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grey cloud days less full grey cloud days, hope less ways, i wander long, joy less haze. path less journey, fill my roads, world weary legs, burden borne loads. friend less futures, glean flat emotions, faith less times, motion less oceans. bleak full minutes, mark each hour, blank bland seconds, power less cower. heart less actions, leads choice's chance, remorse full fails, step less dance. time less present, gloom full date, guide each moment, blind fortune's fate. dark's full miasma, makes men melt, will less wisdom, fear full felt. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By krosseel

Red Roses dear The day is setting, down goes the sun. Now is the time, dear, for an evening of fun. Draw the shades, dear, and lower the lights. It's gonna be one of those wild, crazy nights. Light some candles and pour out some wine. Soon, my dear, we'll both feel so fine. Open the fireplace, set a hot fire, Our time tonight, dear, our heart's desire. Fluff up the pillows, dear, get ready to play. Soon we will be having fun, our own funny way. Make sure your toes, dear, are cozy and warm, Smell the sweet roses, get into rare form. It's time to perform the lessons we've learned, Time to get paid, dear, the dues we have earned. Set up all of the pieces, lay them all out, Dear, this game of Monopoly, is what love is all about. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Jaqueline

still trace I can  still trace her face from memory: her girlish smile, the ticklish cleft above her lip, her full, pink, kissable, lips, the curve  of her cheeks, the way her  hair curled on the side  of her head, the way her  nose crinkled when she  smiled  at me, her sunny,  sandy, soft,  blonde hair  that hung down  around her  smooth, round, shoulders, the dimples that pulled me  into them, every,  time,  she smiled. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤

Nature's awakening The Spring sun shone silently. Nature roared to life. Robins and sparrows burst into a  cacophony of chirps and whistles. Tress and grasses greened and grew, crackling, in the woods. Flowers, budded and burst brilliantly; the yellows, the reds, the blues and all the shining, shimmering dew filled buds brimmed, beautifully. And I whistled a morning tune as basked in  Nature's awakening. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ If you enjoyed this poem, please find more of my writing  here.

Image:  By Jorge Royan (Own work) CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons two-step She did a two-step on my heart, my poor heart broke and fell apart. She kept dancing; it shattered more, I swept my broken heart up off the floor. I gathered up the thousand pieces, my furrowed brow turned into creases. She kept on dancing: I just sagged. My splintered heart stuffed in a bag. I flung the sack across my back. My empty chest was cold and black. I wandered near and wandered far, my loveless heart wished upon a star. I carried my heart to be repaired, the tinker shook his head then stared. "A broken heart is not a pot," he said. My face turned white, then turned red. My heart was cold in my little bag. All my hopes began to flag. Lo! In the distance, I heard a song. I listened deep, listened long. I followed the sound of the lovely tune, about love gone 'round the moon. With my sack in hand I ran a course, up then...

She stood She stood there immobile, frozen, still. No feelings dwelt there; lifeless chill. Her ice-clad heart, stuck in her breast. Her swollen center, hollow ice-chest. A pirouette, her arms poised, fourth position, caught in pose, dancing in full transition. Her feet, left in front of right, toes pointed out, snug-fit slippers, her frosted lips caught, in mid-shout. He saw her standing, still-life, statuesque beauty; to thaw her heart became his heart's duty. Her beat-less heart, her bosom un-throbbed; he touched her cheek, felt her woeful sob. The dancer's emotions, her body portrays, thawing feelings, her hurt displays. He grasped her hands, felt ice melts, frosted cheeks, now rosy welts. His gentle smile, manly grasp on her hip, warm man-hands, with tender grip. Her bosom now, moving, heaving slight, her smile now thawing, face now bright. Muscles moving, graceful flexion, they smoothly move in one direction. ...

Her funny... Her funny laugh fills me. Her button nose thrills me. Her silky locks, vaunt and please me. Her sinewy hips, taunt and tease me. Her hazel eyes mesmerize. Her sunny smile surprises. Her satin lips, purse and mock me. Her rosy cheeks, coerce and rock me. Her soft hand caresses me. Her sweet soul blesses me. Her loving heart, helps and heals me. Her soaring spirit, head over heels me. Her tender love amazes. Her gentle ways set me ablaze. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by: Sophie Gengembre Anderson [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons