A start of some poems I have written recently and over the last 12 yrs. Enjoy and comments are welcome
A Wave Of a Hand
A wave of a hand,
The touch of her lips, so sweet.
She flies with the angels,
To her loving man, her white knight she adores.
As her life progresses into the future, so unclear,
A life of finality, a life of indecision until that day arrives.
Does she want to leave?
Or will her heart keep her at home.
The longing for a one time love,
Invades her waking dreams,
While her man swings with another,
Privately or so he believes.
He lives the lie, the one that will blow up,
As he finds that he has been caught,
In a web of lies and total deceit,
For he has ruined his joy,
Broken the heart of an angel,
Now she cries as the soul is torn.
Her life stands still, moving like a rock.
Dragging her dreams and goals behind.
It is time to move forward,
As she rebuilds her shattered soul.
A new horizon beckons her heart,
For the night offers a new soul mate.
Smiling again she lifts her head high.
Peace has conquered her soul,
She thanks the creator, her mentor of love.
On the night she never knew existed,
He touches her lips, caresses her breast,
This knight is princess deep in disguise.
The wave of a hand, and she smiles....
For All Eternity
Eyes that melt the cold of the winter,
As she wins my soul with her heart.
Her blonde locks shimmer in the sun,
Waving in the wind as it tousles it about.
She is the goddess, an angel of earth.
While she sings her melodic phrases of love.
She walks like a model, a princess in waiting.
Smiling brightly as the eyes follow her,
Down the hallway of the mall.
She is the essence of sweetness,
The perfume that tickles the nose every time.
As her life is a movie, a play not yet written.
She is a witness, of God’s creation,
Someone that is almost perfection.
And yet the insecurities are abound,
In her actions as she waits for the partner,
The lover who will show her peace.
For all eternity.
Raven
She sauntered into town,
On a quiet and humid summer afternoon.
Nobody asked her name,
Nor did they try to seek her out.
When they saw the evil in her eyes,
Everyone knew to stay away,
From the girl called Raven.
It all began one day in May,
Her man ran from her warm embrace,
He claimed he wanted some freedom,
But she knew he was fucking another.
He ran to many towns,
Hoping to get away,
From the woman known as Raven.
She caught up to the coward,
And took a job at the local tavern.
Stripping for wages and many tips.
Her body was bronzed, her nipples erect.
As she pleased the patrons,
While searching for the bastard,
Who tore her heart in millions of pieces,
The lady now knows as Raven.
Daily she put on her show,
Only hearing shave it off,
As she kept her pussy thick and shiny.
Then he finally showed his face,
Shocked at who was the main act,
He sat and ordered his usual whiskey sour,
While waiting for the one known as Raven.
She performed her act,
Prancing around from table to table.
Giving sexual pleasures to those who tipped her fine.
Until she spotted that weasel of a man.
She waited for him outside that night,
Hoping to settle the score,
The anger grew within the one known as Raven.
He exited the tavern, loaded from whiskey.
She smiled wickedly knowing what had to be done.
With a flick of the wrist, she pulled out the gun,
As a blast rang loud, he fell to his death,
But run she didn’t do,
For the bullet that got him,
Didn’t exit the gun from the woman known as Raven.
She stood there in shock,
As another scorned had gunned him down,
The blood oozing into the street,
From the wound inflicted to his back.
The police took her away, asked a few questions,
And told her to be on her way,
Life is now fine for that woman called Raven.
The Lady, A Star
On a day, not so long ago,
A child was born in the south.
The creator looked upon this girl,
And with a touch of his finger,
She received a gift,
That would be shared with the world.
She is a performer,
On the universal stage,
With a voice so pure,
The richness flows in the lyrics.
Sweetness sweeps the hearts of fans,
Into the night, while she sings.
She is a star,
Rising like the Phoenix,
Until the summit has been reached.
Bright as the sun,
True to the meaning of life,
For her heart sings with her voice.
She is a princess,
A beauty not in need of a runway.
A woman whose prince,
May or may not be near.
Where a heart full of love,
Continues to beat so strong.
She is a woman,
Caring, Loving from deep within.
As she walks the stage,
Giving of herself nightly,
There is a time and space created,
For life, before the heavenly stage.
The Quiet Princess
A wave of elegant perfume
Swept across all space and time
The sweet scent teased the senses
As she walked into the room,
She smiles softly
As an aura encased her soul
Like a halo over an angels head
She would be lifted gently
Now she enters a different realm
Living peacefully among her peers
Enchanted by gentle surroundings
Swaying to the songs of life
Always for herself...quietly through time
The Soldier
Upon the battlefield he lies,
Wounded from a fight that has gone away.
He wonders about his family,
On this hot summer night,
And if he will see them again.
He prays as the chopper flies him to safety.
Where the doctors will make him whole again,
He doesn't cry, though he feels the urge,
And then a bright light hovers above.
An angel that smiles so bright.
A calming force enters the room,
As they prepare to remove the bullet,
That ravaged his person.
A voice that says not to worry,
For his life will be spared.
He dreams of his girl,
Waiting for his return,
And a family that misses him so.
His thoughts are of a barbeque,
A pig or a steak...
Now he awakes,
A nurse sponges his body.
He laughs at the sensation,
As he knows he will be home soon.
But he thinks of his buddies...
Fighting to keep democracy,
A team that he is a part of...
For he wants to fight again,
But his time is done...
He cries as he heads for home.
The soldier...
Lies on a hammock,
Angry at the war that take so long,
Hoping to see his buddies,
As he is called to action again.
Vanilla Colored Sky
Upon the green grass she lie
Beneath the sun-drenched summer skyline
Contemplating the next day
The beginning of a new chapter
Creating a bond of a lifetime
With someone she met several months back
Under a vanilla colored sky
Her day is here,
Nerves shock her reality
For her man waits at the alter
She dreams of how it might be
As the music signals her march
To the now and forever
Under a vanilla colored sky
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