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Illinois Lori
26 November 2005
There was beauty in her eyes
and a smile waiting to be kissed
Her land of heaven
Illinois with a twist
Her rock - her gratitude
her wonder and of each day
This place she kept
her tears at bay
There was beauty in her eyes
and glory in her heart to see
For what was to feel
of a gentle embrace to be
Gather in your heart
and the sun with shine
Reach out to touch the weather
and out looking from inside will be fine
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An Occassional Reminder
26 November 2005
I love you darling
I love you true
I love your beauty
I indeed love you
Summer in winter
happiness to a rainy day
I love you darling
I really do love you
in every way
For love was that of fondness
to friend - brother - sister
lover or child born in birth
I love you darling
because you are
gold - treasure and worth
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Her Heart Goes On
26 November 2005
To those of serious erotic sounds
this sensuality to bring verse to stage
A true triumph of carbon to granite
like Cavemen of old etching cold embers to rock
Upon creation left for centuries to remain
this reminder of every tomorrow since day
The same sunlight under a moon of escape
such music of laughter never bitter to hear
An antipodal controversy in elements of virtue
to that of celibate limbs in grandeur
Constipated by frustration
she was one left alone
Unable to respond
for her feelings were trapped
Cast into an abyss of unknown
a woman foreboding from inside
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| Nov 26, 2005 @ 7:20 AM |
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Truth in Vision
01 September 2005
Do we tell our friends lies
or sight to them a vision of truth
Like it was what lays beneath the surface
is trust - honor - respect - and heavenly proof
We two can shine like the
sun reflecting off the moon
But in any relationship
lies sure do have no room
For one day a haunting
they will go in being made
And that love or desire will
in all of certainty of all doubt fade
Do we tell lies to protect another
maybe this is what we can do
Because in reality at times
this would be for many - all but true
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| Nov 26, 2005 @ 10:26 PM |
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Encrusted Tears
24 November 2005
Upon her face
were real tears to weep
Her knight also weary
in day to sleep
The cross fading to the wind
a metaphor blocked in fold
Did he think she was a child
or was there more to tender told
A forgiveness - something misunderstood
his kiss in poetic verse upon her check
This mountain together they had clambered
but that of a silent tree of holiness upon its peak
Berries of fruit - acorn to the oak
heavenly wonder angelica to contain
Her tears so real to upon her face
be there dry and encrusted to remain
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| Nov 27, 2005 @ 12:15 AM |
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Hazel Eyes of Rockford
27 November 2005
Hazel eyes of splendor
hazel eyes of blue
hazel eyes of green
these colors of you
Sweetness to smile
beauty dressed in red
Hazel eyes of specter
hazel eyes of two
Your beautiful eyes
reaching out to see
Across a universe
of places to be
Eyes of love
eyes of sorrow too
There hazel eyes
smiling back of you
Founded in 1834 by Germanicus Kent, Rockford, Illinois, USA on the Rock River was originally known as the village of Midway because it was approximately midway between Kent’s home of Galena and the city of Chicago. When Germanicus Kent established a settlement on the west side of the Rock River and was joined by Daniel Shaw Haight, who established a town on the east side of the river.
These settlements became known as Kentville and Haightville, while the area continued to be recognized as Midway until 1837 when the founders and several members of their communities met in Chicago and officially changed Midway’s name to Rock Ford.
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| Nov 28, 2005 @ 7:25 PM |
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I’ll Always Love You
29 November 2005
Where were you
when the desire was present
Even if some of these moments
may be that of resent
To take a heart
and wrap it soft
Hoisted upon shoulder
this Daddy held you aloft
He might be gone
but you will always have him near
This Father of your own
captured within a heart so dear
Never give up what you will always have
even when they try to take that away
Because deep inside He will be there
this man of momentum you
see in memory each day
“Daddy’s Girl”
“Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father
which is in heaven is perfect.”
Matthew 5: 48 KJV
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| Nov 28, 2005 @ 10:12 PM |
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Crying Too Hard
29 November 2005
To try too hard
was to cry in bed
To walk each step
yet feel being lead
So hard to make a friend
but why would that need to be
All alone on an own-some
not with a friend close to see
Eyes clasped shut to hide the pain
trying too darn hard to contribute
This life of oneness as if there
was more in moment to compute
One heart beating
fast and then slow
For why was this a road to travel
God’s knows we don’t know
“I know that thou canst do every thing, and
that no thought can be withholden from thee.”
Job 42: 2 KJV
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| Dec 3, 2005 @ 8:10 PM |
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Judge and Jury
04 December 2005
Does a man judge a woman
by her outer looks
Her smile - her true beauty
matched with the colour of her eyes
Much the same as a woman
may reject a man for his outward appearance
Before taking the time to truly get to know
what can be found within his heart.
Do people really know
one another for who they are
To look beyond the outer to seek
what lays within the soul
Was it yesterday
or was it today
Maybe tomorrow
they would learn
“Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what
judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what
measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.”
Matthew 7: 1-2 KJV
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To Touch His Hand
08 December 2005
To reach out and take your hand
to walk in a street of your love
Where no man should hurt you
or withhold what you truly deserve
Let him be all you desire
allow him to be your friend
Tend to his guarded intimacy
for that of a muse to tranquillity
Do not ignore those consequences of love
because in you he would pamper to prosper
Did passion really have to hurt this much
a mother left with children to father
So much to give - her reason to live
this beauty to a speck of dust
Handsome to shoulders bare
take thy hand and walk with him
“And he touched her hand, and the fever left her:
and she arose, and ministered unto them.”
Matthew 8: 15 KJV
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Light of Utterance
11 December 2005
To a distant love
as thirteen enters the day
Not numbered in kind
but soon to become real
These months of nine
these weeks of many
All in good - happy and sad
Those nights you walked
in your sleep and others to ponder
A world a planet
each new sweater to weave
Your appellation embossed
as an epitaph upheld to desire
To this distant love
and your fortitude
‘Elle oh are eye’
In this light
in utterance of
‘elle oh vee eee’
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Winter Berries
08 December 2005
Her beauty was of tranquillity
her eyes were that of steel
Each day she did wander
to those places heaven made
While some would envoy her
others would find promise in her soul
Like a camera focused to her being
she would model her sacrilege well
Such utterances left to mature
upon a stability of higher anticipation
Outwardly an angel to flavour
sacrificed upon a cross to bare
Naked - left alone
her breasts captured to nature
Her Garden of Eden
those fruits she had yet to wear
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Image of Her Soul
13 December 2005
A man can love a woman so far away
He can look at her in image
With these words to say
His eyes focused upon her steer
That sunlight reflected from her soul
She told him - his words were beautiful
He returned to her in knowing
She was beautiful in view
The poet - his heart - her poetry
Twice in exposure picture fixed
A force of admiration both
Lips touching in metaphor
This was why - love held no bounds
While barriers prevented touch
Of these words of poetic flavour to taste
What of love to this life
his to her - neither and either to waste
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Last of the Poets
12 December 2005
Am I the last of the poets
because I have genes to bear
Down one trouser leg in length
all ready to discover
an all nighter in strength
Could this be a night to remember
a day of an eternity to fruit
For where was she to
roll over after and salute
This maiden of
motherhood
Her heart and mine
panting into
a rhythm of rhyme
Am I to be the
last poet to live
Of that in asking
for I have poet
genes to give
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My Rash Looks like Kazakhstan
27 December 2005
My rash looks like Kazakhstan
or was it just I was going insane
playing Russian Roulette
For who was it that took out
all the bullets and did not one forget
Life and death to behold
this battle of endangered kind
Going inane in losing
this focus upon my mind
My rash looks like Kazakhstan
because it was shaped like that
Must have caught something
maybe it was from that damn cat
Unable to take a shot in cure
because then my days would be done
Just looking for a bullet
since I only need one
“Be not rash with thy mouth, and let not thine heart be hasty
to utter any thing before God: for God is in heaven, and
thou upon earth: therefore let thy words be few.”
Ecclesiastes 5: 2 KJV
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A Mother's Heart
31 August 2005
Inside a mother's heart
were feelings to care
This childhood developed from within
nurtured each month to day bare
Of such loss
in stillness born
A whole lifetime
void to mourn
Her snowflake
a rose petal pressed in a book
Each day captured in pulse
as to in photograph look
Her child in death
unable to live
Her feeling all motherly
still in each moment time does give
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Days to Ponder of You
11 January 2006
Days to ponder
in knowing you were there
To miss her - but know
in thoughts they each share
Those Sundays
those Mondays too
On those occasions
to whisper “I love you”
Gone today
back Friday
Her heart in memory on a trip
please come home or hurry back quick
This woman of Ottawa
of where she was not born
May the sunshine
when Saturday does dawn
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven: A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of
war, and a time of peace. What profit hath he that worketh in
that wherein he laboureth?And also that every man should eat
and drink, and enjoy the good of his labour, it is the gift of God.”
Ecclesiastes 3: 1, 8-9, 13 KJV
“Nevertheless neither is the man without the woman,
neither the woman without the man, in the Lord.
For as the woman is of the man, even so is the
man also by the woman; but all things of God.”
1 Corinthians 11: 11-12 KJV
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Maiden Knight
27 December 2005
To hold her in bodies entangled
his sweat of flavour upon each breast
Of a whispering embrace endured
to a readiness to remember
Cast upon an abyss of pleasantries
escaping the void of passionless desire
Two hearts beating in rapid motion
as to a river in swift array
Eyes drifting to places never seen
while dreams were heaven to bliss
Tongues engulfing another
kisses less gentle to erotic being
Sheets embedded upon slithers of melting ice
this man and woman coupled in excitement
Her eyes succulent to drink his dew
moist upon sparkles of glittering hope
“Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall
cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. And they were
both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.”
Genesis 2: 24-25 KJV
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Incarnated Victory
08 January 2006
Love in waves of
compassion exposed
Bodies meshed in destination
of impiety radiating forward
With no care but to one another
in spirits related of accord
Coupled together in ways
of incarnation transposed
As passion erased any unwanted need
to salience ready to hold each other near
Their lips brought in unison of breath to share
across a slivery larva of intrepid lusting greed
This woman and man embraced in being
such memories of fire burning deep
Void in care about beaconing of sleep
for the fulfilment was from
sweltering sweat fleeing
Leaving embers of desire
she guided the way to her heart
The path of mercy toward depart
where her soul was victory on fire
“Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be,
ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations:”
1 Peter 1: 6 KJV
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