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a world of opposites

a world of opposites a world of opposites surround me round return to me a single echo of silent sound a voice unheard, loud and strong reverberates, vibrates, hums along the walls of contrast reflect the light a prism of colors: blind eyes delight a single hue, from every face lost then found, chromatic trace barriers of belief block the way hindering the path on which I stay anchored fast to unbelief frozen stand in endless grief loveless lovers fill the void unloved hearts once destroyed unsung love songs fill the air some who love but do not care potent portent future found past is passed in days unwound ones forgotten, ones foretold remembered memories, lies untold buried treasure, costless find wealth unmeasured, paupers mined priceless objects priced to sell fortune spent on pyrite’s spell © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  image:  Joseph Mischyshyn
I can't I can't unsee your starry eyes. I can't unsee your sweet surprise. I can't unsee our first sunrise. I can't unsee our love's demise. ********* I can't untouch your satin lips. I can't untouch your curvy hips. I can't untouch your fingertips. I can't untouch our love's eclipse. ********* I can't unfeel your tender kiss. I can't unfeel our loving bliss. I can't unfeel your hand's caress. I can't unfeel our love's duress. ********* I can't unknow your fiery heart. I can't unknow your every part. I can't unknow you summer's glow. I can't unknow our crying woe. ********* I can't unhear your words so tender. I can't unhear your voice's splendor. I can't unhear your sweet surrender. I can't unhear our return to sender. ********* I can't untaste your nectar kiss. I can't untaste your honeyed a

Man of iron

Man of iron Man of iron, molten fist, see him rising from the mist. Bold, brazen, stalwart, tall, see him standing o'er them all. Chiseled chin, set like flint see his eyes, bravery's glint. Courage true, resists the bad, see his heart, golden clad. Heart is strong, tender touch, power proven, in the clutch. Army at his beck and call, surging forces, rise and fall. Towering over fiend and foe, hero's stature, victory show. Enemies fought on every ground, in the end, none are found. Triumph trumpets, blazing win, beaten enemy, much chagrin. Electric glory, amazing stand, renown resounds, o'er the land.  Man of iron, molten fist, praise by all within the list. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  dewey_decimals CC-BY-SA-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Poetics of Poe

Edgar Allan Poe was born on January 19, 1809. I wrote this poem to commemorate his writing on his birthday! Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) Poetics of Poe Poetics of Poe fill the night, ghostly figures, ghastly plight. Ravens, masques, run reddish hues, corpses lined by threes and twos. Ringing bells sound and thrill, specters haunting, horror's fill. Lost loves, loves's ladies gone, pacing, praying for the dawn. The heart longs for maidens fair, only faint images stir the air. Metaphysics, detection, too, puzzles linger there for you. Beating hearts, ticking clocks, seeing eye, seeing mocks. Fleeting memories fill his lines, faintly phrasing, heart repines. Thank you Edgar, for all of these. Evermore your words will please. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Amelia Poe [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

unscathed?

unscathed? Who among us goes through life,  unscathed? The heart probed, poked, pierced. Bloody, dripping, open wet wounds: Some scars, some now callused,  fresh ones, scabbed. Untended, unmended, upended. Who among us goes through life, unloved? Love's needs unmet. The beating, throbbing, pulsing pressure of unreturned love, reverberates in chest's gaping canyon. Love unrequited shrinks, sinks the heart. The unfelt heart laughs, jumps, cries, yearns, longs, full, and sings-not. Shudders, shakes, shivers, quivers, trembles, bubbles over, helpless heart. Who among us goes through life, unscathed? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  © Nevit Dilmen [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) via Wikimedia Commons

Ceased

The passing of friend  +Steven Malone  's father inspired me to write this poem.  Please offer Steve your condolences.  http://www.stevenspen.com/blog-1/ Ceased When life has run its weary course, we pray we've lived without remorse. When dying sun sets upon a life, we hope it ends with no strife. When mortal frame frames no more, we cling to memories from our store. When soul flies free from human form, we hope there's peace from this storm. When the day has turned to night, we search the tunnel for the light. When spirit soars from solid earth, we return to God before the birth. When thought will cease to fill the mind, we wonder will we wander blind. We turn to see the past behind, and the wending road unwind. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  By Sandro Kharazashvili (Flickr: Light at the end of the tunnel) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Koala Bears

A G+ friend  +ashley bateson  said he read a  children's poem  I wrote to a five year old friend of his. She said she liked it, but said it needed a koala bear. So, I wrote a poem about koala bears. I hope she enjoys it (and all of you)! Koala Bears Australia is the place they stay, in the trees they spend their day. Plump and fuzzy koala bears, they have funny, hairy ears. If you call them bears, it's not unusual, the real name is of course, marsupial. Sharp claws help them to climb, see them in a tree sometime. Koalas like eucalyptus trees, love to chew upon the leaves. Sit in nooks or forks to sleep for eighteen hours, what a treat! A smell like cough drops fill the air, from the leaves they eat up there. Cheeks are stuffed, they eat so many, they need to find trees aplenty! When not in trees they run so fast, hurry, look, they run right past! Pouches are where baby cubs stay, on mommy's belly joeys love to lay. Do you have a koala

The sights you see

The sights you see The sights you see all around, in the sky and on the ground. The butterfly flies up to the skies, right before your very eyes. The big bullfrog croaks and hums, sounds like a big, hollow drum. The hoot owl hoots up in the tree, sees as far as his eyes can see. The sights you see all around, in the sky and on the ground. The firefly flickers off and on, leads you hither, leads you yon. The cricket chirps her cheerful tune, beneath the shining, summer moon. The bunny hops and never stops, until he finds some clover tops. The sights you see all around, in the sky and on the ground. The sparrow flits here and there, chirping loud and chirping clear. The groundhog waddles like a duck, thought the mud and through the muck. The dragonfly's wings flap fast and furious, I love to watch him. I'm so curious. The sights you see all around, in the sky and on the ground. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By J.

A poet's pen

A poet's pen A poet's pen won't run dry, no matter what you think. A poet's pen will flow and fly, and take you to the brink. A poet's pen knows what and when, no matter what you say. A poet's pen knows now and then, and takes your breath away. A poet's pen knows right and wrong,  no matter what you hope. A poet's pen is firm and strong, and gives you strength to cope. A poet's pen can fill your heart, no matter what you feel. A poet's pen will stop and start, and send you words to heal. A poet's pen is passion's power, no matter what you choose. A poet's pen suffuses fragrant flower, and displays rainbow's hues. A poet's pen grows by light of day, no matter where you wander. A poet's pen serves in every way, and lights your path to ponder. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  Image:  By Javad Alizadeh. Farhikht CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

G+ smiles

G+ smiles A little bit of wit, A little bit of humor, A little bit of cynicism. Jocularities abound, innuendos resound, poetic teasing all around where this motley crew is found. Smiling faces, not a frown, some are up, some are down, a few Jokers and some Clowns can be seen in this G+ Town! Gifs, jpegs, photos, and some memes, photoshopping--nothing's what it seems! Kittens, puppies, and horsey screams, sunshine, rainbows and bright moon beams. G+ offers much to all, stock tips, health tips, have a ball, hangouts, communities, fun for all. Chat with friends, even call. A little bit of lols, a little bit of hahas, a little bit of sarcasm. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ If you enjoyed this poem, find more of my writing  here.

out of her head

out of her head The games they played, she played not. They roads they traveled, she drove around. The places they went, she'd go no more. The things they did, she did no longer. She could tear up his photos. She could throw away his clothes. She could put him out of her head. She could leave the memories behind. But she could not put him out of her dreams. She went to sleep and he was there. Smells, sounds, sensuality, Pleasure, pain, passion, Emotions, energy, elation, they waited for her, there. Flowers, chocolates, ice cream, poems, prayers, pomegranates, midnight swims, morning walks, she found in her dreams. She could put him out of her head. But she could not put him out of her dreams. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Constant Puyo [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Poems

Poems Poems come in many forms. Some breach accepted norms. Words and lines fill the page, With the wisdom of the age. Structure makes the reader think, Imagination in writer's ink. Memories rise and fill the air, With the silent, spoken prayer. Poem's words can levitate. Rhyme and rhythm captivate. Deep within a reader's soul, With the words that heal, make whole. Echoed feelings reverberate, Past emotions celebrate. Tender touching inner power, With the spirit's rainbow shower. Poems flow from poet's pen, Odes and epics, heroic zen. Men and women both write, With the orb of heaven's light. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:   Cover of the original 1846 edition of Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, by Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë.

Invulnerable

Invulnerable Love has tried to pierce my armor, I’ve resisted every female charmer. Love has tried to strike my shield, I’ve refused to drop arms I wield. Love has failed to pierce my skin, I’ve refused to let woman’s love in. I’ve repulsed Cupid’s arrow’s aim, Love has yet to stake a claim. I’ve rebuked all words l’amour, Love has not filled me more. I’ve repelled romantic notions, Love has not served me love potions. Love has tried to open wide, Thick and callused heart I hide. Love has tried to find my heart, Hidden deep inside my deepest part. Love has yet to burst the bubble; I’ve encased myself from love’s trouble. I’ve escaped the painful fate, Love’s not reached my inner state. I’ve achieved the foolish feat, Love has left me incomplete. I’ve forgotten love’s majestic feel, Love has made my heart like steel. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  If you enjoyed this poem, find more of my writing  here, Image by:  Giovanni Dall'Orto

I saw you

I saw you When I saw you sitting on the swing, I didn't think I'd be thinking the things I'm thinking, the things I'm thinking of you, fill my heart. When I saw you walking in the park, I didn't think I'd be singing, the songs I'm singing, the songs I'm singing of you, fill my heart. When I saw you dancing in the meadow, I didn't think I'd be writing, the poems I'm writing, the poems I'm writing of you, fill my heart. When I saw you laughing in the sunshine, I didn't think I'd be writing, the stories I'm writing, the stories I'm writing of you, fill my heart. When I saw you flowing in my memory, I didn't think I'd be writing, the sonnets I'm writing, the sonnets I'm writing of you, fill my heart. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Photo by: Stefanomas