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Love Fantastical She said I made her laugh,  at times she got so hysterical. I loved to hear her laugh,  at times the sound was so lyrical. She always asked me why,  at times she was so quizzical. I loved to make her think, at times she was so metaphysical. She said we were meant to be,  at times it was so mystical I loved to spend my time with her,  at times she was so divinical. She stroked my red-flecked beard, at times it was so rhythmical. I loved to hold her close,  at times we got so physical. She said my humor stung sometimes,  at times I was so satirical. I loved to make up with her, at times we got so spherical. She said I made her feel special, at times she was so angelical. I loved many things about her,  at times they were so numerical © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted from:  qthomasbower via Flickr Creative Commons

in her world now she tried to hide her awkwardness and all the other's gawkwardness she tried to glide but only fell she died inside her silent hell her face and hands weren't beautiful like all the other girls at school she never really quite fit in she died inside her silent sin she liked to draw and liked to paint afraid to show others who might taint the worlds she saw upon white and visited them all by night her fingers stained with oils bright colors were her sole delight she made a place inside a wall she hid her worlds away from all she made her music in her heart no one else could be a part she sang inside a blue-made tune in front of the dark's yellow moon her inner would was all she had soon others saw that she was mad but she alone knew the self-made life was the only place she'd be free from strife she disappeared one autumn day when all were on a holiday she went to someplace she had made where a...

Ballad of Me  With pen  in hand  (I dislike to type.)  sitting, dazed,  I take a swipe. Ink flows  onto  white-lined pad,  methinks aloud,  "'Tis not too bad!"  Rhyming  like  a super bard,  at times,  a poem  can come  hard. Chained,  to a chair,  I sit  and write,  on and on,  through  day  and  night. Coffee  flows,  like the ink, it helps me  focus, thoughts  to think.  Moonlight shines upon the page, nighttime writing  is the rage. Face  is growing  wan  and pallid from lack of sun, so now it's time I end this ballad.  © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Cali4beach via Flickr

Summer Falls Summer sheds his thermal coat Sun retreats from beaming heat Day gets shorter by cool minutes Skin fades from summer tan Mind recalls summer's fun Heart beats to summer past Evening sends his cooler breeze Moon lingers longer than before Stars appear in different places Body bids for more clothes Nose sneezes at ragweed Feet feel the need for socks Tree shakes off browning leaves Harvest slows his ripened gifts School bids the children come Fun changes ways to enjoy Summer season sadly departs Autumn paints fall colors anew © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  Michael Gil via Flickr CC

Take a Walk With Me Slip your hand in mine and let us follow the path to where it may lead. Nestle close as we meander down the grassy avenue, here and there. Stroke my fingers, softly, as we take in the sights on our joyful journey. Brush your silken skin against my arm, as you pull close, while we walk. Whisper gently the ways you love me, as we stroll in the summer sun. Let your soft voice lull me, as we saunter, slowly beneath the shady trees. Speak tender words to me as we amble through the lush, verdant vale. Say my name, slowly, as we promenade along the stream as it flows, nearby. Pause with me, to reflect on the treasured moments we share on this blessed path. Reminisce with me, about how we met, how we fell into this love in which we glory. Reflect with me, on the pleasures we partake of each moment we are joined, in gladness. Linger with me longer, on this sweet journey we have chosen to spend forever, together. © 20...

Love's Bad Rap You really took me in with your philanthropic urges that merged with your shallow-hearted love surges. You tried to claim me like a secondhand table and you treated our love like a secondhand fable. Your image, made of plastic I took for fantastic. My saddened heart does not stretch like elastic. You turned my sunshine into sullen grey, and burned my love-heart to ashes today. You stunned my soul with your sultry essence,  I mistook your heavenly body for quintessence. You spread your lies and back-stab slander and you left me waiting like a bus top stander. You leave my world broke and battered, all my love words torn and scattered. You let me taste your delicious ambrosia. now I wonder what damn ice has froze ya! © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤    ❤ Image:  Sigfrid Lundberg via flickr CC