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Her Poetic Countenance

An unfamiliar beauty, so beautiful, she dulled mine charm
A rich man I was with word, so poor I am now
For all my wit and my wit's gravity her beauty doth disarm
For her sensation animates my treasure on her dainty brow.
How beautiful doth beauty perceive thee
Painted by the stokes of spirit, spiritual rapture
So extraordinary doth passion play its delightful symphony;
Singing my poetry on thy countenance for mine hand to capture.
Blushing like a girl, for a girl my poem be
I want to pluck it charm and pen its sweet ink
Into the language of love that my heart doth see
Thine intelligence is beauty my poetry mine heart me think
I beg thee with elegance set foot into my sonnet and plant thy seed
So in my words thy countenance in my poetry one shall forever read.

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Beautiful Breast

Dainty, delicate and delicious doth meet
On thine breast tender, mild and sweet
Beauty in thy heart veiled by a beauteous breast
Seizes mine sight and mine heart arrest
Thou art a manifestation of tranquil beauty
Nurturing life, possessing love's duty
Enticingly sweet thy gravitate to me
With all love's passion glistening on the breast of thee
Thou kiss mine lips with thine tender breast
And I doth taste thy flesh while thine heart caress
Mine heart too, wert love in us doth meet
On thine tender, mild breast, lovely and sweet

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Beautiful One

Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell
To ravage my world as might a sweet angel.
Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease:
Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.

Oh beautiful creature, sail me do,
As floating on seas of halcyon blue tincture.
You beautiful being, gracing charm
And features that render feel of deep texture.

Your beautiful poise in glide supreme,
Gives such like a vista honed as from heaven.
That beautiful art of face ornate,
Not ever to understate or be riven.

Your beautiful flame of pulchritude
Doth dizzy me high, so I conclude always
You beautiful girl forever be
My shining Janette; my guide; my stairway.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Concord

Tremulous with love thy soul's hand pressures mine heart
So gently thy squeeze an impulse in me and I think of thee
Irresistible dost mine blood rush to mine mind smart
And in my mind, thy beauty with my intelligence I see.
Thy timid and shy engraved on mine love's ornament so faint
Impressing color on mine gray thoughts humorously and keen
With a palette of colors, thy beauty doth weave with thine perfect paint
The most magical charm one's thought hath ever seen.
As though thou read mine mind and played thy part
In harmony with thy gentle hand streaming blood to mine thought
Mine mind in concord with mine tremulous heart
Sincerely revels as thy soul designed from soul and wrought
A noble woman endowed with love's strength and mind
A gentlewoman like thee, understanding and kind..

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Thine Beauty

I bath myself with thy beauty thine
To conceal myself under thee
Warm flesh molded from beauty divine
Solaces pain that inhabits me
I live for you to live free
Gracious, graceful thy sweetly give
All thine love to live in me
By thine beauty with beauty does my love live
So if thou love me like thou say
Thou know that it's thee
That thy beauty and love doth play
In you and in me
Reflecting always in each other's mind
Thine beauty and love, we doth always find…

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Sing Poetry Sing

Through a heart to hearts is poetry a thing
Its meter, its rhyme, its beautiful scheme
Doth play to each, by our own voices sing
The poetic soul in poetry our art supreme.
Delicate, immense, a poem doth shape
The unknown soul, the unwritten mystery
Which in each sorrow, must so escape
Our morbid pain of human misery.
Sing poetry sing for our own sake
Construct thy rhythm for our own soul
And by poetry with poem insinuate love and make
The seed that grow and thine love that control
Our uncertain fate, our pain that dominate
For by thine heart and truth we can concentrate.

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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I Saw Beauty Today

I saw beauty today, more than mine eyes have, ever;
Thou shalt ne'er be absent from my thought-no, never!
Effusive and ebullient, all are made to be ameliorate-
God surely spared no mentation when you, He did create!

I am made better, for my privity to your existence,
Love for thee strengthens my paternal persistence;
You may not know me, as I do you-yet, I assure you
There is but no other, as do I, who doth adore you!
Perchance, you miss me not, as I do for you, yearn-
Yet, my beloved Angel, one day, this too, you will learn!

Fortified in heart, by knowledge of your need for our consort-
My all-consuming passion for same, naught could ever thwart!
I shall again behold the beauty that doth reside with you,
Envision yet not, all the beauty that doth abide with you!

Maurice Harris,9 January 2010

poem by Maurice Harris
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Will death spare thee?

Will death spare thee? Whose life doth bless
Beauty perfected by love's tender stroke
Enthralled in a frame for my eye to caress
Dressed in raiment elegant as baroque
Grandiose in light colors of black, of red
Thou infest mine heart and communicate emotion
An internal beauty, which can never be said
Speaks in awe and humbles by veneration
Refusing to quench death's blood thirst
Thy remain flawless, beyond the limit of time
In a paradise of beauty, wert beauty is nursed
To there mine soul elevates, transcends and doth chime
With the angels unseen and wert earth is abound
In heaven's symphony, in heaven's sound
Wert art live in paradise found…….

Will death spare thee?

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Black

Black is thy thought, doth blacken thy name
Slandered beauty
So black is thy shame
Black is thy pupil doth blacken thy mood
Tortured beauty
So black when thy brood
Black is thy heart doth blacken thy tears
Sorrowful beauty
So black is thy fears
Black is thy skin doth blacken within
Black beauty
So black is thy sin
Black is thy hair doth blacken thy shawl
Despair beauty
So black is the abyss as thy beauty fall…..

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself, away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.

poem by William Shakespeare
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By the degree of charm her countenance foretold

By the degree of charm her countenance foretold
The temperature of beauty, her womanly pride
As graceful as simple and as touching as cold
She seduced mine heart and my soul did abide
Her taste for passion, her loving tender caress
Which her essence withdrew and her heart absorb
Stealing my soul and my poetic finesse
Her sense organ attracted like a gravitating orb
My heart to her heart did my love bequeath
All my talent and genius on her beautiful beauty sweet
Perfectly blended with her sincere soul underneath
Where true love unites and true love meet
But no love for me, and all love to she
She did steal my love, my poetry, my heart sincerely

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old

My glass shall not persuade me I am old
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee Time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me.
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I not for myself, but for thee will,
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
Thou gav'st me thine, not to give back again.

poem by William Shakespeare
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I cannot hear anything but mine own heart beat

I cannot hear anything but mine own heart beat
Thou art still the most beautiful lady I've ever seen
So elegant and refined, graceful and petite
Thou art effeminate in love with beauty serene
Thou define beauty with such eloquence and such charm
No time, no age, no season nor death did trace
Worn lines, wrinkles, sorrow and decay on thee
For by thy bosom love pulsates to thy immortal face
The poetry of flesh; the beauty thy flesh be
An ideal imagination that steams thy beauty fast
And whispers nature's secret's like the silver moon
And reveals beauty like the sun's light cast
And reflects love like profound emotions swoon
I can only hear my heart beat, as I fall and faint
For mine heart, thy beauty took and with thy face did paint…

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Beautiful Death

Time with chisel doth carved many line
In thine countenance wrinkled thou lay supine
In front of my eyes I see beauty bear
Death as dotage thine heart's only wear
Underneath thy raiment doth love subtly grow
Into me as I look at life of love thy soul did show
A beautiful death, is a beautiful life
With life and death there is no need to strife…

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Blinded By Beautiful and Innocent Sweetness

Born into beauty as beauty bequeath
Her gift of sentiment pouring into thee
Shaping a lady with innocence underneath
Gracefully flowing into thine heart free.
Thine fruit doth grow, like a fragile fig tree
For thy faithful lover to gently pick
And taste thy sweet juice, the sweetness of thee
Till thy sweetness doth make a lover love sick.
Innocent thy poison thy lover's blind faith
As blind as night, thy lover cannot see
That thy innocent beauty, famish till wraith
So I eat thy fruit till death take me
For I am thy lover, whom drinks thy sweet
And drinks to death, till I feel mine love complete

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Poetry Is All In One!

Passion for poetry is insatiable!
Poetry gives pleasure nothing can!
Poetry is many subjects under one roof!
Poetry never bores to write and read ever!
Poetry is a compression of many ideas in a nut shell!
Poetry displays power of pen to capture men ever!
Poetry captures as photo castles built in air!
Poetry is spontaneous over flow of ides!
Poetry flows free if extemporary!
Poetry is prolific words sure!
Poetry is a thing of joy!
Poetry is beauty!
Poetry is witty!
Poetry cheers!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Fundo

Thou art love's sweet dew which frost mine heart
Dressed in chemise white, love's scintillating tart
My heart blooms into pink lilies fair as thine dew melts
Ores of love from hate for mine heart smelts
Into beautiful, soft, delicate, elegant silk
As pure as light as white as milk
To wrap thee in and love with beauty cherish
In my grasps we melt with love till love doth perish…

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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A Beautiful Heart

Beautiful Girl
Beautiful Heart
The two don't always go together
Neither, necessarily apart

A beautiful girl
You might come across every day
and you might feel an attraction
We're wired that way

But in time you know
what others eventually learn
It's a beautiful heart
that's better to earn

Because beauty only goes so far
and is skin deep
But a beautiful heart
is forever to keep

And long after beauty has faded
she'll likely remain jaded
Vanity in its place remains
seeking approval and gains

But a beautiful heart
grows in its grace
and gracefulness is its own beauty
and puts a smile on your face

When you see the eyes
and you look deep inside
you can see many things
that some may hide

A beautiful heart
is so hard to find
Treasure above priceless art
Inspire me to be kind

One special girl
will remind you of both
Beauty and a beautiful heart
and you'll gravitate to her from the start

She'll play on your soul
and she'll stay gentle on your mind
and you find yourself dreaming
'I wish somehow she was mine'

But of the two if you could so choose
a bet on which you can never lose
Choose the beautiful heart
Because that heart will melt away your blues

A beautiful heart will increase your joy
and increase your hope
and make you feel like a man
More than just a toy

If you find a girl with a beautiful heart
Give her love from the very start
Treat her kind and with dignity and care
and for you, she'll always be there

poem by James T. Adair
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Act II, Scene III

Act II, Scene III:

'Solitude, lovely, solitude' the
Queen claims to the air
Carries away a message
on the wind
may her Love hear

'Upon mine knees, the rapture there, in thought
mine love doth dwell
Carry away mine heart to thee,
fulfilling all ecstasy
With single purpose full of thought
search thee out and comfort bring
For on mine lips a song
doth ring

My Love, my Love where err thou go, my Love, mine heart to thee bestow'
Sitting, silent listening to the clatter below
Taking drink and ponders
feeling the know

poem by Queen Oneeightytwo
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Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I

Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,
Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee;
Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my history:
If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.

Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame
A nest for praise in my young laurel tree:
In truth I swear, I wish not there should be
Grav'd in mine epitaph a poet's name:

Ne if I would, could I just title make,
That any laud to me thereof should grow,
Without my plumes from others' wings I take.

For nothing from my wit or will doth flow,
Since all my words thy beauty doth indite,
And Love doth hold my hand, and makes me write.

poem by Philip Sidney
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A Selfish Lover

My love doth not love but love it feels
Inside my heart which is deaf and mute.
I cannot love thee but my soul peals
The song of love into sweet fruit.
Love is the virtue, I selfishly hoard
A vice to entrap mine only good.
In the miser in me, my fruit I store
And eat for myself as love should.
But my heart doth not hear
And my heart doth not speak
The rich love my soul endear
Or the love thine heart seek?
For I do love one, but only me
If thou call that love or being miserly?

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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