The House of Poets -

Don't call me Ma'am,
it just isn't right.
I know down here in the south,
parents have raised their children to be polite.
It makes me feel old,
and that just isn't me.
Save your Ma'ams for some other old person,
I am only 53.

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In the lovely sparks of your eyes
And the sweet smile of your lips
I held her long before it last
The sweet fragrance of the past

Like thou art to me a delicious torment
Of once we was had
A one magic moment
That I treasure within my heart

What a gracious misery of love?
That we ever had before
Yearning and longing to a love that never last
Tears I keep beyond my dreams

Behold my dear!
I am …

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It was four years then
When we first met
How you took glances
And captured me
With your be dimpled smile
I was enchanted
And fall in love deeply
Imprisoned with your hug and kisses
It poison my mind
And twisted it into hallucination
A reality that you can never be mind
I hold on to a promised
That never been once …

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LA ROSA

Que débil es la rosa pero que hermosa es,
son fuertes sus raíces y frágiles sus pétalos;
aparece temprano y se baña de sol
y danza tiernamente mecida por el viento.
Entonces, cae la noche, inclina la cabeza
y se apaga el aroma que desprende su cuerpo
y pierde sus colores encendidos y muere
y toda su belleza se esparce por el suelo.
Igual es mi cariño por ti, como una rosa
que me nace en …

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Love's revealed
Love's denied
Love is sometimes can be a lie
Love is a feeling you rely
Love is a rebel that you want to fly
Love is a moment...a time to grow
Love is a music compensate with your blues
Love is somewhat a question
Love is somewhat an answer
Love …

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Last Hope

She waited
wistfully watching
the horizon

Still he
didn't come
dust rose
she wondered.

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Spoken
dribble
slipping; sliding
stained spot of ink
trite; fading
with lasting memories
softly lingers
a sound in the ears
etched in the eyes
senselessly filled with

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Window Dreams

Gazing endlessly through the windowpane
pondering upon reflective rain drop
caught in the light, mirrors the minds reflection
the mind lingers outside of time and space
eyes that seem blind yet see so deep inside
a voice speaks from somewhere so deep inside
yet there seems to be not a single sound
the …

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