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Love Poems About Summerland or Summerland Love Poems
by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: addiction, betrayal, death, life,

Back to The Summerland

BACK TO THE SUMMERLAND
What matters not, now past and put away,
your welcoming brings on another scheme
and here you make your plan, you can not stay
much longer than it takes to build a dream.

In this, the place where beauty binds all things,
forgotten is each pain, you've ever known,
and here, the Green of life, it always sings,
of life to be, from where all love is grown.

Until you get it right, you shall return,
back to your Summerland, where you can grow,
into a life from which we never learn,
because of learning things we never know.

Your understanding is your final breath
And life begins in what we think is death.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: death, destiny, dream, philosophy,

Back To Your Summerland

BACK TO YOUR SUMMERLAND
What matters not, now past and put away,
your welcoming brings on another scheme
and here you make your plan, you can not stay
much longer than it takes to build a dream.
In this, the place where beauty binds all things,
forgotten is each pain, you've ever known,
and here, the Green of life, it always sings,
of life to be, from where all love is grown.
Until you get it right, you shall return,
back to your Summerland, where you can grow,
into a life from which we never learn,
because of learning things we never know.
Your understanding is your final breath
And life begins in what we think is death.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa

by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: age, life, muse, star,

Back To Your Summerland

BACK TO YOUR SUMMERLAND
What matters not, now past and put away,
your welcoming brings on another scheme
and here you make your plan, you can not stay
much longer than it takes to build a dream.

In this, the place where beauty binds all things,
forgotten is each pain, you've ever known,
and here, the Green of life, it always sings,
of life to be, from where all love is grown.

Until you get it right, you shall return,
back to your Summerland, where you can grow,
into a life from which we never learn,
because of learning things we never know.

Your understanding is your final breath
And life begins in what we think is death.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: africa, death, hope,

Back to Your Summerland

BACK TO YOUR SUMMERLAND
What matters not, now past and put away,
your welcoming brings on another scheme
and here you make your plan, you can not stay
much longer than it takes to build a dream.

In this, the place where beauty binds all things,
forgotten is each pain, you've ever known,
and here, the Green of life, it always sings,
of life to be, from where all love is grown.

Until you get it right, you shall return,
back to your Summerland, where you can grow,
into a life from which we never learn,
because of learning things we never know.

Your understanding is your final breath
And life begins in what we think is death.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

by Dver Ki |
Categories: visionaryme,

Lost in the Garden

Your awkward memories,
Left my timeless garden empty;
Thus all the flowers of my love for you have wilted.
Only, your last single thought of me is left ,
And it is still floating around in the garden.
I see it is hiding behind the tree of life.
Come and rejoice with me until we return to the Summerland.

by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: dedicationme, me,

Beloved

The love you gave me like golden sunshine;
You kept me safe and taught me ways divine,
My rock when only darkness felt like mine
I pray my hand is still held within thine.
Those days, beloved, when I feel all alone
My eyes can’t see; inside my heart it’s known
You have not left me to be on my own
Yet still I wish to hear you on the phone
And while you lie in omnificent grace
I feel a wayward tear touching my face
Beloved I long to reach out for your hand 
Once more beside me where e’er I stand
But I must journey on at life’s command
Until we meet again in the Summerland






Dedicated to my Nan ***

by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, art, black african american, death, dedication, faith, friendship, life, life,

BACK TO YOUR SUMMERLAND

BACK TO YOUR SUMMERLAND
What matters not, now past and put away,
your welcoming brings on another scheme
and here you make your plan, you can not stay
much longer than it takes to build a dream.

In this, the place where beauty binds all things,
forgotten is each pain, you've ever known,
and here, the Green of life, it always sings,
of life to be, from where all love is grown.

Until you get it right, you shall return,
back to your Summerland, where you can grow,
into a life from which we never learn,
because of learning things we never know.

Your understanding is your final breath
And life begins in what we think is death.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa