies and orchestras
Of sweet melodious bliss
That when my ear tastes
My inner joy swells and abounds
Like a river in spate
Unfettered, deep, and resounding
Fresh as the medleys of life
That feed from infinite vastness
I love the sound of your voice
It is soft as doves, captivating and beautiful
Granted to hear now and ever after
Through morning, noon and night
Summer, winter and spring
Then I would gather each sentiment
Like lilies and toss
Each scent that is hope and peace
Upon the bed of my soul
Where the voice that I love to hear
Would come to me with angel kisses
And be my lullaby.
My lady has a passion like a lark
Her burning heart is made from a small spark
Immortality strikes what’s never lame
She’s never burnt by the eternal flame
My lover holds some joy here before me
In a sentiment unlike what we see
There’s solid power through her perfect skies
Opening amazement inside her eyes
Her love boils to the surface with bubbles
She plays a soft harp which in turn doubles
Secretly time has eloped through to her
A desire that’s unlike any other
A myriad purchased by her tenderness
Countless touches into my awareness
Lips to kiss away
a tear of a mighty man,
finger tips that track
the cheeks of his sentiment
hint’s of the love in his heart.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Every petal says "I love you"
in vibrant sunset orange
Some whisper "I adore you"
as each is plucked and torn
A hundred loving sonnets
Each petal pens amour
Dew drops drip with sentiment
Fragrant with ardor
The heart of every blossom
bursts with love divine
Poetic beats of passion
Each color a new rhyme
Blessed be such youthful zeal
Sweet bouquets a must,
Roses are the fleur du jour
while others gather dust.
MAKING HIM JEALOUS
Five lovers have I, nimble servants each
One comes to me in ardour where I teach
One comes in curiosity attired
And only leaves when senses all are fired
One comes in blossom with fidelity
He leaves behind a bird’s nest in my tree
One comes to worship at my body’s shrine
Leaves me devotion and a glass of wine
One comes to me without being capricious
Of all his charms I’m the most suspicious
Five faithful servants all do me adore
Until I am their servant, asking more –
I’m beggared but so rich in sex and sentiment
I’ll tax them all for this faithful flower meant.
published IN MEMORY OF HER Dublin 2008
Serenity in the island,
with varied inner introspections
so vivid and colorful,
that relationship occurs.
Smiles greet my day
as I wake up in the morning.
with handshakes during the mass,
a gesture of love;
with depth in human bonding.
Words accompany my day
as I leave the place
with wisdom and enthusiasm to say,
"See you later,"
a beautiful parting, a wish of ethical people.
I can mirror what's inside
the truth and one's sentiment
It's an act of reflection,
a landscape of imagination
that focuses on human dimension.
A riddle she could not decrypt,
He was; and t'was the reason why
To him, her Love she would not give.
Perhaps she would, someday, in time.
speaks in silence
volumes of the heart
for the giver
the warmth and eternal love
fresh in the morning dew
a rose presents
a blooming bud
of a glowing true love
absence, cry, desire, for him, loneliness, loss, love,
I can no longer suppress this deep loathing
That writhes and churns, flogs and smothers
Every loving and tender sentiment within
My sullen mind;
Once filled with vain gaiety and vain desire,
Isolation can make weak even the strongest souls,
But a noose to the neck will not ease this pain,
For Death denies such true repose.
Then tell me, how can I ever be at peace,
When alive the guilt kills me so?
birthday, friendship, silly,
June 15, 2016 8:40 pm in Michigan, USA
I had a SUPER busy day with family and FINALLY had time to write you a birthday sentiment!
Happy birthday to a special dear friend,
a lighthearted man whom I respect,
on your inspiration I must commend,
nothing less than the best I do expect.
My buddy through good times and bad,
gratitude for your loyalty and fun,
uplifting sentiments when I am sad,
to my sweet buddy, Silent One!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SILENT ONE!!!
MAY YOUR DAY BE FILLED WITH GRATITUDE AND JOY :)
Lots of love, Lullloooo
crush, cry, feelings, longing, love hurts, sad, sad love,
There is a method in your madness,
A vain and venal nature,
You possess and masquerade.
I wish you were a mere memory,
Not the vast, vertigo inducing
Sentiment, which mesmerizes me,
Which murders me.
Monsters, both of us, darling,
Vulnerable and villainous,
Muddling each other's feelings, thoughts.
What my mawkish heart could not bear,
Was your vice,
The way you misled me,
Matching the pain others had inflicted.
Marred by this,
I have lost my vivacity,
Vitiated by your change of mind.
When someone like Bob Simon dies.
It's quite appropriate that someone cries.
It's not enough to breath and sigh.
It's only right that I must cry.
My macho male sentiment.
Ends up with just a little dent.
For shock and sadness wins the hour.
And in my heart tears start to shower.
Some might say, gee'z, get a life.
But we all know that our world's rife.
With pain and sorrow of many kinds.
And it is love that the heart finds.
So rest in peace our dear Bob Simon.
I'll still be here with my rhymn'.
I know now that the streets are paved.
With memories of those lost engraved.
break up, discrimination, heartbreak, lost love, pain, poetry, sad love,
If this love was
sifted from the ashes of ruination;
conjured from marshes filled with polluted tears of the mournful;
dripping from the hearts of those who roam the streets of despair...
If it were unconventional,
and unworthy of a crown
because of its vile and putrid sentiment:
what would you call it then?
Dr. Upma A. Sharma
I am a red Rose
An ever fresh red Rose,
swaying to the tune of your love,
I am a true passion !
You mask my fragrance,
as I gladly accept,
I am a subtle sentiment !
Your very presence soothes,
and my fears placate,
I am a soft whorl of petals!
Thoughts of parting,
make me simmer and wither,
I am at peace, tranquil !
Love and passion invigorate,
Budding as a new flower,
I am a fresh red Rose !
Written May 6th, 2015
For Andrea's contest
"Red rose means love and passion "
7th place win
Nayda Ivette Negron
Oozes from the
Bloody heart chamber
With rose petals attar
True love stories quintessence
With plethora innervation
As an invisible arrow darts
Two souls with a feverish sentiment
devotionchristian, christian, love,
Heart essence perfect
One copy of Agape
Love’s own DNA
a·ga·pe [aa g? pay]
1. nonsexual love: love that is wholly selfless and spiritual
2. christianity Christian love: selfless love felt by Christians for their fellow human
3. christianity Christian communal meal: a communal meal held by a Christian
community, especially in early Christian times, in commemoration of the Last Supper
[Mid-17th century. < Greek agape "brotherly love"]
Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Sentiment is not easy to express,
You ought to be sensitive to empathy,
And put aside all apprehensions,
Be receptive to all positive vibes that radiate!
Keep aside self esteem and acrimony,
Be compassionate and susceptible to
Listen to the inkling and have patience,
Trust in the aura that prevails !
Feeling the love is like being diathetic,
It's a throb as often cut to the quick,
It's a harmony that sets every heartbeat,
Is like a deep wound that kisses the bone!
Emotions in tranquility, pure ecstasy,
Feeling the love is like feeling God !!
Written on 18/2/14
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
bird, blue, life, longing, mystery, nature,
A canvas high and felt traced tips
With background broad and tint azure
None posed in space with limbs being clipped
The sketch of liberty one saw
When pillars then in holes are tucked
Sore eyes in Gaya’s comfort seek
While plumes of sentiment are plucked
Love lingers on in love’s mystique
Time let the warble low to swoop
And beak like marble gloss to shine
Thoughts flicker on life’s endless stoep
In tandem with the sun that mimes
That morn when words and wheels are cleansed
Found true and veiled in mortal condensed.