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KISS OF THE MORNING DEW It has been so long Since last your sweet lips kissed me So, too, like the dry earth craves the Heavenly rains, a dark longing for your touch my body has sorely missed. Waiting patiently until you are once again near, Whispering those sweet words I have waited to hear. Their sound drips like the dew from the gentle petals of a sleeping flower awakened by the early morn's warmth. Then, faintly, hearing the low moans of passion's embrace and conducting a fingertip symphony across the cords of her spine, with a familiar melody, like the wings of a humming bird, I chase the beads of sweet nectar through the paternal passage of time. As the sweet nectar gently rolls down the long stem Of the newly budded flower, Trumpets blare, signaling that love's intensity Has reached the bass drum's depths of her soul. Lying here with afterthoughts of you, brings such strong emotions, Our bodies drenched in Love's fragrance, like the moist earth, tilled after a cleansing rain, Your touch soothes me like the shade from the mighty oak tree Alas, it is... ... A good morning... sweet dew. LeNora Devine (c) lvd@mdbinfonet.com Chris "Valentino" Hare (c) poetic_joker@yahoo.com ========================================================== Sister Sun reach for me, Sister Sun! stretch out your warming rays as arms, to envelop me in your care. hold me close, Sister, never letting go and, with your bright smile, fill my Center with the energy that left me in the onset of Terrible Fall. make my spirit soar; heal me sing to me, Sister Sun! wake me from my winter hibernation, with your sweet voice of spring. shine, and embrace me with the warmth of your precious love, stroke, and caress me with the passion of your summer's heat; seduce me comfort me, Sister Sun! shield me from the cold winds that even now threaten my newfound joy in you. hold the stinging rain at bay just long enough for me to gain a steady footing again, enabling me to charge up my reserves; protect me. love me, Sister Sun! from sun rise to sun down. Penetrate this black skin. stimulate, ignite, unleash the power of the melanin that flows within. surround me with your majesty kiss me with your gracious presence David L. Weeks (c) weeks@nichemarket.com and Rose "Bams" Cooper (c) bams@nichemarket.com ========================================================== SYMPHONY Listening to the rain fall, Sounding like tiny drums, The wind is the violin, Carrying the melody as it hums. Lightening plays across the sky, In flashes of yellow and white, As God directs a symphony, That brightens up the night. The clouds whisper softly by, Some more harshly speak, Looking dark and angry, Across the sky there streak. The morning sun comes shining through, Like a very stirring movement, But the stormy music continues, The tiny drums more evident. Dorothy Benner (c) dorilvn@N-Link.com ========================================================== PASSIONATE BLUE SKIES Birds singing in the morning, Trees blowing in the wind. Tranquil beauty surrounds me, This is how my day begins. Such peace and tranquil beauty, As far as the eye can see. Never before in all of my life, Did I envision this happening for me. The life I chose to live before, Seems now - so far away. A life I thank GOD for getting me away from, Each and everyday. These are gifts to me from GOD, Each morning I arise. A sea of green soy beans, A field of green beautiful trees. All under passionate blue skies. Janice "Flower" Haskins (c) Elancor1@aol.com ========================================================== THE ROOM I BUILT I was sitting in the shadows, Peeking shyly out, Watching the world spin by, Thru a one way window, Safely concealed from those without. Serene, I would spy, I watched People hug and greet A quick peck here, And there a longer kiss, A holding hug, that lingers on so sweet, Tender words spoken in a willing ear, Promises made not to miss. And then the couple so sad, Walking apart. Eyes downcast, Pain by mime, Clearly in love, but also mad, A team pulling apart the marriage cart, No rein to pull them in line. And then I saw him walking by, Lost, Loveless and single, An Island standing against the sea And I thought I would cry, As he rushed on refusing to mingle, For I realized that could be me. For behind this one way glass, Is a soul tired and worn, Tattered by sorrow and guilt, Wearing a smiling mask, Should I unveil myself to a world so foreign? Or stay in this room that I built? Shaun Cecil (c) unteteunbois@usa.net ========================================================== HANGING OUT Arcs of light From the street lamps and neon signs Showcase pools of life in miniature Each pool a world unique to itself Representing life in various angles and degrees Primordial swamp things coalesce In dark alleys and dank doorways Waiting for their moment to perform Sulfuric stenches of growth, death and rebirth Alight upon my nostrils As picturesque as a horsefly on a fresh pile of shit Subconscious memory recollections Of the anger, fear and resignation Of life lived too hard, too fast Life displayed in malignant moments Destiny subsisting on the edge of Civilized periphery Homeless and hungry Prostitute and destitute Drug-addicted and ambition afflicted These are my brothers and sisters This is my life. Nicole V. McLean (c) phoenix_nm@yahoo.com
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