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This poem is dedicated to  +Adrianna Joleigh   Woman Who Wanted A Shoe There was a young woman who wanted a shoe. She started with one, and then she bought two. With each one she bought, she had to make room. She cleaned out some space and swept with her broom. The footwear collection grew so immense, she added an annex surrounded by fence. She stacked her moccasins, mukluks and mules, "Out of my way, I'm shoe hunting, fools!" She adored sling-backs, slippers and sneakers. She loved a good pair that'd stun anyone's peepers. She loved to climb hills in sling-backs and heels. She'd rather be found in footwear than riding on wheels. She drew the line at work boots and waders, those for labor or searching for 'gators. The shoe fetish's growth was exponential. The footwear collection reached full potential. She proudly displays them for mankind to view. She’ll let you adore them if you donate a sh...

Some Are Drawn Some are drawn to dark and pain, enduring, suffering, endless strain. Hiding, blocking, shunning light, no escape from loathsome plight. Some are drawn to joy and light, smiling, basking, sun’s delight. Forgetting, healing, cathartic gain, released from power’s inner pain. Some are drawn to doom and gloom, alone with nightmares, lonely room. Cringing, crying in the dark, forgetting life’s loving spark. Some are drawn to hope and sun, desiring love for everyone. Reaching, expecting life’s everyday, anticipating, positive, smiling way. Some will choose to turn aside, from selfish, lonesome, blinding pride. Some will choose the love of life, trade pain for peace, lose inner strife. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Pain photo  By dpawatts Joy photo  By hotblack If you enjoyed this poem, visit  Hubpages.

Happy Love ! This post is about two poems that I penned about  Happy Love ! It's also about how I've organized my writing in general. When I started blogging a few months ago and started reviewing my writings, rewriting, and editing them, the best way I could think of to keep track of them for posting was to separate them into different topics. I have folders for all the writings I'm working on: Ready To Go , Working and To Edit , and sub-folders for poems  stories  and articles. I've gone through the Love Poems I've written over the years and have categorized them. The main folder is Love , of course. The next sub-categories I created are In Love and Love Struggle . In the In Love folder I have Strong Love , Happy Love and Ethereal Love . In the Love Struggle folder I have Longing Love and End of Love . There may be other categories for Love but for now, these are the ones that I have utilized at the  moment . It also helps me to focus on the emotions...

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!