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I've Given Myself to You

You have captured an essence.
A cascading flow...
With a scent I know.
No one will take that away from me.
Or you.
No matter what they do.
I feel you.
I recognize you.
The others...
Are not allowed to approach me like this.
I've given myself to you.
And what I have given...
Can not be returned.
I've given myself to you.
And what I have given...
Only you have earned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Scent

As I lay alone late tonight I hold your pillow tight and inhale your scent.
The scent that sends my mind back to the last time we made love.
Now, as I inhale more of the scent of you I start to feel your presences.
I begin to feel soft tenderness of your kisses.
I then feel your touch stroking every inch of my body.
I also feel the motion of your hips just like I did the last night we made love.
As I take one last deep breath and inhale the scent that is the essence of you.
I feel you doing the same thing as you also lay alone without me.

poem by Lore Me34
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I captured a butterfly in a jar

I captured a butterfly in a jar
I danced around in the grass for hours
Chasing it down stumbling falling laughing
Making the chase the most rewarding

I captured a butterfly in a jar
There it was for me to hold and keep forever
Anytime I wanted to relish in the joy of life
There it was for me to look upon

I captured a butterfly in a jar
Time eroded on and all things change
The butterfly became just another bug
Trapped in a glass cage

I captured a butterfly in a jar
And saw how sad it truly was
A prisoner and I the jailer
I had to let it go

I captured a butterfly in a jar
I opened that lid and allowed it to go
And it flew away far from me
It left me yearning for that summer day

I captured a butterfly in a jar
But maybe it captured me
Because ever since that butterfly flew away
I have never again felt free

poem by Joe Rivas
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She Is Mother Nature Keeper of Our Lives!

She stands upon the shores of time
Contemplating the rhythm of time

She bends slowly like a graceful swan
To dip her hands into the cool essence of life

She watches the ripples as they flicker through the water
Cascading into seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years

Generating the life of a child she watches
As it grows from baby to toddler to young child

Then onto turbulent years of teenager and young adult
The ripples cascading through the years

As the child becomes a man/woman
She gasps at how the flow of life shifts into the ripples of time

She watches as the ripples decide what fate beholds them next
She smiles at souls as it changes their hues of colours to blend with life

She is the essence that all there is
She is a beauty within
She is Mother Nature the keeper of our Lives

poem by Kaila George
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It's interesting, because in the corporate stuff there's a dichotomy there, depending on the creator. Even what, in essence, may be a very safe corporate approach, there is some stuff that is allowed to be pushed.

quote by Bill Sienkiewicz
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Shake The Nightmare From Your Head

Shake the nightmare from your head
Awaken…
Let not the black magicians beguile you
Fan away their dark clouds of confusion
Refuse them your blood and life essence

The time is ripe for transparency/truth
You’ve hungered for sovereignty
Take it…

Recognize your divine self
Recognize your true destiny
Recognize your place in the Cosmos

Eternity awaits you…

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Feeling The River Flowing Inside Me

I didn't think about whether I was writing poems.
I was thinking.
And the more I was thinking,
the more there was I didn't understand

— David Anti

did i have as my goal to understand?
no it isn't, it is merely to feel how i feel,
and keep a record about it,
i write like a river, actually
i do not know where i am going,
i just go with the flow, i close my eyes
and feel the
flow, and not ask where am i going?
for that is not the question
and there will be no answers, nothing specific
it is only the flow, and the sound, and the color and
the scent,

i am told, all rivers go to the sea
it is the truth, and i do not question it.
i do not ask any understanding about the sea when i arrive there.

again it is just a feeling.
perhaps, you may change the term

it is possibly faith
understated.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Elytis 1

It doesn't matter how one attends,
or how after it he goes fervent,
always, always will approach the end,
a second life won't flow in current.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Alzheimer's Disease

Twice,
There would be goodbyes...
Spoken.
With hearts broken.
And words uncertain,
If heard and understood.

~As an essence known,
Would flow to go.~

Twice,
A familiar light of life...
Would flicker to slowly dim.
As those loved ones and friends,
Stood by to witness...
Without a defense to what commenced.

~As an essence known,
Would flow to go.~

And...
Just once,
In the end...
Alzheimer's Disease,
Would finally win...
This long and emotional battle.

~As an essence known,
Would flow to go...
Away.~

Dedicated To:
Those who knew and suffered through,
The losing of close family members and friends...
To Alzheimer's Disease.

'You are loved and missed,
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar...
By all who knew and loved you too.'
My wonderful Grandmother.

~lsp~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ship That Never Returned

On a summer's day while the waves were rippling, with a quiet and a gentle breeze;
A ship set sail with a cargo laden for a port beyond the sea.