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A Subtle DanceDusk falls with burgundy tears,
the glimmering of old chandeliers.
Frost collides with mercury light,
setting the scene of the night.

Amour is expressed within a song,
a ballad to move our bodies along.
The sensation of a silken gown
twirls with the sonorous sound.

A hint of perfection in your eyes
embraces the world in gentle sighs,
as fragments of ice melt into lace,
and velvet roses slip into place.

Another second of endless desire
envelops our hearts in silver fire.
A winter solstice oh so blessed,
a moment to never be repressed.
KitesSilent tyrant of the sky
Mind your obscure earthly string,
Though you accrue heaven's eye
Look oh rook, on what you cling.

Betwixt, unfixed the prairie cloud,
Above in love your brethren sing,
In gleam, they dream as diamonds proud
Which gown his crown; the golden king.

Chase the grace of cosmic joy,
Wild that child of crimson lust,
Rave, yet save his fury's toy;
Mirth in birth in truth is trust.

In time, to climb the sail does pine,
Despite its flight, or ambits crossed;
Uncrossed, now tossed, your cords entwine
And all the squall in bond is lost.
How the Phelps Failed His MissionEveryone
In the U.S.
Were a glad lot…

But the Phelps
Who lived in eastern Kansas,
Was NOT!

The Phelps loathed gays! The gay population!
Now, please don’t ask why. There is just speculation.
He might have seen them as a social deviance.
It could be he had a gay experience.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that bitter hate had consumed him all.

But,
Whatever the reason,
The past or his hate,
He stood in his Kansas home, very irate.
Staring down from his sofa, with a sour, Phelps glare
At the love and tolerance that lighted the air.
For he knew every person in the country there
Was living and let live
Our Single DropThe raindrops patter on the back porch pane
To leave soft streams in their wake.
Rivulets so reminiscent run down,
Rivulets that some forsake.

As they race along the long glass window,
They can't see what they expend.
They travel the distance with fervid speed,
Though they wish not for its end.

They twist and turn on this short-lived path,
Never staying straight for long.
And while some will fade only halfway through,
Other raindrops will hold strong.

A tranquil puddle at the bottom forms
As the drops begin to pool.
I dip my hand in the miniature bath
And am woken with the cool.

It jolts nearly every sense alive;
I breathe deep to take it
Sight Beyond SightAye. I've seen her before
Skulking around the dim-dusty
Bookstores and empty coffee houses.
I've seen her before.

Her skin is mottled
Freckled and speckled with acne
And a poor self image.
Her teeth are off white
Like her arms, tanned from
Rolled up sleeves, freckly
And dusted with down.

Her eyes are fierce shining
A determined pout on her face.
She is beautiful in her own way.
Whiterose is an illusion,
A forgettable fantasy.
This is the true face of love.
A Small Cafe at MidnightA small cafe at midnight
is not where I should be,
dozing off in my seat
and drinking sugary coffee.

"Is this seat taken?" I hear,
and I glance up to see
the gorgeous face of a young woman.
She wants to sit with me?!

Dark brown curls are cascading
down her shoulders and back,
and her bright blue eyes shine
with the light that this place lacks.

"Go ahead and sit," I say,
but I am still confused.
Why would she sit here
with a guy like me? I muse.

A cup of coffee in her hand,
she smiles a tiny grin.
I gaze along with wonder
at her hair, her eyes, her skin...

This girl is truly perfect,
so why is she with me?
She's even talking and smiling;
If I Could Take Your TearsIf I could say 'I love you'
If your heart were free
If you could see beyond blue
Then maybe you'd see me
But life and love are tangled
Hearts weave complex webs
Broken dreams are cradled
And live inside our heads
So from afar I watch you
Love silent in my heart
Unspoken words a virtue
Though they echo in the dark
Your laugh and smile I treasure
Your kindly words I'l store
And in innocence find pleasure
Sweet soul that I adore
And if perchance you see me
Discern the love I hide
Would rising passion free thee
To sail on sweeter tides?
Lipsss
I found myself quiet a few times
Discovering your picture with my fingertips
And everytime without knowing
My finger stopped at your beautiful lips
Like perfectly crafted rubies
They are red, pure and glassy
Placed togather in a form of smile
Full of life and intents, sassy
Like your face is an vast ocean
Long lost were the two ships
Meant to meet at a certain point
In the form of your cherry lips
Like I was in a hot, dry desert
Dying of thirst, without water
But I found the red oasis
And I drank from your lips, the nectar
Like red the color of love
Affiliation, affection and compassion
Red the color of danger and warning
But its hard to r
First dateI won't say goodnight,
I won't say goodbye,
I'll kiss you once more and remember your sigh.
Your taste and your touch will imbed in my mind,
mixed with words that you shared which were touching and kind.
From the way that you moved or reached out for my hand,
to how making the simplest of things feel so grand.
Yes this date lit my heart just as bright as the moon
but I won't say goodnight I'll just say "see you soon".
Four A.M. Thoughts of YouThe clock read four A.M. in the morning,
And soon the sun will be adorning
The sky with the cheerful rays of its dawning
But I'm not even yawning.

I find myself with nothing to do
But feed myself with thoughts of you;
Replaying memories both old and new
As the sky took on a lighter hue.

The sky was suddenly set ablaze,
Clawing me from my dreamy haze
Into the daily morning craze—
Isn't life a never-ending maze?
Fingerprints of Simple LoveLingering…
Whispering that it was there,
It was real,
It was not a dream.
Electrified with the memory,
But calm,
So calm and serene,
Meaningful and simple.
The fingerprints of care and love.
Laying on my skin…

On my Cheeks,
My neck,
My forehead,
My hands..
The prints of your kisses,
Your sweet and innocent little kisses.
Our SheetsSoft kisses under sheets
where skin and warmth meets.
Relaxed inside and out to reach
from head, to the toes on my feet.

Quick glances and long stares,
neither of us wanting to go anywhere.
Perfectly happy staying right there.
What’s outside? To look we don’t dare.

You exhale and I breathe in
warm air, life of a friend.
Better than anywhere we’ve ever been.
Under sheets the light stays dim.

Lip to lip, just barely a flutter to me.
Sweet, warm and light instantly
seared to my heart like a memory.
Nothing could happen more perfectly.

Heartbeats soothe us to sleep.
Rhythmic secrets we swore to keep.
It’s easy when you
Lunar LoveThe Lunar Eye plays peeping tom
To the poet pair that sit below
And the stars are buried by their glow
Which lingers till the girl is gone
He sits while she talks on and on
And never thinks to stop her voice
Alone among all men he is her choice
To while away the time and share birdsong.

In sleeping time, by small degrees
His flaws become all that she sees
And his love cannot go so far
Her eyes wander to what pleases
Her form, she mocks and leaves
And his sallow soul is sinking like a star.
CloserBreath on my neck,
Cheek against mine,
Lips on my shoulder,
A shiver down my spine.

Arms around bodies,
That beg to be close.
Lips that don’t touch,
But are closer than most.

Just on the edge,
Of more than mere friends,
Walking the line,
Praying it never ends.

Holding each other,
And feeling at home,
Before letting go,
And going home all alone.
DifferencesHe holds my hand
From across the bed,
While your memory whispers,
In my ear.
You are a ghost,
Inside my head,
But him...
He's really here.

He does not say a word,
But actions make their promises.
You speak in strings of verb and noun,
No truth among the sound.
He waits so patiently,
His heart it walks the premises.
Your memory pounds at the door,
Much less than honor bound.

He presses lips into a line,
Keeping the anger within.
You press your lips up to mine,
Pouring all your hatred in.
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It Was DoneHe breathed His last in pain, and it was done:
His blood poured down in loving sacrifice.
Truly this man was the Christ, God's son!

His senses He would not consent to stun
With wine that had been laced with gall and spice:
He breathed His last in pain, and it was done.

There was no pain He did not know, not one:
The lash, the mocking word, denial thrice.
Truly this man was the Christ, God's son!

The darkness now in sorrow veiled the sun,
The earth shook as it offered all its vice.
He breathed His last in pain, and it was done.

Thus said the gory, awed centurion
Who placed Him on Rome's cruelest death device:
"Truly this man was
The Weak to Shame the StrongWhere is the thinker of this age?
The great philosopher?
Where is your wisdom now, O sage?
What hope can it assure?

Now speak, O image, iron wrought,
O idol, carved from wood!
You tarnish and dissolve to rot
As manmade objects would.

And would all mysteries be solved
If logic made all known?
The one word--why--would be unsolved:
Life's meaning still unknown.

Your works of good weigh not on scales,
This is no balance beam.
Your heart, not fully pure, still fails
The moral law supreme.

The strength of heroes of renown
Has rotted into bones.
Those clever minds that once bore crowns
Are cold and dead as stones.

But Him who liv
Faith from Higher LoveHaply I think on thee, and then my state
Feels light with burdens fresh removed.
To cling and pine, I know, is sin at wait
To lead me to my own will unapproved.
Those passions and affections entertained
Are now but memories of sacrifice,
For love in purest state has never waned,
But grown instead, refined to purity precise.
The man who should abide in Christ
Will crucify the old, and live anew
In salvation that will, and has sufficed
For us in faith, and hope, and love imbue.
For God's sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
And gives me flight upon the eagle's wings.
Faith from GraceI all alone beweep my outcast state,
Which manifests itself in introspect.
Such tribulation carries too much weight
Of guilt from past depravity unchecked.
Like specters wand'ring lightly without aim,
So lurk do I about Your face's sight.
Unworthy me, to even say Your name
Is action I could never earn the right.
And yet my struggles are so very small;
Those ancient tests of Abraham's or Job's
Would crush my soul completely, all in all.
But God knows, for our hearts He ever probes
And gives us just as we could ever bear,
So we could grow to weather through despair.
Faith From DisciplineWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I found myself, I turned to none but you
For comfort shod not with a glazed disguise
Of hopes filled full with sentiments untrue.
Sometimes my actions disappointed you,
But your petitions carried to my heart.
For self-advancement asks that friends be true;
From broken ego does a man's growth start.
Too true this was, I found this awful fact
That grace drips painful from the will of God:
As He may add, the same He would subtract
With love invisible that moves the rod.
The prayer then is to be rich in hope
And live in light, inspired by faithful scope.
The Ballad of MulanThe sound of weaving, woman's chore--
Mulan weaves on before the door.
But now the shuttle's noise is drowned
By Daughter Mulan's sighing sound.

"Who, my girl, is in your thought?
What memory has your mind caught?"
"No one is in Mulan's thought,
No memory has Mulan caught.

The night before, I saw the post
The Khan sent out to build his host.
In scrolls of twelve did they proclaim
The characters of Father's name.

But Father has no eldest son,
And Brother's not the eldest one.
So I shall buy a saddled horse
To take his place among the force."

Now to the East for valiant steed!
Now to the West for saddle's need!
Now to the South to take the

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In the Rose Garden

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Late
at
night,
her
body
pressed
against
mine
like
a
sonnet
penned
on
paper.
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My first attempt at a word sonnet (I will post a tutorial soon). Perhaps the closest I've attempted to free verse.

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