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Come True I dreamed I saw you. Was it really you? I dreamed I saw you. Did I see you? I dreamed I met you. Could it be true? I dreamed I met you Did I meet you? Do visions come true? Do dreams come true? Do kisses come true? Does love come true? Does magic come true? I dreamed I kissed you. Do kisses come true? I dreamed I kissed you. Did my lips kiss you? I dreamed I loved you. Do dreams come true? I dreamed I loved you. Does love come true? Do visions come true? Do dreams come true? Do kisses come true? Does love come true? Does magic come true? I dreamed of magic? Is it magic or just you? I dreamed of magic. Did you come true? Do visions come true? Do dreams come true? Do kisses come true? Does love come true? Does magic come true? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  martinak15 via flickr

Cypher i feel myself daily, fade away, i feel there is less of me, today, i feel inside of me, melt like clay, i feel no feelings, sad to say, i feel old longings, no longer play, i feel old friendships, gone to stay, I feel no trust, none to betray, i feel every color, turn to gray, i feel love inside me, begin to fray, i feel no emotion, no tears allay, I feel no sadness, no glum array, I feel empty deep, to my dismay, i feel some madness, look of fey, i feel each night, not turn to day, i feel great pressure, on me weigh, i feel each part off me, doom decay, i feel the scent of death's bouquet, i feel the end is on its way. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤

Bleak Journey Pleasures sought have gone unfound, hopes and wishes, gone aground. Fears are found with full impression, horrors wound in straight succession. Daylight's darkness dims the light, waking moments seem like night. Danger's doom has come today, fated failures claim their way. Life regression carries clues, clashing rhythms stuck like glue. Waking moments seem like sleep, seconds ticking make one weep. Winding stairways, like a maze, Simple Simon states a phrase. Simon Says, "Watch your feet!" Stairways trip you in defeat. Seconds tick, seem like hours, fruitless efforts, loss of powers. Waiting for the final act, no one leaves this life intact. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By Kirinwizard from Wikimedia Commons

Remember Wind-swept lovers, passion flares, sultry summers, we were there. Balmy evenings, record highs, humidity rising, hearts' surprise. Sun-baked nights, emotion feast,  sweltered heat, love released. Sunset pleasures, ocean side, high-tide rolling, love undenied. Satin sea foam, senses filled, waves of water, we were thrilled.  Season's glory, bright moonlight, sandy beaches, we held tight. Starry heavens, tender touch. cloudless sky, we felt so much. Ocean's echo, seashell sound, flotsam wood-fire, arms around. Seaside music, silk-soft allure, off to dreamland, sleep secure. Low-tide morning, dawn's sweet kiss, dew-filled haze, memory's bliss. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By beanworks If you enjoyed this poem find more  here.

Wet Power The late Spring rain, massages fertile soil, encourages blades of grass, stimulates flower blossoms, overflows wellsprings. The late Spring rain, wafts soils' scent, releases grass' aldehyde, arouses flowers' nectar, radiates Spring's smells. The late Spring rain, reminds of other Springs, recalls love's youth, opens memory's vault, redounds heart's Spring. The late Spring rain, caresses life's length, touches tender spots, presses pleasure's thoughts, pulses heart's heaven. The late Spring rain, returns me to you, recollects your ideal, respire's your essence, rewards oneness with you. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Богдан Тригубец (Собственная робота CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

green grass Strolling in nice, soft, green grass. Strolling in soft, green, grass is nice. Strolling in green grass, softly is nicest. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By jdurham Find more of my writing  here.

Destine You And the chronic, constant drain drags on. And the droning draconian ellipse of despair degrades the life force. And destiny's doom's downward spiral denigrates the day's light. And death's dirge drums deeply, denotes denied time. And the cycle of memory swirls in symbiotic circles pushing life's value to a zero sum game. And time wins but loses power over the loser. And as darkness reigns, a vacuous vacuum envelopes a heart plunged to depths un-reached, unreachable, uncharted, unfilled, unfulfilled. And the cataclysmic loss of existence ensues, ending everything. And the chronic, constant drain drags on. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Ben Salter from Wales (deep inside Uploaded by Oxyman) CC-BY-2.0 via Wikimedia Commons

New Spring spring and its glory, glorious spring, shoots and blossoms, full flowers ring springness of spring, a robin harbinger, spring's melody, red-breasted singer grassness of grass and rainness of rain, joining together, senses' domain greenness of grass and wetness of rain, adds to the pleasure, senses' refrain flower's sweet nectar, hummingbird's king black-gold bumblebees, buzz's loud zing spring and its story, marking each day, spring takes advantage each of sun's rays © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  LoggaWiggler via cc pixabay

honeybee The honeybee  buzzed. The honeybee buzzed by beautiful bachelor's buttons. The honeybee buzzed behind belligerent,  harassing  wasps. Haranguing wasps buzzed the honeybee. The honeybee buzzed sweetly and swung south to savor the sunflower. The honeybee  buzzed. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  https://www.flickr.com/photos/suereynolds/

fruitless pursuit And the tempest that roars in man's heart,  that blazes in man's soul,  can it be quelled,  can it be quenched?  And the storm that rages in man's mind,  that engulfs man's thoughts,  can it be calmed,  can it be quieted?  Mental vise winds tight.  Torque torments each thought.  Ideas twist to tantalize brains.  Pain pounds emotion's center.  Strain cavitates the inner torso.  Relief sought, returns unrequited. And the rampage that ravages man's life,  that tears asunder man's hope.  can it be arrested,  can it be salvaged?  And the force that strikes man's affection,  that afflict man's desires,  can it be shielded,  can it assuaged? Faith flails fecklessly forward.  Hope haunts human hearts.  Love languishes lamented longing.  Destiny dangles dumbly down.  Pote...

tensile travail for words that whirl restlessly in my mind collide and rearrange cluttered thoughts  swirl sideways as i endeavor  to gather words fit for utterance  yet they resist the force of my will  twirling tenuously though my head  vocabulary gives way to grammar  as i strain to pull the scattered ideas together but they pull in perplexing polar permutations as i struggle  to rein in the images that  pull like majestic mighty mares  moving grandly across the horizon yet they resist the discipline of my pen  regarding my efforts disdainfully  but i press on ingloriously bound  by the rigors of writing but thinking  splinters the wound up words that have  amassed like nimble nimbus clouds  across the sky resulting in a downpour  of words that only find their way to the sea and evaporate and i am left longing  for words that whirl restlessly in...