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terrasverse

I Am Home


I Am Home

When talking on the phone,
I hear the love in your tone and everything right.
And baby when you look into my eyes
I know I am not alone
Darling, the beauty of this love affair
I know you truly care
When I look into your eyes
I know our love is share
Honey, when I see it in your eyes
This house becomes our home
When we hold each other tight
In the middle of the night
I see you sleeping there
I rub your long auburn hair
I know I am home
When I look into your eyes



.© terrasverse * all rights reserved.



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smallsteps

Dinosaur Dilemma


Afternoon duty session
After a liquid lunch
Only luck avoided
A nearly disastrous crunch.
For a split second the Controller
Let his attention waver and slide,
Which, for a brief instant, caused
Parallel dimensions to collide.

Dinosaurs appeared on
Many a sleeping city street
Causing that alarm and confusion
When ancient and modern meet.
Things that should have happened
Didn´t, or happened slightly late,
Leaving, for a little while, both worlds
In an intermixed confused state.

The Controller quickly corrected,
Things quickly settled down,
Leaving minimal damage
In the odd modern town.
New species instantly created
Were just as quickly gone
As the dimensions re*split
And normality moved on

In one world´s future
Hybrid remains would be found
Causing archaeological confusion
And many theories to abound.
And in the ancient world you
Could read the shock and surprise
That was for while was reflected
In many a dinosaur´s eyes.

The controller sighed with relief
The incident had made him think
And in contrition he´d resolved
To stop that extra lunchtime drink.
In the Controllers rest room
He was greeted with a sigh,
Many a colleagues thinking
There, but for fortune, go you or I.



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allseasonsverse

Fleeting Dawn


Fleeting Dawn Silence fills the early dawn A time before days stirring moments, a time when night moves on A sun's gradual climb looks upon this earth Open eyes of daylight sit proudly in our sight The sweet cooing of morning Doves sends the day their purest love So regal is the mountains scene, inviting the ancient reverence gleam Know each brush of wind that streams silencing the earth's searching screams Mountains yawn when it lifts its eyes to dawn Connecting mountains join their hands and reach the heavens where starlight stands Flat top mountains Forest pines call out to this heart of mine Pines that stand so tall echoes in the Eagles scream, a place where wildlife lives to bind the seams Soft shadows of the bird on the wing is where the soul of time is blessed with sun's golden ring Dawn escapes into day's soft shine releasing glory when newborn day walks across heavens line Mankind lives on to witness the grandeur of this Mountain's story Hearts will soften to its power, as rains embrace in graceful showers Glazer's cooling water streams to quench the thirst of lucid dreams


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dreamweaver

PERFECTION




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mypoems1186

Lets Love For Just One Day




Lets Love For Just One Day
Lets love like their is no tomorrow
lets be lovers for just a day, lets
smell the roses on the vine, and
pray we may be a sparkling star
in the heavens someday.

Lets kiss away the loneliness, and
and throw away the tears that fell
lets hide away the past of sadness,
watching the sun set in glee.

Lets hope tomorrow will come, for
all we have is today, to love, with love
lets swim in joy, this day, and light
a candle with brightness of heart.

Lets take a chance on love, it may
be the best we have ever done, lets
fly to the moon and back, watching
our dreams become reality.

Lets be lovers for one day, it may
be the best day of the rest of our
life, just you and I in love for just
one short day, to be in love like
it should of been many years
ago.
By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

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tomallen

Fifteen in San Jose "Bookstore" Chapter 11 of 12


Chapter Eleven

“Bookstore”

She sat at
a small table
in the back
of the bookstore
thumbing through
books
she had no
intention
of buying
while drawing
a few looks
from the sales
floor staff,
she’s living
in a style
that’s all her
own
as she lets
her eyes
drift around the
room
till they get
caught up
following
a young boy
about her age
of fifteen
in search of
something
classical
yet still
off the edge
of normal
to read,
he was a
good looking
guy
but way too
much
“boy next door”
for her tastes
but she was
bored
and he was
in desperate
need
of a girl
with her talents
someone from
the opposite
side of
predictably
boring,
she comes up
behind him
standing very
close
as she pokes
her head
over his shoulder
and whispers in
his ear
“good book?”
causing him to
jump
and fumble
with
the book
taking a small
step
to the side
as he regains
control
of his grasp
on the book
but not of his
senses
he can’t help
but be taken
with this girl
as he traces
that voice back
to this enchanting
young lady
that is now
putting on her
best look of
innocence,
the beauty
in her face
surprises him
freezing his verbal
skills
as his eyes
try and take in
her mix of
youthful
sexiness
and city
toughness
noticing the full
complement of
fresh cuts and
bruises
on the left side
of her face
as she stands
only a foot in
front of him,
she reaches over
and takes the
book
from his hands
she looks at
the cover
and quickly leafs
through the pages
giving him a
shrug
of disinterest
in the choice
he had made
and hands him
back the book,
he struggles to
keep his head
above the waves
in this pool of
instant attraction
he’s floundering in
only able to
pull out a few
small words
to throw
her way
he asks her
what book he
should be getting,
she takes him
by the hand
causing
every little hair
on his body
to stand on
end
as she pulls
him
towards the fiction
section
her charismatic
nature
is so overpowering
he would follow
her
anywhere without
question
even though he
just met her
seconds ago,
she rifles through
the books
pulling them
off
the shelfs
and setting them
back down
on the counter
as she goes
while he picks up
each book
putting it in
its rightful
place
behind her
till she finds
something worthy
of her recommendation
she flips him
the book
“what’s this about?”
he asks
“Oh, some rich
preppy guy
comes home
from college
on winter break
to see his cheating
girlfriend’
she says,
she pulls out
her phone
checks the time
“Hey dude,
I got to go
can’t miss my bus”
he’s caught off
guard
by her sudden
announcement
his emotions
dropping him
from
the sky
without warning
she sees the
sad puppy
dog look
across his face
on his way
down,
she never
meant to
tie his heart
into knots
she sometimes
forgets
how fast boys
her age
can fall in
love
she was just
having a little
fun
while killing off
an over abundance
of time
“hand me your phone”
she says to
him
he gives it to
her
his heart
desperately trying
to grab hold
of her
trying to find
a way
to make her
stay
his mind racing
out in front
of her
but he says
nothing
as she holds
up
his phone
to take a
picture
of the two
of them
she looks over
at him and
says
“Come on,
give us a smile”
and puts her
arm
around his waist
and pulls him
closer
he puts forth
his best effort
while fighting back
the withdraws
from the high
she had sent
him on
before taking it
all a way
with just a
few words of
farewell,
panicking now
he tries to
recapture
those runaway
feelings
he had with
her
only a minute
ago
not yet understanding
he’ll never
catch up
to them again,
she hands him
back
the phone
gives him a
smile
along with a
“hope you like
the book”
and is on
her way
out the door
to wait for
the bus
at the curb,
not knowing
what else
to do
he heads to
the register
to pay for
the book
watching her
the whole time
standing there
hoping she turns
around towards
him
but she never
does
and a minute
later
she boards the
bus
and becomes lost
to him
behind the tinted
glass
of the bus
windows,
he looks down
at the picture
of her
and him
standing together
her big natural
smile
next to his
forced one
he’ll carry that
picture
on that phone
for years
till a jealous
girlfriend
deletes it,
he puts the
book on
the counter
and pushes it
towards
the clerk,
while truly
believing
in his heart
he could never
possibly feel
this way
about a girl
again…

Tom Allen…05*27*2018…


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sirricky

Mystery and Victory


Flesh and blood cannot inherit,
Because you have been defiled;
No matter how much you merit,
You have been an unruly child.

Corruption cannot inherit,
Treasure from the Kingdom of God;
For corruption will discredit,
Because of you as being flawed.

For I tell you a mystery,
Not all of us will fall asleep;
As we look back through history,
Many are merely like lost sheep.

For in the twinkling of an eye,
The time you hear the trumpet sound;
The dead will ascend to the sky,
The righteous will be Heaven bound.

The incorruptible will raise,
And clothed with immortality;
Singing to the Lord as we praise,
Going to a new reality.

All of us will experience change,
No longer will we be mortal;
As Jesus Christ will arrange,
To reach the heavenly portal.

This corruptible will be dressed,
With incorruptibility;
As this mortal will then be blessed,
And clothed with immortality.

Death is swallowed in victory,
But where is the victory sting;
For it is still a mystery,
Until we hear the angels sing.

For now, the sting of death is sin,
The power of sin is the Law;
Because when corrupted within,
And the pain will become a flaw.

But thanks, be unto our God,
Gives victory through our Lord;
Sends His Spirit to cleanse where flawed,
Changing to be in one accord.

So be steadfast, immovable,
Always excelling in His deeds;
God will find you approvable,
And He will cater to your needs.

Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer


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preciouspoetess

DREAMS ARE MY SOUL TALKING



~Dreams Are My Soul Talking~

As I peacefully slumber
My Guides and Angels
Appear to me

Through my dreams
Is where I am connected
To my Soul

I can see clearly
Of what is to come
And what is meant to be

For those dreams
Are the keys to my waking life

7/18/2018 preciouspoetess (All Rights Reserved)



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