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Life's Love
by Brianna Finnegan
Her love,
and reason for life,
great happiness
would come from just one kiss,
for many years
she had admired him from a distance.
The distance,
that split love
for all of it's years,
that life
without that kiss,
is void of happiness.
His form of happiness
while watching her from a distance,
was imagining that kiss
that came with her love,
picturing their life
together for years.
The passing of years,
made their happiness
less, as they continued their life
with the distance,
for both of their love
still needed that kiss.
That kiss
that lingered on their lips for years,
but still that love
was their happiness,
It was the distance
of life
that made it so hard. The life
they gave up for that one kiss,
the distance
is gone now with all the years
their happiness
so tied with their love
No more distance, No more life,
the fulfillment of love, with that one kiss,
giving all of the years, the greatest happiness.
Troubadour Sestina by John Taylor
They seem to behave as fools
as they take to the road.
Focused continually on tomorrow
they ply their passion.
They defy that characterization as they work,
to make tolerable noise.
That noise
which those fools
put to work,
is carried along the road
fueled by that passion
which spurs them inexorably toward tomorrow
What tomorrow?
The one which is ruled by noise,
and filled passion.
Those fools,
who stand by the side of the road
toil, resigned to their method of work
Is work still work,
when one looks forward to tomorrow?
Is it labor to ride the open road?
Is it toil when the noise
abounds, and makes men like fools
in the throws passion?
It is that passion
which has led them to forsake acceptable work.
Derided as fools
by the future leaders of tomorrow.
But it is noise
which leads the children of today, down the road.
So at the end of that road,
one finds the sum total of the passion
that surrounded them. The noise
which drives them to work
toward a tomorrow
of their interpretation. The product of those called fools.
Do not dismiss that noise, which emanates from the road.
Do not ignore the fools, nor their passion.
Their work, is the music of tomorrow.
April
by Erin Kuntz
I remember like it was yesterday the water,
glistening in my dreams.
The beams cast by the sunlight
bounced over the waves and met the blue
eyes of a little girl with golden hair
and a mysterious, far-off smile.
I come to reality, but that smile
and silent water
and golden hair
start to feel real, and not so much a dream.
My heart goes cold and blue
as out comes the moonlight.
She loved to laugh, so light-
hearted and with an angelic smile.
We played together every summer, til the bright blue
sky turned to stars that seemed to dance like water.
But now, only in my dreams
is where I still see her velvet, golden hair.
When her cancer hit, first went her hair
then that laugh, then her light.
She was more and more far-off, slipping into dreams
where she could pretend to smile.
Smile as she watched the heavenly water
turn waves of green and blue.
The hospital room with its dull, blue
wallpaper became too familiar, and nurses with their long hair
taunted her bare head silently when they came by to offer her water.
Sometimes through the shades seeped light,
but it was always temporary and smiles
became only visible in dreams.
One day she slipped permanently into a sweet dream
As her frail, tiny body grew cold and blue.
Many cried and cried, but I knew she was smiling,
for I could see her finally dancing free with her long, velvet hair
draped around her shoulders, her angelic light
once again sparkling and her eyes bright with blue.
Sometimes in dreams I still see that smile.
In the reflective water those blue
Eyes and long blonde hair shimmer in the sunlight.
I cannot wait by Katy Kelley
Please go ahead and try to break my heart
I believe it is right time.
Unbelievable that you made me wait.
It is not that hard to tell me the truth.
I will forgive you.
No matter what, don't be afraid to tell.
Please do tell.
Because if you don’t, you will break my heart
again, I will forgive you.
I will just have to watch the time
to wait for you to tell the truth.
I can’t wait.
You can’t wait.
Either, it is not wrong to tell
you should tell the truth
to break my heart
So you can leave at your own time.
I will forgive you.
Because I love you.
I don’t want you wait
I want to change the time
Forward so you can tell.
It could take long time but it won’t take my heart
away from the truth.
Please do tell the truth
I will forgive you
I love you with my whole heart
I don’t want to wait
Please tell
Right now, this time
It is time.
I want the truth
Right now, do tell
I will forgive you
I don’t want to wait
Please do tell from your heart
Please tell this time.
Let your heart tell the truth
I think that you knew that I cannot wait…
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