Passion's Angst
Blustery bellows thrust,
frozen winds and sleet
Unto rebelling angst,
as inner passions secrete
Tempered emotions lament,
their once unbridled lust
Mourning dissipated love
vibrant colors, now lifeless rust
Pushing against it's forceful gale,
passing time weathers desire
Cold dampened, sheets of pain
quell the irrepressible inner fire
Yet motionless, thoughts linger
Forever breathless, memories stand still
Elusive, is the unattainable calm,
as torrential storms rage within
the unfulfilled.
T. Labbe
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Tempered by Fire
Fire burning oh so pure
Calm, steady and so secure
Strength tested by the fire
Burning through one heart's desire
As if forming fine steel
All that one knows and feels
Stripped of emotions completely
A cleansing so bitter sweet
Tempered in bright fire
With one heart's desire
To the very depth of one's soul
Beyond to it's fiery core
Trying to escape from the pain
Wanting so much to gain
As if in a deep and dark well
Struggling to remove a painful shell
Running tired from the sorrow
Looking for joy on the morrow
Forced through one's grief
As if shaken by a thief
Consumed with pain and grief
Leaving one so very weak
Tested and tempered by fire
Flames that purified one's desire
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To The Dusk
She returned
to the dusk,
so many often do
Daybreak,
an
eternity away
The
season of
wine and song,
longing and laughter
had become
dull in thought
Forever remembrances
weren't
hollow words.
But time
has it's own idea
of the memories
which remain
Struggling recollections
beg for clarity.
but her heart
knows of the lust,
and long forgotten desire
Truth
retains integrity
of eternal intent
Time and age
have the advantage
of knowing
what is best for the heart
But it's the heart
which knows what is
best for the soul.
T. Labbe`
Sunset of our Life
The sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze
just as the Autumns foliage glistens
amidst it's frosted, sun-drenched glaze
No fading, timid emotions
for passion still rages within
ever longing for a sensual being
to lay beside wanting skin
Cooling embers of age
are naïve as youthful lust
crying hands held back tears
of loves we felt unjust
Reluctantly we concede to time
in attempt to suffocate want
searing pain, silently screams
knowing only loneliness and it's taunt
For the sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze
under winters cold white blanket
is where love's burning desire
silently lays.
by
T. Labbe`
Time Breathes
The
breath
of time
resuscitates
the
exhausted
heart
Dust and decay
lifeless
ruins
now
emancipated
love has known
many heros
reaching far
beyond it's call.
love is effort
/less
T. Labbe`
Do not cry for me
Do not cry for me
I alone, own my pain
Do not cry for me
for that, I have the rain
Do not cry for me
many mistakes I have made
Do not cry for me
and the love I now crave
Do not cry for me
alone is where I belong
Do not cry for me
solitude has made me strong
Do not cry for me
for my tears dampen bed sheets at night
Do not cry for me
for when I dream, that's where love's memory takes flight
by
T. Labbe`
Lovelorn
Still,
Silent Snow
blankets regret
muted emotion,
white lifeless hue.
A dance of a love's
brilliant light
was once the breath
of springtime's dew
Scattered leaves
of Autumn's past
strewn throughout
it's lonely street
amidst, cold,
damp pavement
whence we struggle,
yet to breathe
Wailing cries
and muffled sobs;
misery suffocates
the mourn
Sorrowful eyes,
forever weep
the broken hearts
of the lovelorn
T. Labbe`
A Sonnet
Flattering Hope, away and leave me,
She'll not come, thou dost deceive me;
Hark the cock crows, th' envious light
Chides away the silent night;
Yet she comes not, oh ! how I tire
Betwixt cold fear and hot desire.
Here alone enforced to tarry
While the tedious minutes marry,
And get hours, those days and years,
Which I count with sighs and fears
Yet she comes not, oh! how I tire
Betwixt cold fear and hot desire.
Restless thoughts a while remove
Unto the bosom of my love,
Let her languish in my pain,
Fear and hope, and fear again;
Then let her tell me, in love's fire,
What torment's like unto desire?
Endless wishing, tedious longing,
Hopes and fears together thronging;
Rich in dreams, yet poor in waking,
Let her be in such a taking:
Then let her tell me in love's fire,
What torment's like unto desire?
Come then, Love, prevent day's eyeing,
My desire would fain be dying:
Smother me with breathless kisses,
Let me dream no more of blisses;
But tell me, which is in Love's fire
Best, to enjoy, or to desire?
poem by Francis Beaumont
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The Quite Fire
Quite is the fire, quite is the dreams,
quite is the passions, the laughter and the tears,
Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.
Quite is the fire it's like a snow bird in flight,
lie still, lie still and take in the moment.
For we shall remember how to dream, it's like watching a
quite fire.
For a quite fire is like timeless echos in the winds.
A quite fire can soothe a lonely soul in passing.
quite is the fire.
A quite fire can take you over in a moment, it's magic,
A quite fire can burn deep with in your soul for hope,
for peace and for love.
Quite is the fire to hear a silent whisper and think of love.
Quite is the fire.
Quite is the moment
Quite is the time for laughter
Quite is the time for hope
Quite is the time for passion
A quite fire is like timeless echos in the winds.
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The Quiet Fire
Quite is the fire,
Quite are the dreams,
Quite are the passions, the laughter and the streams.
Quite is the fire that sooths the moment.
Quite is the fire it's like a snow bird in flight,
Lie still, lie still and take in the moment.
For we shall remember how to dream, it's like watching a
Quite is the fire…
For a quite fire is like timeless echoes in the winds.
A quite fire can soothe a lonely soul in passing.
Quite is the fire…
A quite fire can take you over in a moment, it is magic,
A quite fire can burn deep within your soul for hope,
For peace and for love,
Quite is the fire to hear a silent whisper and think of love.
Quite is the fire.
Quite is the moment
Quite is the time for laughter
Quite is the time for hope
Quite is the time for passion
A quite fire is like timeless echoes in the winds.
poem by Sushana Vittaldev
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Passions Embrace
As the ember glowed in the fire to heat
so too did the bodies in sweat
for the passions of love that were mingled in lust
burst forth in the sand without shame
The freedom to love in the oceans so pure
unbridled in a passionate thirst
did bring forth a cry of a satisfied soul
that was spent in the heat of the night
The fire that raged now simmered down light
to an simmer of warmth and embrace
and the heat that was strong
now ebbed and subdued, relinquishing all of its lust
When two souls entwine in the spirit of one
all wonders on earth can be seen
and just as the fire that once burned so bright
so does the yearning to release
poem by Marama Kelly
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Winter Song
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
P'raps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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My Walking Thoughts
In my long search for what my hearts longs for,
The wind did saw me and my agony,
Flooded with tears of something not found,
In this incompletion of my life,
So shall my heart look to the stars,
The hope that nature will do wonders,
My walking thoughts keep the search
Im haunted by the memories every night,
My sheets become so cold,
In that shivering moment Im at unrest,
Outside the window are unusual winds,
I know where im at peace,
My thoughts searched and found none,
Walking and walking, remain my thoughts
Walking up and down are my thoughts,
So unfocused like the phantoms,
Searching your presence my love,
Which I know is ever absent
My despair extends my pain,
My walking thoughts so futile,
Searching but to no avail,
Such is my love, seeking yours
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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In Loving Memory
Lighted bulbs fill the room
But I’m totally enveloped by gloom
Flowers scent freshens the air
Yet I was suffocated, I was in pain
Still I can’t believe this fact
This tragedy that has shaken us
Our lives have changed suddenly
You’re gone and we’re all in misery
I know there is no like any other pain
Than the pain of losing someone so dear
But we have to face everybody’s fate
We have to accept that you’re no longer here
This sadness is so unbearable
But you can’t console us anymore
Unlike what you did before
When someone gets hurt
And runs to you for comfort
You’ve been a good mother to us
And no matter what wrongs we’ve done
You’ve always had open hands
You had always that selfless love
As I sat beside your wake
A million thoughts rock in my head
I recollect and ask myself
Did I give you the best love I have
My best memories of you
Are those jokes and tears we shared
Each moment we spent together
Will be precious for me forever
You always said before you died
You are afraid of death, of leaving us
So we did our best to prolong your life
But who are we to keep you alive
Now I know you’re happy where you are
Feeling no pain and safe in the arms of God
Though you are lifeless and cold now
Your love will never be apart from us
I cried hard as I looked down on your face
You’re calm yet you can’t hear me say
“I love you my mother-in-law…my friend
And from the deepest part of my brain
Your memory will forever remain
poem by Rose de Ramar
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Pain, Hope
Every time I see the light
I'm pushed back by pain
The pain that haunts me
The pain that kills me
The pain I know
Forever a knife in my back
Hope is still in my heart
I charge forward brave
The hope that keeps me
The hope that heals me
The hope I need
Forever clinging to my soul
Lonliness won't lighten up
Forever drifting alone
The pain that numbs me
The pain that fills me
The pain I know
Forever a thorn in my side
Happiness is dampened
Can't ever fade away
The hope that feels me
The hope that fills me
The hope I need
Forever stands at my side
My chest is grieving, shakes unyield
My mind is reeling, clouded and dazed
My soul is choking, echoing within me
My heart is breaking, faintly inside
My eyes are glazing, gaze unfocused
My hands are falling, dead and lifeless
The pain I have
The hope I need
The pain that kills
The hope that heals
The pain I feel
The hope I want
The pain
The hope
poem by Jordan Usselman
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Lonesome Winds Collection
Though some wind strikes catastrophic end
some blows concrete chills
some are ferocious as fire
gists no gust at all
winds are like self-acclaimed laurel
crowning an empty head
who keeps on bragging himself
perhaps the wind pushing my pen
misread by curious men
as strayed bullet
hitting aimless aim
and by now they would know
the wind I've revealed
still and motionless
a breathless wind traps
on a book pocket -
a random diaries
of time with rhythm
of defeated and triumphant dreams
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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A rock in the sea
Like a rock in the savage sea
I have weathered many a storm
Being slowly worn in the passing days
Growing smaller and more frail
Seasoned by the sea which rolls
In an uneven tempest I’ve watched
Outward in the ocean of time
Felt the still calm of nothingness
And the rage of high winds
The crash of the ocean against me
The light of my colour faded
Where notches of storms past remain
Chipped away from me
The broken rock, the life I’ve lived
Lost in the depths of the ocean
Washed into the deepest blue
That I can no longer see
That I shall stand till I can stand no more
Like a rock in a savage sea
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Soldiers
Shadows
never surrender
to the
darkness
and fury
of the storm.
Emboldened,
they stand firm,
as thrashing
rains and wind
soon tire
of the battle
Daylight tears
through skys
of the
weakening gale,
spilling on to
the battered,
exhausted terra firma
Revealing
weary,
valiant
heros.
Soldiers.
by
T. Labbe`
Sonnet XL: My Heart the Anvil
My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat;
My words the hammers fashioning my desire;
My breast the forge including all the heat;
Love is the fuel which maintains the fire;
My sighs the bellows which the flame increaseth,
Filling mine ears with noise and nightly groaning;
Toiling with pain, my labor never ceaseth,
In grievous passions my woes still bemoaning;
My eyes with tears against the fire striving,
Whose scorching gleed my heart to cinders turneth,
But with these drops the flame again reviving,
Still more and more it to my torment turneth.
With Sisyphus thus do I roll the stone,
And turn the wheel with damned Ixion.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Fire And Smoke
Fire And Smoke
red as searing hot
the flames of desire
fanned by yesterdays thoughts
' collected visions, relived investments '
gone realities in burned debris
beginnings born from empty arms
stirred the fire as ashes waft
warmth friction sparks blazes high
broken branches are bodies spent
gratefully torched the flame subsides
resistant coals of burnished red
reminisce the temperature of last nights fire
spent fire works lay cold and damp
fragments used now used up
burned and gone ashes now gray
in the smoke of lingering ideas
who carries the torch in today's heart?
a matchbook moment to ready the fire
restore the heat of passions desire
quell the flames that still are warm.
Myrtle Thomas
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Love for a Season
The phrase has been said time and time again
It is better to have loved and lost love
Than never to have had love dreamed of
And, I s'pose, that's my solace in the end
Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in the Summertime
Waiting for the time her eyes would find mine
Memories I've had, linger even still
Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in Autumn's season
How love grew with no apparent reason
Memories I've had, linger even still
Though she broke this loving heart in April
At least I had her in the Wintertime
With her rosy cheeks and cold hands in mine
Memories I've had, linger even still
Oh, how she did break my heart in April
With tears streaming down our both our faces
Knowing we were going diff'rent places
Pain I felt then, it lingers even still
In the end I s'pose all we have are dreams
Oh, I wish love was easy as it seemed
((June 8th,2008))
poem by Danny Speicher
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