2009 Form Challenges

#19 Novelinee

Created by Sarah Rayburn, the novelinee is a 9 line stanza derived from the Spencerian stanza but written in iambic pentameter or decasyllabic lines. If used as part of a sequence a variation of the closing line should be used as lead line for the next stanza. In the case of a closed novelinee the last stanza would end with a variation of the first line of the first stanza.
Stanza Rhyme Scheme: a. b. a. b. c. d. c..d. d.

Betrayal of Trust

From mists of Avalon she came in white
supernova who split my heart in two
and left untouched silence in endless night
no skyward star to guide my passage through.
While drinking wine I gave my love away
for whispered promises given out of lust,
believing hearts could breathe again today
my dreams now lie amid unwanted dust,
my heart shattered by betrayals of trust.


Sarah Rayburn

Novelinee Sequence

Sweet nightingale, unparalleled beauty,
my worldly thoughts will drown in idle words,
if I did not reflect the love I see,
and deny love is nought but food for birds.
I dream my arm is loosely round your waist,
so I shall hear divinity in your song,
and dream upon your eyes with loving haste,
to sip from lips of wine where I belong
and trust the sweetest breath will keep us strong.

With trust the sweetest breath to keep us strong,
my jewel of love to whom I grant my heart,
with words and smiles for days that seem so long,
so fate has cast the miles to keep apart.
In crystal vagaries we're hand in hand,
whilst waterfalls cascade a rhythmic beat,
as when we kissed upon the golden sand,
below the rugged crags in love's retreat,
our passion found in nature's dancing feet.

When passion's found in nature's dancing feet,
above the greenest valleys, smile Black hills,
with fragrant flowers dazzling eyes shall meet,
where dragonflies commingle by the rills.
Your heart in truth a loving paradise,
where feelings flow and openly confess,
in daring glances tempting looks of ice,
for you, my love, are more than words express,
I can't resist your spell of loveliness.


Sarah Rayburn

Motherland ~~~ Closed Novelinee

Across the bay where beauty waits for me,
beneath the sun-kissed mountain waterfalls,
enchanting eyes shall tame the wild and free,
my heart is bound by love as Cymru calls.
The cloudy blue of railway smoke dissolved
against the ageing roofing slates of old,
attractions mined before our time evolved,
and children chalked their words in letters bold,
when mountain streams still flowed with yellow gold.

The mountain streams that flowed with yellow gold,
and wrought the wedding bands of royal kings,
still whisper love and tales the bards oft told,
and magic echoes o'er the valleys and springs.
The land where dragons roam and wizards dwell,
where singing voices set our fathers free,
returning home my heart begins to swell,
rejoice my pride in Wales, her mystery,
across the bay her beauty stood by me.


Sarah Rayburn


Novelinee Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

We Can't Forget

Divena Collins

Delights Of Nature
House Mouse
Lady Exposed
Musik of the Earth
Notes of Summer Love
Prophesy Of Love
Survival Or Extinction
Witch In The Hollow

Jem Farmer

Blessed Samhain
Just One Kiss
Morning Tea
Samhain Drums
Samhain Wish
The Moon She Dances
Winter Rises

Ryter Roethicle

Another Time
Butterfly Thoughts
How
Kindred Spirits
Luna de la Madre
Mists of Time
Prisoner Still
Undying Dreams
Voodoo Man
You Have Become
Zinfandel and More

Leny Roovers

Bali Sunset
Borobudur
Epitaph
Feelings

Khia Taylor

Fall's Cold Domain
Stirring the Shadows

Nia Wynne

Happy Witch
Nothing to Hide
Seeking



Maryse Achong

We Can't Forget

When it seems that our plates become too full
When things begin to weigh us down, and scare
Us; with demands to meet that tug and pull
At us every which way, it's time for prayer.
However when our cups o'erflow the brim
And life is wonderful, everything right
Then also we ought to remember Him,
And thank Him for leading us to the light...
Without Him ours would be a sorry plight.

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Divena Collins

The Delights Of Nature

How lovely the rainbow displays its fine hues,
In an arc of diffused, fine pigments of pastel,
Soft droplets of rain, with sun shining through,
Wonders and fantasies, of the heavens impel.
If we just take the time, to enhance our mind,
How graceful this World we live in shall be,
The Earth and all the beauty around us we find
Green meadows, and dales, woodlands and trees,
The mountains, with rivers and incoming breeze,

Tall mountains with rivers and incoming breeze,
Wild flowers that flourish, throughout the land,
Sweet fragrance, to nourish the senses to please,
Ripplets of water, formed on warm golden sand.
Flocks of wild geese, returning home once again
From a far off land, after a seasonal migration
A few may never make it, to their own domain,
My heart is filled with wonder, and admiration
They return once again, all in perfect formation.



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House Mouse



Hiya all, I am the little country mouse
And I was created in Divena`s Post.
I live in a cupboard at her house
And now she`s a house mouse host,
I know she is busy, writing in the Tir
So can you all please keep it quiet
And do not tell her that I`m here,
For she surely will create a riot,
I know and she`ll put me on a diet.

I want to join the challenge you see,
That one about my favourite Tipple
I know she made a mouse out of me
But I am really a mouse thats fickle,
I am quite partial, to a glass of wine
With a lovely big nibble of cheese,
It is just an indulgent fancy of mine
Too much, I staggers, and wheeze,
But love this, in the challenge please.



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A Lady Exposed

A long time ago in those days of old
This old legend gave birth in history,
And this was how the tale was told ,
It was eleventh century, this mystery
There dwelt a lady extremely renowned
Lady Godiva she was then known to be
As a Lady, earned respect profound,
Earl of Marcia of noble title was he,
And such a kind, caring Lady was she.

When the Earl, one day taxes raised
Godiva then, had to argue and plea,
The towns people had always praised,
She was for them, but annoyed at he .
And nagged him until he surrendered,
He gave in, on a favourable condition
That she was going to be the offender
He was to give her his legal permission
And then he would sign her remission.

The condition being, she rides her steed,
Throughout the town, and naked was she
He was most surprised when she agreed,
The townsmen debts, would then be free,
When they heard of Godiva`s brave plight,
They promised to close the window blind
Whether by day, or by the dead of night.
Her wishes respected, with peace of mind,
A more caring Lady, would be hard to find

. But not everybody kept their eyes away,
One man did try but could not resist,.
A stranger who, on waking up that day,
Opened his shutters and blew a kiss,
But he could not see, and to his surprise
Found, fate had punished him for his shame
Laying a curse upon him, with blinded eyes.
And nobody knew, from whence he came
But peeping Tom, is his famous name .



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Prophesy Of Love

Thou hast loved me, as I hath loved thee,
For prophesies told, of our sweet dreams,
Both loving hearts beating, wild and free,
Whilst warm, moistened lips now redeem,
Soft words spoken, as eyes hath told all,
Blessings endowed, a promise now made,
Enchantment of touch, feelings enthral
In nearness we dance, to a soft serenade,
Before fond memories, enhanced, doth fade.

Kindred spirits harken, to sweetness divine,
Musical notes of love, and deep affection,
Enclosed, two loving hearts, both combine,
Harmonious, rhythmic beats of perfection,
Oblivious to the world the heavens surround,
Time alone will not erase love from the heart
, Nor shall turn the tidal waves, of love around,
It can only grow stronger, and never depart,
For true lovers, were never meant to be apart.



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Musik of the Earth

Medieval musik of the Earth doth play
Haunting tones of nature, drifting by,
Soft arias caressing senses of the day,
A gentle breeze whispers, with a sigh.
Ocarina`s refrain, thy woodwinds of olde,
Hollow overtones, of musik mystic lore
Echoing thro`woodlands glade, of gold,
Melodious harps with olde violins of yore
Medieval musik on ancient forest floor.



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Notes of Summer Love



As I rest my head in a warm meadow green,
On a pillow of wild flowers and leaves,
There you are, in my thoughts and dreams.
Though apart, my aching heart grieves,
Come my dear lover, and lie here, with me,
We may, then feel the warmth of the sun,
Sharing all our dreams, in meadows free,
Dancing in the moonlight, having some fun
And hazily dreaming, this day we are one.

Feelings of love, as I lay here and dream,
Staring upward at this clear blue sky,
Not always are dreams what they seem,
Is it possible now, true love is there for I,
So come dear lover, where are you now,
Join my fantasy, my wild dreams, so free
For a true romance underneath the bough,
Of the whispering weeping willow tree,
Come make our dreams come true for me.



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Survival Or Extinction

Where, oh where, will the polar bears go
When the snow and ice caps melt. one day,
Their habitat once, a home they did know,
To be flooded, and sources washed away,
Salt seas, shall spread thoughout the land,
How then will the white bears stay alive,
Could we perhaps, help them to understand,
And maybe, to help them adapt to revive,
For it is animal instinct, a fight, to survive.

Where oh, where would they hunt for food,
There`s no fish on the land, like the sea,
Will they hunt with grizzly`s, just as good ?
And dwell high, in the Smokey`s Tennessee,
Will they fight, for their own piece of home,
White, and brown bears, may not get along,
Or steal from the bees, golden honeycomb,
With no knowledge, they could get it wrong,
But a chance of survival could be lifelong.



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The Witch In The Hollow



There once lived a witch, who dwelt in the hollow,
She was as old as the hills, and the rivers too,
A kindly white witch, that could cure all sorrows,
And spent all her days, stirring medicinal brews,
Of Bryony, Feverfew, coltsfoot, and clovers
She cured all ills, with herbs and strong potions
Bats wings,frogs legs and house mouse left overs,
Sweet rose water. lavender, and calendine lotions,
Together with her spells, knowledge, and devotion.

Her kindness now known, was to overwhealm
She flew her broom stick, with a fervent haste,
And chanted some spells, throughout the realm
Tho` appearances were not, a desirous taste.
On halloween eve` she flew through the skies,
A darkened silhouette, `neath a moon so bright,
Children all cheered, delighted and surprised,
As she disappeared speedily, way out of sight
To return to the hollow, much later that night.



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Jem Farmer

Blessed Samhain



As darkness draws the sacred veil of night
and autumn wraps her cloak of vibrant leaves
the spirit world is closer to the light
as the dead gather in the autumn's sleeves.
The dark mother in all her glory stands
as autumn's beauty lifts our beating hearts
and like a spear of crimson blood commands
the fading Sun in farewell must depart,
as cold of winter pierces like a dart.

The sun recedes from over land and sea
to dwell in sacred realms of darkest death
and o'er the dreaming river where she be
to feel the gentle kiss of Lileth's breath.
We seek the seed of life within our souls
Demeter's sacred mystery revealed,
to search the kernals where the darkness strolls
to bear the Child of Light, she's now concealed
in autumn's leaves and winter's snow dressed fields.

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Just One Kiss

My craved eyes caress the curve of your lips,
so softly inviting whispered treasure,
passion's hoarded wealth at my fingertips
and exquisite thoughts of untold pleasure.
Your moist lips like flushed carmine perianth
crushed by my desire for your sublime heat,
as I enter the sweetest labyrinth,
at love's first kiss our lustful pulses meet,
where sultry forces are passion's retreat.

The tempting sample with sweet fiery taste,
the melted honey suckled from my core,
just one kiss left my arrant soul unchaste,
and weakened genu shuddered to the floor.
Galvanic thrills trace interwoven nerves
incite senses of volcanic eruptions,
as simple passion takes an urgent verve,
beneath your lips of carnal seduction,
desire commands erotic instruction.

The sensual realms where winged angels fly,
virulent needs submerge sagacity,
in raging tides of a climatic sigh,
our passion burns beyond capacity.
In the darkness of the lonely night
one divine kiss I can never forget,
as in dreams my love's dues come into sight,
in memories that linger on and yet,
when morning comes one kiss settles the debt.

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Morning Tea

Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world. --- T'ien Yiheng

The sparring kids are screaming through the house, as mother sighs a weary wish for peace, and casts an eye over her sleeping spouse, the chores will have to wait for her caprice. The brassy kettle boils in clouds of steam, as dried old leaves let their essence fly free, a china cup awaits her amber dream, a drop of milk and silence she will see, the world retreats into a cup of tea.

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Samhain Drums



The Celtic drums of Samhain keep the beat
, as cauldrons overflow with magic rite,
open the gates for life and death to meet,
and let the Samhain blessings free tonight.
The dying candle flames are burning low,
as witches dance within their circle round,
where autumn's fiery embers brightly glow,
their voices chanting echo magic sound,
and call the powers down to hallowed ground.

So Hecate shall hear the Pagan call,
upon the land in vibrant golden hue,
and turn the season to the autumn's fall
as Annwfn lands return unto our view.
The spirit veil is thin as rites are said
we see the fires alive with sacred flame,
and witches mingle here among the dead.
The winds of time still call aloud her name
until the Samhain drums are ours to tame.

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Samhain Wish



From behind the veil you hold me
until the day I die;
when once again I will tell you
of how love's whispered sigh
can break down the impossible
and keep you in my heart,
whilst my soul sings of moonlight eyes
in works of painted art.

Now the veil is at its thinnest;
will you reach out to me
and gently hold my hand again;
will my eyes once more see
my lady with the moonlight eyes,
who kept dark nights at bay
or do I have to wait still longer
until my dying day?

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The Moon, She Dances



In sliver gown she waltzes o'er the sky,
in rhythmic steps upon the autumn breeze,
All Hallow's night when harbringers stop by,
the Moon, she dances where the Pagan sees.
A tribal drum recalls the cadence past,
as ancient souls trip along darker realms,
the witches chant within the circles cast,
before the kiss of dawn shall overwhelm
the legerdemains of the sacred elm.

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Winter Rises



From Samhain winter rises with the dawn,
a world of icy mists and frosty white
as summer days now seem so long withdrawn
and yet the sun still rises in delight.
For Yule is calling out the shorter days,
of when the Lord of Sun shall soon return,
upon a winter's morning's distant haze,
as flaming beacons wave and fiercely burn,
for days of life for which we Pagans yearn.

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Ryter Roethical

Another Time



What is the essence of you and me?
Why have our souls united in this bond of love?
Why do we love why do we care?
Why each life we know yet as why
The creation of a love that is yours and mine,
The perfection of love,
The bonding of our souls forever,
Each time, each life we meet.

Sometimes we will meet for one brief moment
Others we will share a lifetime together,
Whatever it may be,
Fate has decreed that we love
And as we spend each life learning our lessons,
In certainty of Nirvana
Our lessons will be shared together

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Butterfly Thoughts



Butterflies count not months, but moments in time.
Lips soft as powdered wings wake up senses sentient
And stroke each others souls in ways Lepidopterine
Deep sounding truths emerge thus and forever meant.
I feel the flutter of wings, a feeling so complete
These brief moments in time, her complete life span
What is eternity to us simply an ordained feat
The love of a woman and the love of her man
The ways has been such ever since time began.

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How



How do I capture words that mean you?
How do I find you in a fleeting glance?
In meter and feet, talk of nothing that's new
And yet freshly write about our romance?
How do I explain about a hailstone of kisses
And how can I explain the lure of the rain
Without making it a boring technical thesis
And make it mysterious, seemingly arcane?
I wish I knew, instead of raking my brain!

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Kindred Spirits



How strange it is, because each time we speak
We oft relate the thoughts the other would say
Or sometimes state what the other would seek.
This is not rare it happens several times a day,
Somehow we sense each others thoughts this way
It makes me wonder if our minds are linked
Sometimes a thought with a look is betrayed
Like a twinkling eye that meaning is succinct.
What was that you said darling, I blinked!.

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Luna de la Madre



My mother moon, do you shine as you feel
Do you see the sorrow and feel the pain?
To meet for so short a time and join and love
The subtle agony of lovers being apart again.
My mother moon, the tender melancholy
You created with each sigh in the night
A fond remembered love, only a memory
Secure knowing that everything's alright.
However, still creating in our hearts a blight.

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The Mists of Time



Somewhere in the mists of time I met you
We shared wine and bread together you and I
And now each life I wait until our rendezvous.
Singing songs that will echo through eternity.
Sharing wine and bread and just being happy
Each blessed meeting this life, the days are few
Confident of a love that is more than certainty
But planned by fate, getting stronger as it grew
Life's wine shared, grows tastier with each brew

Somewhere in the mists of time we danced
As a piper played, we held each other tight
And moved and danced then we romanced
Searching each others eyes, far into the night.
Music does not linger, it changes with the mood
Happy sounds of lovers meeting another time
The dance of love a sign of all that's good
Our own bolero our music and our rhyme
That matures as time creates a love sublime.

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Prisoner Still



Like a prisoner you have me bound to you
But not with cuffs and chains of hardened steel
There was no crime, or deed, or whistle blew
There are no prison bars, for my hands to feel
Without any fear of escape or break, or coup.
My life is sealed by chance, on just one deal
And I'm not counting days till freedom's due.
I'll be a model prisoner, on an even keel.

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Undying Dreams



I look at you each night and see it all.
Layed out rules for our more complex schemes
And I will confess you have me enthralled
By your desire to share our undying dreams.
Your eyes cannot convey to much the power
Yet tell me more than I need know about you
And thoughts of time dreaming with you devour
What little that's left, so that when day is through
I must go to bed and let the dreams continue.

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Voodoo Man



Once again fate has picked up the rings of life
Like any magician he shows them to be apart
His stellar gown highlights the glinting five
A flash of light! Shazam! The rings are a heart.
So like any other whim of fate they are as one
Their lives separate once, he has now united
This time he leaves joined what he has begun
When he bows and walks away there is no dread
Hoping next there is something he will do instead.

And here we are you and I awaiting fates move.
We have met and joined wondrously together
The light is still upon us, has he aught to prove?
I pray he puts us down and leaves unaware,
And then another show another time and place,
We part a while then are united once more.
Meeting another day, again I see your face
Instantly our souls blended, like they did before
No doubt in my mind, you are mine evermore

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You Have Become A Presence



You have become a presence in my mind.
I do not like it, for no longer is my mind free
My thoughts were controlled and simple kind
Now my time is taken up with thoughts of thee.
In my minds eye I can see you everywhere
Each waking moment you steal my time
In thoughts so different to what was there
Someone to me who's made my life sublime,
And together we will make that eternal climb.

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Zinfandel and More



Tonight let's have a drinking race
Fill the tankard with wine that's soured
Without your love no clock has a face.
Competition in jars shall be what's scored
My feet's far too leaded to stand the pace
Life's bitter brew my cup's o'erflowed
Memory still stays and cannot be erased
Till consciousness by sour wine devoured
Overcome by wine I must now seek my bed.

Pour down the wine let us drink to forget
Un-lived dreams litter the path I now walk
Plans made in good faith, caused only sweat
Once loving conversations are now just talk
With pleasured gifts now nought but a blight
All thoughts of love's pleasure now cast aside
Let Horus and Bacchus join with us tonight
For we ignored what was known outside
Admitting finally that love has long died.

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Leny Roovers

Bali Sunset

The sun sets quickly where the tropics reign.
One moment it's still light, then dusk moves in,
draping veils of mauve over sky's domain
as in the sea below, Sun meets her twin.
Even the waves are silent in this hour,
but soon cicadas start their evensong
and far away, echoes of bikes' harsh power.
Nearby I hear a gamelan's soft gong;
night's concert here on Bali comes along.



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Borobudur

Nine levels of uneven steps to climb,
I'm looking downward, so I will not fail.
Progress is slow- it mirrors life's own time,
when often we are chasing our own tail.
After the first three circles I look up,
I cannot see the higher tiers above;
The realm of transformation's still full cup
I'll have to empty first- imbuing love.
Now filled with peace, I only think thereof.

While filled with peace, I only think thereof
and watch my feet upon this curving course;
I reach the seventh ring, now empty of
last thoughts that lingered, I can feel life's force.
When looking down, the world has disappeared,
only the upward road still draws me on-
the way before me suddenly seems cleared.
Meditating Buddha's rise above the dawn,
their heads are draped in light- shadows have gone.



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Epitaph

I mourn a love that never came to bloom.
Each time she almost withered, rainbows poured
from heaven's cup, postponing nearing doom-
love for a while took wings and high she soared.
As mirrored colours weakened, love grew dim,
her heartbeat lost its strength, when joy declined
and love's sweet cup, once filled up to its brim,
was leaking through- left blood and tears behind.
Still, shadows of that love will keep entwined.



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Feelings

You live inside my heart, embrace my soul,
your touch revives my senses one by one;
the shelter of your love has made me whole,
I find within your eyes my mirrored sun.
While rivulets of laughter wash our eyes,
they cleanse cold pain from buried wounds still sore.
In time, new tender skin will heal old lies,
once love has led us into deep rapport;
I'll share with you my inner shrine, my core.



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Khia Taylor

Fall's Cold Domain

Above the golden tones of Autumn's flare,
above the flaming leaves of waning trees
the endless gray of heavy laden care
elongates sky with dry but gathering breeze
of Summer's heat that slips like hope's frail grasp
into the chilling drops of time's dark rain
collecting as the season's final rasp
exhaling all desire that remains
I'm left conceding to Fall's cold domain.

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Stirring the Shadows

The dewy glisten of my pristine rose
doth lose her luster as the shadows creep
transforming velvet petals to expose
her crimson bloom where blood and lust both steep.
Her thorns grow fierce and firm in full moon's light
she vines in hunger for my pallid nape
to deeply sink with pleasure's dark delight
and wrap me tight in blossom's bloody cape
where never more will I desire escape.

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Nia Wynne

Happy Witch

Happy is the witch in black or white cape
For magic's spelled by good and bad
Are just what keeps her world free from dire scrapes,
So if you see candles glowing a tad
Remember not to cross a black cats path
Unless you're very lucky that she's glad
To walk beside you without any wrath.
Then the witches must be happy, not sad,
That you've never crossed them and made them mad.



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Nothing to Hide

Did you see the moon displayed in sky
As it hovered in a mauve sunset?
Someday I'd love to share such lovely days
With black China tea for two, no regrets
In times well spent and friendship honest lent.
There paintings of memory will abide
Through troubled moments and take no rent
For hearts that brew a finer sip, confide
The consumption of love, nothing to hide.



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Seeking

The woman you are seeking is in a look,
Not a glance through the gardens of love,
Mores in a soft touch than in a book.
But forgotten lore's have wings of doves,
If you unfold them they surely will fly.
Nothing can explain profound body heat,
By the way your kisses melt in sighs
Like rain blessing the desert, where retreat
Of sun gives desires chance meets.



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