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midsummer love sunset red, tawny skin, cool sea-breeze, loves begin moon-filled skies, starlit nights, symphonic harmonies, soul's delights slow dance close, sparkling eyes, twinkling stars, two hearts' ties velvet kisses, satin skin, splendorous sensations, explored within © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Karen Cox via flickr

old friends searched online for former friends surprised to see untimely ends friends, their spouses, moms and dads sad to see the deaths they had the inexorable tick and tock of time, leads us all to fields, sublime through twisting, turning hands of fate, soon we'll all be known as "late" years roll on, time is passed no one knows how long it lasts each life is counted out by days as friends we oft go separate ways friend's faces show the lines of age as each one turns his separate page fools fleeting time waits for no man eighty years our lives may span so count your days with special care for who knows how, who knows where our beating hearts will one day stop find old friends before they drop © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted:  By SDRandCo via morguefile.com

how he makes love "A woman doesn't care how he makes his living, only how he makes love," she said. She uttered these types of phrases all the time, like they were eternal truths or the final word on any topic. Maybe I should say, they were pronouncements . She was unstoppable. She lived each day to the fullest, like it mattered. She lived each day like it was her last. Squeezing every bit of it out, like juice from an orange, even the pulp, like she did in the kitchen every morning (that we had oranges). "The pulp improves antioxidant status and suppresses lipid peroxidation," she declared, (as if I understood or even cared). LoL. "That's not what most women say. They want men with a bank account, " I answered. She sighed. Turning to look me in the eye, she said, "A woman cares how he lives his love more than how he makes a living. How each day, each movement, each word is making love--making love--to her. The way he says...

Sadness Over You Sadness rolls over you, body buoyed by the heavy saltwater, that flows from your eyes. The waves lull you in silence. Ebb and flow pulls you, in and out along the surf and when you land on the sand, the sea foam rises and warms your sadness, and you wipe your eyes. Sadness closes over you, like a constant fog that fills your head and covers you like a blanket that tucks you in and holds you fast to your bed. Heavy fog lingers and refuses to dissipate, as you lie there, sleepless, and the sandman clogs your eyes with his mocking sand. Sadness surrounds you like the darkness of a moonless, cloudy night. You stumble over roots and gopher holes in the blackness. Clouds hover and you seek the stars but you only peer further into the black night. Hoped for dawn does not come, as you walk, directionless and sigh, and your eyes never adjust to the darkness. Sadness fills you like a lukewarm drink, neither hot nor cold and the taste of it has long gone. The liquid neith...

and love and love happens like lightning striking in a moment, in a day, in a glance. and love changes like dawn breaks, imperceptibly from dark to light. and love surrounds like morning mist, rising from nowhere until it envelopes. and love grows from pain to hunger gnawing from the belly and the mind. and love is desperate like addiction overriding every other appetite. and love creates a world like a dream where days are lived in slow motion. and love empowers like confident faith emboldening to overcome obstacles. and love lasts like the ocean waves' ebbs and flows, forever. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By elayne001 via pixabay

the breeze i am alone. i feel the breeze. after the humid heat of the summer's day,  the cool evening breeze sends me bodily relief, yet, carries an unsettling sense of melancholy. the sun's bright, burning, daytime blaze must always give way to the cool darkness of night, where aloneness weighs heavier on one's silent soul. the weight of the day doubles and trebles with each passing hour, with each star that appears in the sky, with each moonbeam that catches my eye. i see the distant orbs and am reminded of the vast universe. i am small. the tiny specks that are stars sparkle and wink, yet, i am not amused. words sometimes bring comfort but tonight's breeze reminds me that relief is fleeting, for tomorrow's summer sun will give way to yet another summer night. i accept the breeze's soothing consolation from the day's warmth but find no solace in my solitary, summer musings. i feel the breeze. i am alone.  © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Imag...

Mind Sounds Swirling thoughts, spinning round, pulsing music, colliding sound. Machine hums echoes rebound, ideas circle, images abound. Mental motion, think aloud, decibels rise, raucous crowd. Clanging cymbals, metal sound, brain's function, notions wound. Figures focus, cranial collage, whirring, scraping, mirage barrage. Symphonic measure, cacophonous beat, concept cluster, attitude retreat. Sounds, thoughts, reverberate round, images, noise, headward bound. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image :  http://www.freeimageslive.com/galleries/backdrops/abstract/pics/abstractcarnationnegative.jpg

yesteryear Crystalline memories of yesteryear, framed like snapshots, seem so clear. Viewed from a distance, recall, true, focused images, seem like new. Remembered visions of days gone by, like photograph's ingrained in mind's eye. Recalled days and unforgotten nights, remain deep within mind's sights. Faces of people, recollected facts, preserved like scenes from plays' First Acts. Impressions gathered, treasured pictures, likeness imagined, permanent fixtures. Someone's there from the long ago past, like photos handled and preserved to last. Smiling, laughing, sometimes somber faces, saved like etched glass, remembered graces. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  VintagePhotos By gracey

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.

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...

Father Father full of love for son, shows him how life is won. Father shapes his lump of clay, shows him how to work and play. Father loves words and books, shows him his reading nook. Father spends time with son, shows him life from sun to sun. Father sleeps sound at night, shows him peace from living right. Father tells of wounds of heart, shows him how to heal each part. Father shares faith in God, shows him where saints have trod. Father shares when he's failed, shows him how victory's scaled. Father points to open road, shows him how the road is strode. Father opens wide the world. shows him how life's unfurled. Father loves the son's mother, shows her honor above all others. Father blesses his son, shows him how to bless each one. Father fades from all his days, shows him how to live his ways. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By clarita

envision A flower's life is beatific beauty, colors show glimmering glory. A flower does its delightful duty, revealing nature's shimmering story. A summer's life is fertile green ripeness shows sunlight power. A summer does its nature scene revealing nature's fruitful hour. A stream's life is crystal clear, water shows serenity slowing. A stream does its aqua sphere, revealing water's simple flowing. A dream's life is memory trance, images show ethereal tales. A dream does its ephemeral dance. revealing secret's beyond the veil. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Nicholas A. Tonelli from Pennsylvania, USA, Pool Wildlife Sanctuary 4, CC-BY-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

again if i could walk those golden streets again and sing those glad olden songs so sweet again if i could feel those pounding jungle beats again and touch those rumbling thronging beasts again if i could dance those daring double steps again and twirl the girls 'round their swinging hips again if I could swim those clear summer lakes again and float lazily where the cool current takes again if i could sit in playful grade-school seats again and draw where pencil and yellow paper meets again if i could run the asphalt baseball fields again and slap the rubber balls off car windshields again if i could fold daily newspaper sheets again in pre-dawn drowsiness on city streets again if i could gaily play in hot summer rains again and watch the water run into sewer-drains again if i could tackle tough and rumble players again and run through football teams like a laser again if i could frolic in frigid cold and icy snow again and not fear near fro...

to places I drift to places that might be there: sandy beaches, mountain streams, far off places, like wistful dreams, distant lands with golden themes, glistening maidens, reflect sunbeams, reality revealed, not what it seems. ✩  ✩  ✩ I float to places without a care: soothing fountains, bubbling sounds, children dancing, to music rounds, blooming flowers, on garden grounds, frolicking animals, kittens and hounds, distant memories, past rebounds. ✩  ✩  ✩ I sail to places up in the air: majestic vistas, rainbow hues, angelic choirs, heavenly news, ephemeral muse, hearts enthuse, mystical symbols, meaning transfuse. ✩  ✩  ✩ © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By Author Laurence Housman Publisher Bodder and Sloughton [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Coffee The grand elixir of morning throes. The great fixer of sleeper's woes. ☕ The grind of future feats await. The grounds of heaven's flavor gate. ☕ The taste of water heated gold. The trace of aromatic beans unfold ☕ The palate pleaser from stoneware cups. The palace teaser and bottoms ups. ☕ The treasure of caffeine's power true. The measure of dripping glorious brew. ☕ The font of youthful beverage sink. The flaunt of every royal drink. ☕ © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By lisasolonynko

Your love like the morning Your love surrounds me  like the morning mist. As I breathe,  your sweet breath  fills me. As I exhale,  your healing scent,  refreshes my soul. The morning breeze  of your love,  cools my heart. My soul tingles  with your love’s  soothing touch. I tremble as your  fingers trace the outline  of my lips. With joy I shake  as you caress  my face. I writhe in ecstasy,  as you move your hands  on my skin.  I reach for your form,  you escape my grasp. A specter,  formed and formless,  unreachable.  Only in my dreams,  do I touch you,  embrace you, an apparition,  haunting  me  during  my  long,  waking,  hours. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By pfly (Mist on the Skagit River) CC-BY-S...

between between the lines of age, a bar from every cage, a line from every page, days of life, we swage. ★ ★ ★ between the hands of time, a ring from every chime, a line from every rhyme days of life, we sublime. ★ ★ ★ between the echoes of sound, a song from every ground, a line from every round, days of life, we redound. ★ ★ ★ between the rhythm of dance, a heart from every romance, a line from every chance, days of life, we enhance. ★ ★ ★ between the hands of fate, a choice between every gate, a line from every strait, days of life, we relate. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By imelenchon If you enjoy this poem, you can find more of my writing  here.

Frigid Skies Sun hides Sun hides behind frigid skies. Clouds gather to reinforce winter’s hold. Winter 's frozen gusts bind me in its icy grip. Spring's first robin, stiff, sits grimly on the path. Wind's howl of desperation echoes in winter's caves. Rigid season's grasp holds long, unmoving, as Sun struggles, unable to break through frozen sky. Sun waits beneath white blizzard’s bleak blanket. Snow’s cocoon wraps the globe in gray glacial glory. Winter’s arctic blast immerses a white, wintry world in a frostbitten, perplexing polar vortex. Lonely Sun waits for Winter’s stranglehold to cease, so Sun’s rays may melt freezing figures, and immobile denizens of earth shall spring to life. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image by:  By DR04 CC-BY-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

In fears In fears In fears I fight with feckless fury,  losing lengthy bouts, unfraught with glory.  Endless days evolve into light-less fright,  daylight shines the same as night.  Forgotten moments remembered sorely,  feign a laugh in tearful mourning.  Unwanted faces fill my mind,  fractal memories, intertwined. Horror sounds a shrill alarm,  afraid, no escape from misery's harm.  Shiver, shake and tremble loud,  pushing back the blackest shroud.  Nightmares fill my waking hours,  sleep holds back restoring powers.  Unleashed monsters, from dawn to dark,  blinding billows of dark so stark.  Dread pursues from each direction,  never finding calm reflection.  Sagacious specters haunt my life,  with ferocious fervor filled with strife.  Shadows stalk my thoughts and desires,  singe them with infernal fires.  ...

no more no more will my life be right, no more will my life be light, no more will my heart smile, no more will we stay awhile, no more lips to touch or kiss, no more lips to bring me bliss, no more lips to say my name, no more lips to fan the flame, no more hands to hold so tight, no more hands to kiss at night, no more hands to pull me up, no more hands to lift the cup, no more days that lead to nights, no more days to shine the lights, no more days our lives to mark, no more days to feel the spark, no more time to see your face, no more time to feel your grace, no more time for passion's place, no more time love's embrace, no more love will we share, no more love will we spare, no more love from me to you, no more love, forever blue. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image adapted:  DerSkeptiker at the German language Wikipedia CC-BY-SA-3.0 via Wikimedia Commons