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My Wife, In Love and Caring

Those deep etched lines upon her face
Have been incised by love and caring.
I touch her cheek, my fingers trace
Those deep etched lines upon her face,
Which manifest her selfless grace;
Her gift of years. I stand declaring,
Those deep etched lines upon her face
Have been incised by love and caring.

(A Triolet)

poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Nothing is Lost

Nothing is lost.
We are too sad to know that, or too blind;
Only in visited moments do we understand:
It is not that the dead return ---
They are about us always, though unguessed.

This penciled Latin verse
You dying wrote me, ten years past and more,
Brings you as much alive to me as the self you wrote it for,
Dear father, as I read your words
With no word but Alas.

Lines in a letter, lines in a face
Are the faithful currents of life: the boy has written
His parents across his forehead, and as we burn
Our bodies up each seven years,
His own past self has left no plainer trace.

Nothing dies.
The cells pass on their secrets, we betray them
Unknowingly: in a freckle, in the way
We walk, recall some ancestor,
And Adam in the color of our eyes.

Yes, on the face of the new born,
Before the soul has taken full possession,
There pass, as over a screen, in succession
The images of other beings:
Face after face looks out, and then is gone.

Nothing is lost, for all in love survive.
I lay my cheek against his sleeping limbs
To feel if he is warm, and touch in him
Those children whom no shawl could warm,
No arms, no grief, no longing could revive.

Thus what we see, or know,
Is only a tiny portion, at the best,
Of the life in which we share; an iceberg’s crest
Our sunlit present, our partial sense,
With deep supporting multitudes below.

poem by Anne Barbara Ridler
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Perceptions

At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
At whose expense,
Is that smile upon your face...
Permanently etched,
Not to show a trace of fear.

At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
Who kept the clouds away from your shine?
And...
How is this happening all the time,
When I am certain what you see does not exist.

Who did you listen to that convinced you to do this?
And how high is that balloon you see flying?

At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
At whose expense,
Is that smile upon your face...
Permanently etched,
Not to show a trace of fear.

Just how near or far are you,
From my own learned perceptions?
And sometimes confused and conflicted by deception.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pain Was Etched

The pain was etched
Into his face
By every swing of his hammer
Every quiver of muscle
On his body vibrated with pain
The pain was accompanied
By the mental and spiritual exhaustion
Of worries about his family and bills
That could not be paid
His mind body and spirit
Were loaded with pain
Like a train hauling coal
Through the WV mountainside
That appeared to have no end
The only thing clearer
Than the pain
Etched into his face
Was the pride and dignity
That he had purchased
With every dropp of sweat
That he had bled

poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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If I Write A Few Lines

IF I WRITE A FEW LINES

If I write a few lines
My mind will open
My heart will take heart
I will begin to believe in myself again.
If I write a few lines
I will say that I still somewhere am alive,

Writing these lines
In such deep deep sadness and trouble,
I try
And word by word
Squeeze out a bit of Hope.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Who You Are To Me

if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you

if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Read These Lines This Morning

if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines that are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you

if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am

i, who is nothing to you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deep

Every time I hear the sound of the rain
Beating on my roof again
I want to taste your love
And I want to go deep
Deep
I want to go deep
Deep
I want to go deep
Every time I lift my eyes to the sky
Something in my heart asks why
I want to know the truth
And I want to go deep
Deep
I want to go deep
Like the footprints
Disappearing from the sand
I try to catch the thought
It slips right through my hand
And as the darkness
Throws its cloak upon the ground
I start to run to you
Ive got to take you down
I want to go deep
Deep
I want to go deep
Deep
I want to go deep
Every time I feel Im loosing my way
The power of your love remains
I want to touch your love
An I want to go deep
Deep
I want to go deep
Deep
I want to go deep
Deep
I want to go deep

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Painting From Memory

what could be more noble
than a son to paint a canvas
a portrait painted with years
of love heartfelt appreciation

a portrait of a beloved mother
lines of deep love appreciation
beauty bestowed upon mother
her face eternally young loving

you were extremely blessed
to have the love and discipline
of a wonderful caring mother
a mother among all mothers

radiant smile smiling as you smile
holding comforting ever loving
good fortune is having such a mother
a great blessing wonderful wise

a love like this is comfort blessing
during all the lived days of our life

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sensory Mind Foam

etched into my memory
like fossils burned in stone
your face, your smile oh so promisory
your love, not real, illusory
and yet still i moan
inside at the mere thought of touch and kiss
sensory mind foam
this yes i do still miss
churning up through memory's door
the way we osculated
light and playfully
or so passionately
we did articulate
without words to thus restrain
those feelings deep within our mind
not spoken in frame
just continuance, a cruel head game

poem by C.S. Keskuela
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Princess that’s far away

At a time I could say my words
face to face to you,
and you knew
how deep my love is,

but now you are to far away
and I wonder if my poems
still make an impression on you.

Like the night
and sparkling stars flee
from the sun in the day
we are separated

and a shadow falls
drawing long lines
between us

and still you forever remain
the princess of my heart.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I'm Eighteen

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen
and I don't know what I want
Eighteen
I just don't know what I want
Eighteen
I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin in outer space
Oh yeah

I got a
baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
Cause I'm

Eighteen
I get confused every day
Eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen
I gotta get away

Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle
the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT
Yes I like it
Oh I like it
Love it
Like it
Love it
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen and I LIKE IT

song performed by by Alice Cooper from Essentials
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Silence Of The Grieving

i weep...
for i cannot help but feel,
the etched lines in the starving child's face,
the fear of the soldier's conscience.
the desperate blade of the homeless,
the anger of the addict...
the hatred that is poverty,
the hopelessness of the unemployed.
the slap against the face of color,
the rage of prisons, and trailer parks.
the half naked children playing with broken glass,
the kid who cant take it anymore.
the blow against those who dare to be different,
against those who dare to be what they are.
the hardened path of the single parent,
the lostness of the child who doesnt understand.
the sound the dying make when they're alone,
the labored breath of the sleepless night.
the touch of the rain on the fallen leaf,
the silence of the grieving.
i weep...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Raven Black

flowers etched in glass
their bloom immortalized,
their frangrance a frozen promise
never tested hence never broken....

flowers etched in glass
their couplets monogamous prophets
suspended in impotent fidelity
never lured hence never wavered

flowers etched in glass
paragons of worth
my reflection amidst them
human, tarnished, raven black

poem by Wardha Jawdat
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0371 Reading behind the lines

So if it makes you feel great,
OK, go ahead -
as long as you're making yourself more attractive
for me, not your next husband...
OK, look like Anne Robinson if you must;
yes, she is great seen full-face, I grant
but now she's got no profile
to match those wit-sharp comments
to a sideways glance...

and yes, it's blushingly well-known
than a man can't even recognise his own wife in a crowd
if she's had her hair done in the interim...
so who am I - except the one who loves you
like the supper we've had every week
since we were courting? ...

but let me just say this:
I who have loved you
in my quiet way
like a favourite book (now, where did I put it? ...)
love those fine lines, that time and - we - have etched;
we men, surprise, are something of a connoisseur of lines:

the lines that cross your forehead: there, because
you're just so silly about not being seen by other men
with spectacles on your nose -
as if that told strange men
a lie and not the truth...

if they were lines of worry, anxiety, failure -
they'd be my responsibility, not yours...

and then the lines around the mouth:
that's a national thing in part -
it's well known that American women
welcome you with open mouth;
(and teeth! ...pearls? more like spotlights...) but
Europeans greet you with a smile of eyes;
(and there are cruder analogies I'll leave unsaid) :
so look carefully, man,
those smile-lines - a little forced;
or natural?
accommodating show-biz whopping tooth-caps?
upward and sweet-natured? or that downward turn
that bespeaks a critical mind you might come home to every night?

then the lines under your eyes - none of my business, those:
that's a matter of heredity or, OK, cosmetic surgery...
please yourself, my darling;
you've bags of skin, I've bags of money. That was a joke.

but the lines around the sides of your sweet eyes -
ah, how I love those...
the European smile that makes a man's heart melt;
'crow's feet' indeed! there's written, years of happy life,
and children, friends; the world itself
in those sweet lines...

' In those dear lines, my love, your soul is caught;
Your soul; my life; without them I am aught.'...

OK go ahead, spend my money if it makes you happy -
you know I'll always go along with you...
(I don't know yet, how I'll respond
at parties now when carefree younger men
give you that searching glance that chancers give...)

But please, I beg of you, don't ask your surgeon
with his character-erasing tools
to take away those lines around the corners of your eyes,
that smile at me
from a lifetime that's been shared.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Facebook

Everyone asks me
To join Facebook.

Even you do!

My Love,
Your face is
Etched in the
Book of my
Heart.

I see you:
Every moment
Of every day :)

I don't need to
Go there
And see you!

You are all within me
Around me
Beside me.
You surround me
With myriad images
Of your beautiful face.
You are all in all…
In me.

My eyes mirror you.

My Love,
I don't need
Facebook
To see you!

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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An Ageing Gipsy Woman

An ageing woman of no fixed abode
She has travelled down many a road
The lines of life etched on her face
And she is one who ages with grace.

Born into the wandering way of life
And is she a mother and to an ageing Rom a wife
And does her children play music and sing
And dance around the camp-fire in a ring.

All she asks is a small help from you
A gold or silver coin maybe two
Towards her ticket to her next destiny
How far distant from Paris or to where that might be.

The darkness of her eyes and her hair
And the colourful scarf that she wear
A beautiful though ageing Gipsy Rose
She strikes such a classical pose.

One can detect the pride of her race
And the wisdom in her beautiful face
The wisdom the years only bring
To one who should be a Queen for a King.

Discrimination against her she surely has known
But any thoughts of inferiority she has outgrown
So elegant, graceful and proud
She would stand out in any crowd.

The camera of course never lies
It has captured the wisdom in her brown Romany eyes
The great book of life by her read
And of her what more can be said.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Eighteen

Eighteen
Alice Cooper
(Bruce, Cooper, Dunaway, Smith, Buxton)
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen
and I don't know what I want
Eighteen
I just don't know what I want
Eighteen
I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin in outer space
Oh yeah
I got a
baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
Cause I'm
Eighteen
I get confused every day
Eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen
I gotta get away
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle
the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT
Yes I like it
Oh I like it
Love it
Like it
Love it
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen and I LIKE IT

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Time Lines

i have said nothing for time wont allow me.
time lines... time lines... time lines, what i felt for you has turned to confusion.
as time lines up our times together worry overshadows my 'influenced' judgement.
time lines..

our future perfectly sealed for i filled my heart with your promises.
time outlined your feelings for me..
times we spent together seem so far away like the times of the early bud.

our love has lost its will to florish like juliets rose.
time has outlined my affection for you.
time lines.. time lines..

the memories we once cherished together, the lines that have been put between us by time have destroyed the love once shared by you and me.
time has been thought to mend broken hearts ALAS, it has made matters worse.
time lines me and you. time lined our fate through spectatr critiques.
we possess souls joint together by time, YET its time that divides us.
time took its tole on our love.

is this forbidden love? that time has outlined

time lines my emotions of love for you..

time lines my emtions.
time lines.... time lines

poem by Njube Nangamso
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Embrace The Healing Powers Of Love

why is it
so many women
who hate

men with anger
passion intensified
have shadows

empty etched
into souls
in pain residue?

strange same
phenomena is
pattern etched

into hating
males also
a life tragedy

lost souls
in both sexes
need to

learn to embrace
the healing powers
of love love love