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When you touch me softly and gently,
All my problems disappear physically and mentally,
Your touch first starts at my spine,
It lets me know everything is fine,
Your touch lets me feel loved,
Like a higher power sent you from above,
Your voice is so sweet, so gentle,
You give me reason to be kindle,
The first time we touched,
I no longer felt the Clutch,
You have the power of Healing Hands,
For this I know you have many fans.
Written by: Trey Jones
this is an universal law
birth, life and death
applies to lilies equally….
but the only flower that survives
in pages of history,
on the shelves of time
in libraries
is a lovely rose only
a rose,
from buttons on coats,
to biers
it’s the most sought out flower…
hence give due merit to me,
there is yet to be a rose born
like ...
Lovedly
ROSE
The thorns pierce
The Rose
and it bleeds
betrayed
by its own nature
Still they live
in Odomankoma's womb,
and cast pearls
into the ocean
we call the starry sky.
They look down
into his pot,
and ask the old (wo)man
What is that black smoke
and that flashing flame?
Why do they cry
when they know
you do not hear?
Odomankoma,
wisest in all the heavens,
tells them:
That is hell,
with her new gods,
preaching fashion and make up.
My daughter sits at table
I know how she tilts her head
like mine
And she's always able
to mimic
my comedy foibles
I wonder as I gaze upon
her wistful face how
She will find herself
I will long
for her adventures
as she stumbles
into her life
My daughter
is me
but with possibilities
don't you see?
Samurai snowflakes
bird song slice through frigid air
light-hearted, the moon
~~~~~
poet code-talkers
running like fine race horses
speaking many tongues
~~~~~
never the same leaf
blossoms, silent the cherry
everything is light
~~~~~
golden calf is living
high off low economy,
rich get richer still
~~~~~~
there are debts to pay
Lucifer comes collecting,
what is left behind?
Sinking, falling, shaping reshaping,
through the strata of life's great layered dream,
becoming green, blue, any hue that fits
with present situations,
ever revised and analysed, weighed,
balanced on the scales of common sense,
and even that has moments of pure doubt.
We've been together for so long
memories of the times before
now seem out of place and wrong
like bare shelves in a busy store.
How can it have come to be
we've shared three and forty valentines?
Though time has been unkind to me
you've improved like rare red wine.
Our path has not always been smooth
as we've traveled through the many years.
You haven't anything to prove,
you've already shed too many tears.
sincere
the breath of time comes to linger
and lay
like china smiles
tinged glass
slide drawer with cards
and cigarette silver case
drawn away thoughts
by a raucous cry of a dark bird
whose shiny eye exclaims
voices from realms
a visitation in steps
an engine idling in park
a phone cell number
when bored for a lark
we wait broken from the spell
the cloy of antiseptic balm
and boiler steam heat
fingerprints on brass numeral
buttons
I pushed aside the low brushwoods new
To find my peace there hidden from view
These many years since I returned to see
There waiting for me my favourite tree
Amidst a sea of emerald grass seen
A seat for me to sit and dream
These dreams to my mind shown
Normally touching my soul alone
I feel the presence of the years
My inner self releases its fears
Not tethered to a physical being
A free spirit climbing to places hidden
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