Poem of the Week

Cheryl

Caring is the girl I adore 
Heaven sent and sweet to the core.
Engaging in her sweet love
Radiant is this angel from above.
Young and free is my baby bee
Living life to buzz with me.  

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Destiny

Made the journey in my heart
and closed a chapter in life's book.

For now I ride the fate train
the ride that keeps me sane.

I couldn't control what time washed away
so began to plan my days
But now I don't give a dam
and take it day by day.

For now I ride the fate train
the train that keeps me sane

The compass always sent me off the given course
even though I planned to prosper
in destiny's field of force.


For now I ride the fate train
the train that keeps me sane

Satellites beam my vision 

and visualize the view 

For I don;t want a blur 

I want a worlds that's new

So I will ride the fate train 

the train that keeps me sane

I don't know where god will lead me 

I don't know what's good or bad 

but I took the path I chose

and for this I am glad.

So I will ride the fate train 

the train that keeps me sane

 

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Changing Life's Path

Echo strewn the hollow road
that I hath trod.

A sorry state is the memory lane
where many decisions led to pain.

From the lessons cut into the core
embedded in my memory store.

For mistakes can now be avoided
giving direction to my fate.
and I can heal the deeds I did
before it is to late.

From this moment in my passing years
I will decree to thee,
that what I did in my past
will no longer be.

For I will be a new man
A beacon to you all
No challenge will be beyond me
and I will stand so tall.

With spirit in my heart
happiness in my sight
I will start this journey
to torch my tainted soul

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Gods Mistake

Dainty delicate touch of fear
sent a shiver and a scream down the lost chamber.

Falling down into the hell abyss
where shadows hide the nightmares
and lost souls feed on minds.
Where taps drip with blood
and the stench of blood fills the air.

The final resting place for life's journey
led me there.

Choices made and earthly pleasures,
short term gains don't last forever.

Mixed emotion do I care.
Life was good so sod this lair.

Let the demons tear my flesh
Let the spirits dance away
for they won't kill my lack off guilt.
I will stay strong,
I will not wilt.

I'll look old Satan in the eye
and grind my teeth,
I will not cry.

Alas the flames will rise and roar
to burn my heart and toast my skin
but I tell you now I'm cold within.

For all my bad was not to win
nor with intent to harm and sin.

I still believe my time will come
when I hear the sound of distant drums.

As faith will rule and I will see
the gates of heaven open up for me.



     

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Loves End

With you I have found my peace
no more shall I be restless.

Searching days and searching nights
I feel so glad you ended my plight

Angelic heart and wings of a dove 
God has sent you so I can taste
the food of love.

I prayed to find my soul mate
for I believe in fate.

You are beyond my wildest dreams
You send shivers down my spine
making my heart elate.

Be with me my beauty
never fly away
For I will be you muse
until my dying day.

Dedicated to my future wife 

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Love of an older Woman

Remember my sweet when you fell at my feet
to declare your love for me.

You offered a decree an innocent plea
to lie in my arms and be free.

You made your move in the stable
as you caressed my raven hair

For on the straw I was laden
being stroked and kissed with care

I still feel the heat of your breast
and the taste of your honey sweet lips

I loved the joy you gave me
as you licked and stroked and flicked

I got lost in the moment of pleasure
and the need to be taken in lust

I ignored the years between us
and entwined in a bond of trust

I climaxed at the touch of your delicate tongue
it awoke my womanly need

To be taken this way your bird of prey
was beyond my wildest dreams

So lie with me forever
and be my maiden fair

And when I awake in the morning
I always want you there.

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Old Rebel

Your never to old to be a rebel
let loose with manic mood.
Send shivers down the spine
of the path you want to choose.

Dance on the tables
Decorate the walls
Throw bricks at passers by,
but don't let the young bucks
make your spirit grown and die.

If you want to be a rebel
it's in your heart and in your soul,
and the things you say and do
will truly make you whole.

Never let age separate you from your will,
for life is to short
so take the anarchy pill.