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How do I love thee????


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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.....

 

I love thee from here to the sun and around the moon

My love for thee can not be measured in breaths or glittering gold

My love for thee is not for what you can do for me or what I can do for you.

My love for you just is….it can not be bought, and it can not be sold.

My love for you is not sewn with lies… but in sweet heart melting sighs.

My heart soars on the wings of a hawk above the clouds and green earth.

My love for you is real and that is something no one can steal.

Nor mortal man can curse what the Goddess births.

Take away all mortal trappings we hold dear but you can’t change the way I feel.

I love thee....

 

S.L.

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A seed is planted lying still in my bosom

Picking me as its chosen

Quietly, gently, tip toeing permeating body and mind

Seconds, minutes, hours, days roots bind

A friendship is formed the seed takes mass

Time flies and all of a sudden we have a past.

 

Building on times gone by two hawks take wing and fly.

Arm in arm and Wing to wing. Flying over the ramparts

And sing….

 

Bring it on what ever you dare to bring. To warmer climes

We dare until the early spring.

We dare the winds to be our guide.

We dare the fates that test our pride.

We dare to laugh, love and be merry…

Going where folks aren’t so countrary.

 

Building our nest and raising our brood.

Letting in the light all that is bright

Where we are not subject to others mood

And feeling one with the world and alright.

 

The seed is no longer in germination

Its sprouted on the vine

Nothing left to the imagination

Like red red wine….Intoxication.

 

Pushing off, letting go, a flutter of wings and a bow….

It’s off toward the stars and through the clouds.

 

S.L.

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Work in progess... not titled.

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So you chug-a-lug with engine sputter

Lugging all that baggage, try as you might putter

Toss the blame at spark plug and lack of sizzle

While anyone can see its getting old and drivel.

 

Those wet behind the gears relate very well.

And think your spit and shine is chrome.

You might spin a good game of RPM’s

But when it comes to it you lack the evolutions.

 

Top end in harmony with bottom

True torque moves a body forward

You have all the subtlety of golem

And the speed of a found on the side of the road…

Ford.

 

So move your silly arrse over and let the hawk fly

Rolling on into the curves and leaning into the by and by.

 

You might try to fix that carburetor

It’s coughing stuttering the same dead tune

Sounds like a dry percolator

You’re bound to hit bottom soon.

 

Turn your head the other way

As I pass in only third gear

Laugh and jeer if makes you, and you must

But until you learn to live and lean into the wind….

Eat my dust.

 

S.L.

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The sun will come up on the morrow.

Shine down upon me as I take my ease

Rolling on the throttle, laughing in the brrrrreeeeeze.

 

Can you hear my heart sing?

Can you hear my joy?

Ride to live and live to ride… the road we’ll take

Side by side.

 

A Hawk on my shoulder and one on his breast.

Two different reasons

Both hearts put to the test.

 

You fly your way and I’ll fly mine.

You twist your throttle and I’ll twist mine.

 

I’ll chase you and you chase me

Sometimes side by side

And sometimes I’ll ride behind.

 

The wind plays through your hair

Mounted on your chrome covered steed.

Black leather and shades

As we waltz at high speeds.

 

A squiggly sign my heart begins to race

The sensuous dance of the road

As I give a merry chase.

 

I pass you and you pass me

Look out for critters and road debris

In the wind can you hear my glee?

 

Side by side we fly as Hawks watch from the sky

Bit by bit we chew up road as we ride.

 

Moving forward on a bike no reverse

In the rearview the past looks perverse

 

Into the night and into the light

By the sun and by pale moonlight

 

The hawks ride. Side by Side.

 

Can you hear my heart sing?

Can you hear my joy?

Ride to live and live to ride… the road we’ll take

Side by side.

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Thank-you both...

 

I have a tendency to write whent the mood strikes and that is usually somewhere after mid-night.... its my I can't sleep Insomnia muse. lol.

 

Hey... I can't ride my motorcycle after midnight... so I've gotta do something to get my rocks off.

 

Feeling like this right about now. Been a l-o-n-g day at work.

 

I'd like to put pen to paper with more than just poetry... something with more substance....

 

think I'll need to stock up on the caffeine. lol.

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