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The Moment Before

I want to touch
the sharp taste
of the moment in between
the second just before
the place where
the breath catches
in anticipation.

It's the scent of heat held in the air
between two mouths
reaching for each other, hungry.
The shine of moisture on slightly parted lips
just before
it melts into
the wetness of the other.

It is the skin that tingles
waiting
fine hairs at attention
reaching
aching.
It is the places that have not yet been touched
but know they will be.
It is the smooth, quivering paleness
of the inner thigh
as the outer is stroked and kneaded.
The muscles of the abdomen tightening
the back arching slightly
begging
come here
quickly
slowly.

There, in that moment
do not take your eyes from mine.
I am here
awake
1 am
reaching
to be
met.

Do not touch me and keep your soul
out of your fingertips.
Die into me
or do not come into me at all.
Ever after is in this moment
happily or not.

Sacrifice the daydream.
Dare to hold the desire
for a great love.

Be with me.


Oriah Mountain Dreamer




` Till The Morrow Fair Lady `

'till the morrow fair lady...
until the dew collects upon each blade of grass,
shimmering in the moonlight...

'till the morrow fair lady...
until the sun finds strength to rise again,
slowly through the morning fog...

'till the morrow fair lady...
between the rythmic chirps of grasshoppers,
you will find your rest...

'till the morrow fair lady...
after today's long day comes,
there's always tomorrow...

by- Christopher Wu





’’Sometimes you have not even begun to speak - and I am at the end of what you are saying.’’

Gibran

’’You listen to so much more than I can say. You hear consciousness. You go with me where the words I say can’t carry you.’’

Napoleon Lord Byron





Friendship

"The Prophet" by Kanhlil Gibran

And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love
and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger,
and you seek him for peace.


When your friend speaks his mind
you fear not the "nay" in your own mind,
nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent
your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship,
all thoughts, all desires,
all expectations are born and shared,
with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him
may be clearer in his absence,
as the mountain to the climber
is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship
save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught
but the disclosure of its own mystery
is not love but a net cast forth:
and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide,
let him know the flood also.
For what is your friend
that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need,
but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship
let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things
the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.





Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful
or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way.
Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it
has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but
rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up,
never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through
every circumstance.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7






For my friend Joey
Iv'e never met a more beautiful heart
intil i met -Joey- here at Allpoetry
His amazing love and compassion shines through in his
beautiful writings...
May your heart always hold such beauty Joe
Loves to You my friend.. always~ xox ~Mina




Pretty Sea Glass Lullaby~for Joey

Pretty Sea glass.. pretty Sea glass.. by the Sea.. by the Sea

By my ocean, sweet sea peas growing all in a row
tiny petals of lavender sway, as the tide turns to go
twinkling below, shiny trinkets sparkle and glisten like tears
of aye sea going mariners lost tiding of cheer

In the tide pools of this treasured old sea
a rainbow of sea glass calling to me
Dear friend, this is all i have to offer
just a token in seaware with no value of any sought
but each piece i bless with a love, from the bottom of my oceans heart
for a friendship in kindness, that could never be bought

Pretty Sea glass... Pretty Sea glass.. by the Sea .. by the Sea

brown, blue, yellow and green colored hues
come visit in your sweetdreams by my seaside of blue

And if while your here, you should ever need a maiden fair
to pose in thy garden by your sea flowers rare
then please sew me a pair of slippers, in ocean emerald green
so i may dance in the light of your heart's magnificent beams

Pretty Sea glass.. Pretty Sea glass.. by the Sea... by the Sea..

A Little Prince of the flowers, this title you bare
from my Ocean, i shall make a crown for you to wear
sweet pea blossoms of white, kissed with sand dollar nuggets
surely my Sir, this maiden will curtsy .. if her bucket.. you lugget..

Pretty Sea glass.. Pretty Sea glass.. by the Sea.. by the Sea

Come and join my daydreams from long ago gone by..
and we will run for hours upon the rocky seaweed shoreside
and if in your childhood memories it starts to rain
We will ride sea horses up and down the seashell lanes

Pretty Sea glass.. Pretty Sea glass.. by my Sea.. by my Sea

So My Sweet Friend, if only in your dreams
won't you come along and gather..
Pretty Sea glass.. Pretty Sea glass.. with me

Love .. Mina

Awww joe , i was reading this poem i wrote for you so long ago and thought i would post it here on my Authors page. It's so funny how we miss the little things from childhood that you wouldn't think would matter.. but they do.

Seashell lanes now are a thing of the past here. When i was a litte girl every dirt lane was pure white from clam shells ... you don't see that anymore .. awww...i kinda miss it..





To: Mina

Let me weave you slippers in this winters solstice time,
Weave you the softest warmth of threads in silken luster lime,
Green as a emerald sea on a gently cresting wave,
Rolling in perpetual faith to the crystal sands we all so crave,
Crystals sparkling in the sunbeams, of an opaque purple hued red night,
Whispers in a dream~keep~sake to wander the sweet dreams plight,
I send you slippers in the finest gems of iridescent opaque diamond gold,
To warm the hearts of Sweet Pea Kin to days we all grow old,
Olden times and lines on cheeks of smiles of now and past,
Laid in spinning woven glistening gold, threads that will never pass,
Moments taken to the sky and floating in crystal first frost dreams,
Dandelion seeds and Sweet Pea flowers sewing the warmest slippers seams,
And as the walks on grey hued beaches may seem as empty time,
Feel the emerald slippers softly fly thee
into the endless sweet dreams of the fairest and most sublime.....


From: Joe

I feel very ashame of myself Joe, i had this saved and i see now i fixed the tiniest sweetpea' bobble wobble .. hehe
Which i love lil' imperfection's .. awwwwww ...




His Heart~ Of Yesterday~` for -Joey- {Happy Valentine's Day My Sweet Jo Jo}


~ While Thimbles Of Ladysthumbs ~
` Undressed~ Across~ The~ Evening~ Sky`

`Twinkle`

A path wound down to the ocean
Barefoot he did follow~ much longer be ever say
For at its journeys end... he found a treasure
His Heart of Yesterday ~

She called~ My Sweetness out to him
So he answered nearer to her side
She said~ welcome back my Sweetest One'
Where dreams come true and troubles subside

Here~ all day~ ripples shimmer as the songbirds twitter
O' Listen~ to the sea lions~ harmonize in baritone
Lovely joins the heron~ to a maiden's tenor
Through pearly everlasting~ love and laughter roam

For no one else can find this place
Where the most chatoyant of daydreams lie
Like the oyster~ a resplender~ of its pearls own beauty
~Under a peach chalcedony porcelain sky~

So when you find yourself this day
Just close your eyes and think of me
And next you know~ within your heart
You'll look around and here you'll be

For Only~ a wayfarer of the sea~ with heart so true
And a imagination as pure~ as a mid February's thaw
Shall find a Valentine of love and joy this day
Or know of this secret kinship law

Remember too~ "she whispered low"
For not just any ole chap ~these Atlantaflorian winds blow~
No others tread upon this mystic shore
Or kneel upon this rim of gold

~So now~ won't you come my laddie- dreaming~
Bid goodnight~ the ladysthumbs a beddy bye
Let the twinflower~ a blossomed beside his lassie
Lead you far ~ to where Our hearts of yester~ lie

~ While Thimbles Of Ladysthumbs ~
` Undressed~ Across~ The~ Evening~ Sky`

`Twinkle`

A path wound down to the ocean
Barefoot he did follow~ much longer be ever say
For at its journeys end... he found a treasure
His Heart of Yesterday ~


Love You Sweet Pea' (((HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY))) Feb. 14, 2004



Abalone Pea pods and Ladysthumb sweet dreams {for my Sweetest Mina Pea}


Sea glass and seashells,
never far from thought or mind,
Dazey hazy daydreamed thoughts,
pearled pea pod entwine,

Have you ever seen a seashell,
that grows on top of sand,
Laid in beds of sea glass jade,
Floating on the grey hued land,

Iridescent opaques of emerald,
To my eyes gently transfix,
purple hues of passion’s flowers,
swirled in a lustered mix,

Comforted in shades of seashells,
snuggled up and bundled tight,
nurtured in our abalone pea pod,
where sweet dreams roam at night,

Strings to lace us in our journeys,
so one pea may not float away,
draped above our Sweet Pea hearts,
not stretched taut in long dismay,

and all there are; are words a few,
to make the sea shells talk,
I send you forever warm sweet dreams
that Ladythumbs….
twinkle in my eyes at their very thought.


Happy Valentines Day my Sweet Mina Pea .. -Joey- Feb. 14, 2004




Delving into Mina's Soul (AKA AP's Morrowind)


Each time I read your poems, my spirit soars
filled with the wonders of your heart, so divine
enchanting me your perspective and gift for words
calling to me to delve into the splendor of your mind

The scent of lotus sweeps over and entrances me
as into your eyes and depth of your soul, I stare
telling me there is a guardian, a woman that's close by
though passed over long ago, to you she's always near

She gives to you protection, a great unconditional love
through her acceptance, she's taught you many things
from her I believe, you've acquired and draw your strength
an energy worker, a healer, a seeker unknown, she was

There is a power within you in, waiting to be tapped
lurking beneath the surface, that you often ignore
a light that shines through what most can't see
beyond the beauty of your face and talented words

Sometimes it causes loneliness to creep into you
but it never seems to linger outwardly for very long
inside it's kept at bay by your positive outlook on life
yet inside it tortures you, as you seek your one true love

Though you try to hide it from all, this secret I am shone
you often see yourself as plain, nothing special to behold
the spirit of the wolf and raven emanate from your soul
accept them and listen to their wisdom, I am being told

In your eyes I see a sadness, a darkness, your afraid to set free
terrified that it may consume you, should you let it be unleashed
worry not, release it from your soul, set it free upon the winds
keeping it there will inhibit you and only steal your inner peace

I see advantage being taking of you, by strangers and friends
remember your intuition and listen, do what's best for you first
though your love is great, there are leeches in this world
don't waste energies on them, or let them become your curse

There are times in life, when you think no one can understand
within you lies the answers to all that you seek and desire
don't be afraid to bother your friends, whenever you are in need
remember they are there for you, only a hint is what's required

Your taste are simple, you ask for very little, yet give the world
material gifts to you are nice, but it's emotions that you measure
a kind word, a touch of a hand, the hug of a loved one
the laughter of a child and friendship is what you truly treasure

Remember that you have a special gift, it is wholesome and pure
your views and values realistic, but strive to master your mind
your deepest desires, your expectations, you will meet and soar
their path steadily building, they shall manifest, give them time

And above all, dear Mina, do not underestimate your effect
on all of us around that you see you as a bright and shining star
you grace us with your presence, your essence and laughter
and fill our lives with the pleasure of every aspect of who you are

Thank you for sharing your light and beauty!
Blessed Be Tamara aka.. Wolfbane





My very first sonnet for Mina I hope you like it sweetie
Yes it is dedication week here (LOL)
Love ya Mina xo Dawn


Her dreamy soul has travelled distant lands

Of fairy tale castles and royalty

Her journeys from Heaven to Sea's sands

Sparkle her soul gold mystic mystery

Her heart remains graceful little play girl

Forevermore faith of charming prince dreams

Visions of his castle seaway pearl

Towering high to star dusty moonbeams

Her soul elegant old silver spoon

While her heart frolics free daisy days

She has the intuition of wise moon

With the radiance of warm sunshine rays



For as far as Mina Maiden has blown

Her fair beauty shall never be outshone





Sunshine and Smiles (For Mina)


May soft rainbow kisses
Caress your face
As radiant sunshine smiles
Capture your soothing grace~


Spreading laughter and cheer
To everyone you know
Sunshine and smiles fill your day
Wishing you happiness where ever you go~


Thank you for making me smile
Words of poetry from your soul
Inspiring angel's song
Smiling in sunshine always your goal~

Love ya, Mina Karen aka.. Kalexi










~ ~ Thy Whitest Rose ~ ~


Thy whitest Rose~ a bed
amongst thee rows of reddest red
in somber dream's a heart forever sleeps
entwine tis' petals of purest sweet

Yet twas' not what drew me
in crown of beauty, to bare this name
to pose thy Queen's courtyard rarest
and leave behind such shallow reign

For amidst my garden parish, i grew alone
in thee knightship's shade, my uniqueness brought
for but simply a fading Rose twas' all thy was
O' cursed this path my fairest petal's dropped

Thee petals dropped along thee path,
tender silken white and pure,
a young lad wandering tis heart ye hath,
the fragrant seas allure,

In this mystic gardens maze,
the thorned rosebush blooms,
and on the path to crashing waves,
the textured petals loom,

o whish the petals off the ground in lovers maze,
caressing breathless blows the ocean breeze,
misty waves of background noise,
in my Lovely Sweetpeas seas,

Smell the fragrant air of petals,
left upon this garden trail,
barefoot lush on petals wake,
the fleshly petals frail.



Author- Joe & Mina




Song~ All is Fair in Love


Loves a crazy game
Two people vow to stay
In love as one they say
But all is changed with time
The future none can see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
That all in love is fair

All of fates a chance
It's either good or bad
I tossed my coin to say
In love with me you'd stay
But all in war is so cold
You either win or lose
When all is put away
The losing side I'll play
But all is fair in love
I should have never left your side
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
That all in love is fair

A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
That all in love is fair


Stevie Wonder




Some of my favorite poems



THE ` BLUE ROSE `

She picked for him the bluest rose,
almost, as were His eyes,
She reached right up to heaven,
up where the angels fly~
This simple man with a heartfelt smile
and a voice as were the Gods'
captured Her..her heart and soul,
She flew where angels trod~

They laughed and sang
and danced and spoke
of many things they knew~
of interests shared
and restful things,
and things that they might do~
In dreams and aspirations
shared and songs
and joy and love~
and peace between the all mankind~
Just as was planned above ~

With friends and song
and laughter soft,
they danced about the floor,
and sipped and shared a story too
of how things were in times long past
when life was still brand new ...
With hands that brushed away the breeze
that tussled with her hair
He said "Goodnight" my Little One,
Sleep tight My Angel fair~
and dream a dream of one who
shares the same dreams where
you dance and sings the songs
your heart aches for
in sweet and pure romance,
always ~ angel

Author- Unknown






" I Know Not How It is With You "

I know not how it is with you --
I love the first and last,
The whole field of the present view,
The whole flow of the past

One tittle of the things that are,
Nor you should change nor I --
One pebble in our path -- one star
In all our heaven of sky

Our lives, and every day and hour,
One symphony appear:
One road, one garden -- every flower
And every bramble dear

by- Robert Louis Stevenson






When You Go Away~

When you go away, my friend,
When you say your last good-bye,
Then the summer time will end,
And the winter will be nigh.

Though the green grass decks the heather,
And the birds sing all the day,
There will be no summer weather
After you have gone away.

When I look into your eyes,
I shall thrill with deepest pain,
Thinking that beneath the skies
I may never look again.

You will feel a moment's sorrow,
I shall feel a lasting grief;
You forgetting on the morrow,
I to mourn with no relief.

When we say the last sad word,
And you are no longer near,
And the winds and all the birds
Cannot keep the summer here,

Life will lose its full completeness---
Lose it not for you, but me;
All the beauty and the sweetness
Each can hold, I shall not see.

by- Ella Wheeler Wilcox





Love And A Question

A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.

The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, 'Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I.'
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
'Stranger, I wish I knew.'

Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart's desire.

The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.

The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;

But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.


by Robert Frost







To Beat the Odds

I never meant to cry out in tears.. just before the morning sun
It's not so easy to control the heart when the day is over and done
Still.. i thought once again.. i had it beat the whole night through
Isn't that the way it always had to be when it came to loving you

Yet.. somewhere between the darkness and the dawn
I still find this emptiness because you are gone
With time.. I know as lovers.. we slowly slipped away
But i seem to remember a friend .. i thought would always stay

I dreamt this morning.. wondering how you have been?
I guess i'm the only one who still believes.. you should stay in touch as friends
Maybe in time I'll learn to dream a little softer
Dreams that fade before awaken.. are always easier after

Mina ... aka.. Morrowind


Two people vow to stay
In love as one they say
But all is changed with time
The future none can see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
That all in love is fair


His last words ...

Sometimes you'll feel me
as you pass through the crowds;
you'll brush my spirit and know
you do my heart proud.
You'll sense me sometimes
in a familiar place,
and you'll know I'm still moved
by your beauty and grace.
And you'll stop in your tracks,
close your eyes, and see clearly
that I'm still with you,
and I love you dearly.
And I'm thankful every day
that I still share your life
in this special way.
So don't grieve for me;
don't shed a tear,
because I'll always be with you
my spirit near.

Thinking of you.. Dennis...
February 16th 2006 ... Happy Birthday...




A couple of my favorite little quotes for ya...


When a bit of sunshine hits ye,
After passing of a cloud,
When a fit of laughter gits ye,
An' yer spine is feelin' proud.
Don't fergit to up and fling it
At a soul that's feelin' blue,
For the minute that ye sling it,
It's a boomerang to you!




FROM THE DESK OF TOTO:
Dear Dorothy,
Hate Oz,
Took the shoes,
Find your own way home.

~Toto



Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished on the morning star? Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it, look what it's done so far. What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing? And what do we think we might see? Someday we'll find it-the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me."

-Kermit the Frog




He gave me the chance to love him as I would have liked to be loved."

-Emily Benedekl





Warning--

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandles, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people's gardens

And learn to spit.


You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.


But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.


But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple


Jenny Joseph




The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.


Oriah Mountain Dreamer