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Earth and Man My heart, wounded by your actions, your wars, horrid factions. Trees, hills, uprooted; sky, heaven, polluted. The smallest, weak: forgotten; neglected, all downtrodden. Poor, pummeled, rejected; Power only, to the elected. Your heart, wounded by your actions. Needs healing, satisfaction. Look inside, mirrored face; Restore peace, to this place. You spirit, burdened, bound. Let freedom soar; lost, now found. Use power, love, affection, Humanity, resurrection. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo By NASA/ GSFC/ NOAA/ USGS

Who was I Who was I, before the sky was blue? Who was I, and who was you? Where was I, before I was new? Where was I, before I knew you? Where did I, lay my head, before God laid the river bed? Where were we, before God made a sea? Where were we, before God made a tree? Were we just a thought of God, just a seed, in a pod? Were we just an idea of God, just a thought, a miracle, awed?  Someday, we may find, we were in God's mind. Someday, we may know, we were in God's glow. Someday we may know, we were in God's love. Someday may know, we were with God above. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo  By marruu If you enjoyed this poem find more  here.

Inhaling You Soaring through space, there's a place inside, memories stored, deep within my mind. Plug into the mnemonic narcolizer and find stories and scenes long left behind. Hauling space freight, must be done, hurling far from Earth-side Sun. Medic-transport, life-saving run, will lustrous love survive, or be undone?  Floating image of our love, translucent touch, power of our passion, I miss so much. Swirling in the substance, a phantom I clutch, the echo of your essence, spectral rush. I inhale deeply and grasp for you, this substitute, this memory, will not do; embracing the past, wishing for you anew. New lessons of love, remain too few. Ballets of love, long past performed, never new loving; new love unformed. Ecstatic symbiosis not truly formed, your presence, your bed remains un-warmed Solace in the past, grown old and stale, longing for your presence beyond the pale, No silence for me in this lonesom...

The Treasure Thank you for the treasure, the gift of your heart. Like a rose found, uncovered, exposed, revealed. the clear, lovely reds and greens, careful to touch no thorns. I breathe the sweet fragrance, of your heart. Like a songbird, I enjoy your music, the colors of your plumage, the softness of you coat. I listen to the song of your heart. Like a precious gem, I revel in the perfection, the way the light reflects through the prism of your love. I look into the jewel of your heart. Like a princess, Enthroned in my heart, Ruling there, crowned and adored, adorned in the flowing robes, of my love. I gaze at the beauty of your heart. Thank you for the treasure, the gift of your heart. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo By Louise Docker from Sydney, Australia Please click  here  for other examples of my writing!

Space Lass Her astro-suit, stylish simplicity; her space demeanor fit explicitly. The sight of her space felicity: my heart soars with meteoricity, Starlight reflecting on her face, sublime beams, amazing space. Body moved in weightless grace, my beating heart could not keep pace. Her smile, the arc of her lips, the rolling hills of winding hips, fit so well in tight spaceships. Again my heart repeated flips. Our capsule knows implicitly, our love’s complete complicity. The power of electricity, our passion, pulsing synchronicity. Through the cosmos we race. Soaring long and far through space. Home aboard our loving place. Intertwined hearts with each embrace. Cabin lights, now soft and low, her shining face lit in its glow. With every galaxy we pass, my love grows for my space lass. Photo by Penyulap via Wikimedia Commons © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long My other writing website   here !