In The Silence Of My Mind!
In the silence of my mind I found your love my darling,
you came to life like the night's gentle winds.
When dawn broke to a new day you my love turned from a bright
star, to the heaven's new sun, 'In love again we began
With falling rains, to feel our midday's warmth. In the
silence of my mind, I find your love will return and forever.
Kiss again we do as the night grows in boundless beauty.
Behind no heavenly cloud can you hide. ' No not from me ever
No, some new moon tonight dances over the dripping sands of our
last place of love. '
Go, again we do to live on these passionate shores. Then
through our fading night you push then lovingly shove.
Dreaming ends now, in a waking firing dawn. You my love are
nowhere to be found, you pass like the silent night, still
you have been to this night wanderer so very kind.
Beaming rays cross my heart in remembrance, I'll always sleep
in fondness with you, love always. Now we'll live again on
this night soon to come,
"IN THE SILENCE OF MY MIND!!
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This Day Called Christmas Doth Have Meaning
The Church of POE laid in despairing darkness yet chimes could be heard
ringing off in the silence of this historic Night; Be Yee aware of the cold good friend
you travel without a warming coat and your shoes are soulless there was little Light!
I can see you not Sir, just as well spoke the talking shadow I might well scare you by my
dress but Sir I have no Fear; By the shifting winds he identified himself as I am a
traveler and very low on funds I call myself Debbor Punn who be your Sir, Perhaps my Peer!
Not so good Sir, now he spoke in whispers the cold sweeping winds shot over the Edgar
doorway then this spiraling jaded light broke the Blackness; Caught again on the freezing
stone steps he yelled and your name Sir, well Sir I am just a ghost call me Allen, again a
surging arch of cascading colors of Alienness!
Just as good Debbor became accustomed to the coloring spectrum it grew dim before each
foot a silver slipper laid in bright ; Dust in the form of new sprinkling snow filled the
air still the shadow spoke your life has been hard Debbor Punn would you like to hear
about Mine!
Poets he spoke have a place in all our history we write about life and give purpose some
find emptiness not so Us; Show it for what it is a heart that we carry from place to place
always we need answers as on this night Punn you find me faceless but we Must!
Begin with peace Edgar, true but not all can find it its like a warming Summer day it must
pass true he said then comes the dread of a freezing Winter Storm; When the storm passes
we feel relieved a burden named fear has been removed, now he turned on the stone walk a
new Chesterfield coat hung on the Allen door he grew Warm!
In came a drunk say fellow who you been talking to, why the ghost of Poe, it was then he
stuck his hand in the overcoat pocket a name came out wrapped in Money; Winds tore in
vigor at Debbor Punn and the drunk, boy nice coat yes he gave me it and these Ermine lined
slippers, sure and I am the fairy Bunney!
Could be what's your name good Sir, the drunk looked at Debbor Punn said (Bud) Franklin
and disappeared Debbor exclaimed boy does he need Weaning; Would you say goodbye Mr. Poe
into the dawns first light he stepped in a flaming silhouette he shot by Mr. Punn with
"This Day Called Christmas Doth Have Meaning"!
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A Glorious Face
Beating drums clashed in the late nights silence, Barnasheba shook with
every methodical Note; Hearting temples shed in the crossing perfumed Queens Chambers her
maidens made ready the love Boat!
Scribes have written on her greatness avowing her to be the Eternal Flames of Beauty and
she does so wear her endless youth Well; Wives fringe before her charms and lay bare
before her Nurturing Bosom then slide to heat in Hell!
Jealous they maybe yet in each new encounter before her burning eyes they stand in
devotion before this Queen; Zealous Kingsmen bend in homage to her throne yet in deeper
respect they pray to what she Seems!
Kind to no faults killingly beautiful and towering above all Mortal Women in love she
singes the night in one Place; Bind she does to all who come before her scents she sits as
Elizabeth, a Crowning Queen with "A Glorious Face!"
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