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Verd is a 53 year old guy from Waiting, OHIO, USA

Looking for peace. "The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears"

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  • Claude Fauville - Gallery

    Rated Dec 11 • 1 review • forums, love, poem, waiting • art-forum.org







    Waiting For You

    Author: Freida Martinez

    The music of your affection
    Surrounds the air I breath
    The wonder of your passion
    My soul will never leave.

    Within my heart it glides
    As we dance the dance of love
    These moments with you
    I could never have too many of.

    Your kiss to me tonight
    Soft as an angels wing
    Came out through my lips
    In this verse I sing.

    I know your out there waiting
    I hear your voice away so far
    And the beauty of your words
    The distance cannot mar.

    Our bond it only strengthens
    And as the nights go by
    I feel your arms around me
    As I gaze up to the sky.

    The smile upon my lips
    It will surely never die
    As I'm waiting here for you
    Until you're by my side.





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    Claude Fauville - Gallery

  • Don't You Remember & Zengoddessjen's Weblog

    Rated Sep 26 • 1 review • poetry, love, poem, passion, embrace • wordpress.com







    Maya Angelou

    The sun has come.
    The mists have gone.
    We see in the distance
    Our long way home.

    I was always yours to have.
    And you were always mine.
    We loved each other in and out of time.

    When the first stone
    looked up at the blazing sun.
    and the first tree struggled
    from the forest floor.
    I had always loved you more.

    You freed your braids.
    Gave your hair to the breeze.
    It hummed like a hive of honeybees.

    I reached in the mass
    For the sweet honeycomb there.
    God, how I loved your hair.

    You saw me bludgeoned
    By circumstance.
    Lost, injured, hurt by chance.

    I screamed to the Heavens.
    Loudly screamed.
    Trying to turn our nightmares into dreams.

    The sun has come.
    The mists have gone.
    We see in the distance
    Our long way home.

    I was always yours to have.
    You were always mine.
    We loved each other in and out,
    In and out,
    In and out of time.
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    Don't You Remember & Zengoddessjen's Weblog

  • the rose glows on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

    Rated Jul 05 • 1 review • poetry, poem, pink, rose, verd • flickr.com








    John Clare

    To Mary: I Sleep with Thee



    I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
    And yet thou art not there;
    I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,
    And press the common air.
    Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
    When thou art out of sight;
    My lips are always touching thine
    At morning, noon, and night.
    I think and speak of other things
    To keep my mind at rest,
    But still to thee my memory clings
    Like love in woman's breast.
    I hide it from the world's wide eye
    And think and speak contrary,
    But soft the wind comes from the sky
    And whispers tales of Mary.
    The night-wind whispers in my ear,
    The moon shines on my face;
    The burden still of chilling fear
    I find in every place.
    The breeze is whispering in the bush,
    And the leaves fall from the tree,
    All sighing on, and will not hush,
    Some pleasant tales of thee.





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    the rose glows on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

  • Morning at the window a poem by T S Eliot

    Rated Jul 04 • 2 reviews • poetry, poem, window • me.uk




    "Morning at the Window"





    Morning at the Window


    They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
    And along the trampled edges of the street
    I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
    Sprouting despondently at area gates.

    The brown waves of fog toss up to me
    Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
    And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
    An aimless smile that hovers in the air
    And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

    T. S. Eliot


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    Morning at the window a poem by T S Eliot

  • http://pics.livejournal.com/my_darker_sides/pic/0001409s

    Rated Jun 28 • 1 review • blogs, sea, ocean, poem • livejournal.com







    The Nude Swim

    Anne Sexton

    On the southwest side of Capri
    we found a little unknown grotto
    where no people were and we
    entered it completely
    and let our bodies lose all
    their loneliness.

    All the fish in us
    had escaped for a minute.
    The real fish did not mind.
    We did not disturb their personal life.
    We calmly trailed over them
    and under them, shedding
    air bubbles, little white
    balloons that drifted up
    into the sun by the boat
    where the Italian boatman slept
    with his hat over his face.

    Water so clear you could
    read a book through it.
    Water so buoyant you could
    float on your elbow.
    I lay on it as on a divan.
    I lay on it just like
    Matisse's Red Odalisque.
    Water was my strange flower,
    one must picture a woman
    without a toga or a scarf
    on a couch as deep as a tomb.

    The walls of that grotto
    were everycolor blue and
    you said, "Look! Your eyes
    are seacolor. Look! Your eyes
    are skycolor." And my eyes
    shut down as if they were
    suddenly ashamed.
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    http://pics.livejournal.com/my_darker_sides/pic/0001409s

  • Where Professional Models Meet Model Photographers -...

    Rated Jun 24 2009 • 1 review • photography, neruda, poetry, poem • modelmayhem.com







    I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
    and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
    It looks as though your eyes had flown away
    and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.

    Like all things are full of my soul
    You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
    Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
    and you look like a melancoly word.

    I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
    It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
    And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
    let me fall quiet with your own silence.

    Let me also speak to you with your silence
    Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
    You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
    Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.

    I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
    Distant and painful as if you had died.
    A word then, a smile is enough.
    And I am happy, happy that it is not true.


    ~ Pablo Neruda
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    Where Professional Models Meet Model Photographers - ModelMayhem

  • Desiderata

    Reviewed Jun 23 2009 • 6 reviews • humanities, poetry, poem, prayer • youtube.com




    "Desiderata"

    a wise prayer worth the time to condsider

    Be Yourself
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    Desiderata

  • Franklin P.Adams - Something Else Again

    Rated Jun 22 2009 • 1 review • poetry, poem, poets, poe • theotherpages.org





    What the Copy Desk Might Have Done to:

    "Annabel Lee"

    SOUL BRIDE ODDLY DEAD IN QUEER DEATH PACT
    High-Born Kinsman Abducts Girl from Poet-Lover--Flu Said to Be Cause of Death--
    Grand Jury to Probe


    Annabel L. Poe of 1834½ 3rd Ave., the beautiful young fiancee of Edmund Allyn Poe, a magazine writer from the South, was found dead early this morning on the beach off E. 8th Street.

    Poe seemed prostrated and, questioned by the police, said that one of her aristocratic relatives had taken her to the "seashore," but that the cold winds had given her "flu," from which she never "rallied."
    Detectives at work on the case believe, they say, that there was a suicide compact between the Poes and that Poe also intended to do away with himself.
    He refused to leave the spot where the woman's body had been found.





    Annabel Lee

    IT was many and many a year ago
    In this kingdom by the sea
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of Annabel Lee;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child, and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    But we loved with a love that was more than love,
    I and my Annabel Lee,
    With a love that the winged seraphs in heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And that was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee,
    So that her high-born kinsmen came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulcher
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me--
    Yes! that was the reason (as all men know
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That a wind blew out of a cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those that were older than we,
    Of many far wiser than we,
    And neither the angels in heaven above
    Nor the demons down under the sea
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
    And so, all the night tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
    In her sepulcher there by the sea--
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

    Edgar Allan Poe





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    Franklin P.Adams - Something Else Again

  • 100 Love Poems, In Summers Heat by Ovid, Poets and Poetry...

    Rated Jun 20 2009 • 1 review • poetry, summer, poem, passion, heat • aspirennies.com




    In Summer's Heat
    by Ovid (43bc - ad 18)


    In summer's heat and mid-time of the day,
    To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,
    One window shut, the other open stood,
    Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood
    Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun,
    Or night being past and yet not day begun.
    Such light to shamefaced maidens must be shown,
    Where they may sport, and seem to be unknown.
    Then came Corinna in a long, loose gown,
    Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,
    Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed,
    Or Lais of a thousand wooers sped.
    I snatched her gown, being thin the harm was small,
    Yet strived she to be covered therewithal,
    And, striving thus as one that would be chaste,
    Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.
    Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,
    Not one wen in her body could I spy.
    What arms and shoulders did I touch and see?
    How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me?
    How smooth a belly under her waist saw I?
    How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh?
    To leave the rest, all liked me passing well;
    I clinged her naked body, down she fell.
    Judge you the rest. Being tired, she bade me kiss.
    Jove send me more such afternoons as this."





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    100 Love Poems, In Summers Heat by Ovid, Poets and Poetry at Aspirennies.com

  • MercurialMes review - StumbleUpon

    Rated Jun 09 2009 • 2 reviews • stumblers, cats, poetry, poem • stumbleupon.com




    It is always fun to stumble through MecurialMe's pages,
    rather than me copying them all, why don't you go check them out.




    A Wild Cat

    Your love lurks in my veins like a bandit
    Commits arson, shatters lanterns
    And skulks in the corners of my veins
    Like a wild cat with sharp claws
    Alert to hunt moths
    To pounce on birds
    And I lie awake at night waiting for it to come forth
    From my blood.

    You came with your conquering army,
    and caused an upheaval
    That changed my life
    You sequestered all my possessions
    Bound me with chains of gold
    And put me under house arrest
    Within the limits of your eyes
    You locked me in the cell of love
    And took the keys away with you.

    ...Su'ad Al-Mubarak Al-Sabah
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    MercurialMes review - StumbleUpon