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Yet I Stride Yet I stride through dark, light-less days, striving forward toward forgotten ways. Wisdom searched for, seldom found, frozen clockwork, springs unwound. Chime-less wind chimes in the wind, guilty conscience, all have sinned. Boundless boundaries, chosen few, hope remembered, postponed anew. Knowledge known, memory's scar, forgotten wishes upon a star. Token pleasures, please no more. Unspoken treasure, words unsure. Slowly timed, time’s reflex slows. Mindless fruits, reflections show. Impassioned pleas pass unheard, Spoken softly, sad, silent word. I wonder, wander, endless roads, Who can hear unopened books, in the blindness, sadness looks. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  Image by:  Arne Nordmann (norro), via Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported If you enjoyed this poem, more of my work can be found  here.

Love arrives Love arrives in stunning splendor, like fragrant flowers that you send her. Love arrives with trumpet’s fanfare, like all the words you said and will share. Love appears in surprising fashion, like gilded dreams and fiery passion. Love appears in amazing places, like in your hearts and on your faces. Love emerges in growing stages, like glowing coals to fire rages. Love emerges from silent waiting, like lonely nights anticipating. Love explodes in astounding emotions, like raging waves in pounding oceans. Love explodes in glorious hues, like painter’s palettes, reds and blues. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  Image by:   By snty-tact, CC-BY-SA-2.5, via Wikimedia Commons If you enjoyed this poem, find more  here.

dry and brittle As the pages of life turn dry and brittle, I wonder how so much or how so little. How’ve the days just passed me by? What about what I did and didn’t try? How I’ve lived and how I’ve died, truths I’ve lived and lies I’ve lied. How’ve the days all slipped away? What about lost nights and days? Loves I’ve loved and loves I’ve lost, heads or tales, the coins I’ve tossed. How’ve the days of loving ceased? What about the loves released? Roads I’ve traveled near or far, wishes forgotten, upon a star. How’ve the dreams all gone astray? What about the long, forgotten way? © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Image by:  By Fredericks at it.wikipedia, CC-BY-SA-3.0 from Wikimedia Commons If you enjoyed this poem, find more  here.

Coffee sips, have tastes that vary. Tongue and mouth, rich substance tells of roasted beans where flavors marry. Grinder function yields perfect grind. Delicious, bold flavor compels. Cups filled high, a pleasant find. Kenyan, Kona, French Roast, too, hot water surge, fragrant smells, aromas herald, special brew. Potion's promise, ground fresh beans, caffeine rush, morning swells, coffee's heaven, no in-betweens. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo  By godidwlr If you enjoyed this poem, find more  here.

Love Allergy When Spring-time sends love so dear, sneezes and wheezes, spoil the time of year. When Cupid's love arrow, flings and flies, it sends me itchy, scratchy eyes. When Romance, fills the air, my eyes swell and I shed a tear. When Love Songs begin to play, coughing, coughing comes to stay. When Love Poems sing and rhyme, breaths come slow, breaths out of time. When love triangles abound, I nearly pass out, fall to the ground. When reading love stories that are the rage, my fingers get numb, I can’t turn the page. Love causes these reactions, you see, because I have the dreaded, Love Allergy. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Image By kodomut via flickr I have to say this post was inspired by the dear and inspiring +Adrianna Joleigh If you've ever read any of her posts, you will find the wittiest, talented, and sweetest G plussers commenting. The consensus was that it is better to have a Love Allergy than to be immune to love. If y...

Vulgar Vulgar - a word that's hard to rhyme. For some, vulgarity constitutes a crime. Being crude is rude of course; some people just have no remorse for being gross in prose or rhyme, speaking, and perverse joking all the time. Some take pride, no shame they hide. Unwashed words are spoken in stride. But I'm not here naming names of those engaged in coarse word games. Or those who have a potty mouth, spewing forth verbs uncouth, spotty vernacular on display. Common words are oft’ in play. Indecent is their very best, common thoughts their words suggest. Lowborn language used to slight, the rest endure this awful plight. So here I venture to suggest, “Cease all plebeian, earthy jest!” (I wrote this on a blog post. I think it was one of  +Adrianna Joleigh 's out of control postings! I thought I needed to post something, since it has been awhile.) © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long If you enjoyed this offering, you can fi...