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 Aug 2021 Caits
David Lessard
Breathe in, the fragrance of the morning
just past the dawn, when things are still
another day of life to cherish
get outside, beyond the windowsill

Take a little walk and stretch your legs
in the woods or open pasture
get the blood to flowing freely
don't let inertia be your master

You were made for moving, not for sitting
walk off the stiffness in your limbs
shut off the idiot's lantern in your room
put aside your silly foolish whims

Wake to a day that's spilling sunshine
bright light that nourishes the soul
if raindrop fall, don't be concerned
the one above is in control

Breathe in, the beauty that surrounds you
look to the mountains, not far away
discover wonder- on nature's trails
and thank God- for this favored day.
 Jul 2021 Caits
Steven Forrester
Is it meaningless
If i hold your hand
Is it meaningless
If i touch your face
Is it meaningless
Or is it grand
Is everything meaningless
In this rat race
Every grain of sand
Every rock 'n' roll band
Every lady and every man
Yet i still stand
I stand and write
I write only what is true
Whats true is not always right
Whats right is not always you
And again I stand
I stand for those with no home
I stand for those who are all alone
I stand for those who need defense
I stand for those trapped behind the fence
Of total control
I know I've lost my hold
And now I've turned cold
I stand for those who are helpless
Even if you think its meaningless
(c) Steven Forrester
 Jul 2021 Caits
John Stevens
Here I stand so shaky, as I begin to walk
Learning from Mom, learning to talk.
The examples I see will shape my way
The decisions I make, will shape my day.

Here I stand to begin, in life’s early hour
I’ll test the limits, I’ll test my power.
In the terrible twos, the decisions to come
Are made by the hand, and shaped by Mom.
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Here I stand at the dawn, the edge of the day
With decisions to make and prices to pay.
The choice is mine and mine to make
The decisions I choose will make or break.

Here I stand a teen in the prime of life
A time of joy, a time of strife.
I stand at the crossroad as I start these years.
There is the road of honor, the road of tears.
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Here I stand to choose again and again.
Do I choose to loose or do I choose win.
One road I see will cause me pain.
The other I see will grant me gain.

Here I stand at a crossroad, to choose this hour
The choice I make is in my power.
To choose the wrong or choose the right
I will set my course, I will set my plight.
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Here I stand as I marry, the Love of my life
Become one with her, to be my wife.
The vows we say, the promise we make
Are made forever, we will not break.

Here I stand by my Love, our daughter’s first hour
Now Mother and Father, with our delicate flower.
The example she sees, the example I live
Is the greatest gift, a Father can give.
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Here I stand at the bedside, my mother’s last hour.
She withstood the storms, of time and its power.
Though times were rough, she withstood the test
Her love sustained me, she gave me her best

Here I stand in awe of the example she set
Of truth and honor, I’m in her debt.
The decisions she made were examples to me
Helped mold my life, in what I could be.
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Here I stand as the evening, of life draws near
I’ve tried to follow the paths found dear
Paths of love and honor, from examples I see
From those before me, that I strive to be.

Here I stand did I, make the right choice?
Did I follow the loud or the still small voice?
For I now understand, the power of love
It’s the power given by the God above.
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Here I stand to survey my life today
I began and will end, on the edge of the day.
The choices I made, He was always near
His Grace and Mercy has brought me here.

Now I kneel in His presence the race is run
His grace has sustained me, the journey is done.
He brought me through, the dusk, the night
To a brand new day, what a wonderful sight.
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© ( 1-19-2001- John L. Stevens)
This is my life as I come to the end of the poem.

I began and will end on the edge of the day. Now June 2014. Made it 13 more years since written.
When I was a child
Wednesday was a half-day
an early closing day
but now
it's a full day
a work your self away day,

I think today
I might or I might not
it all depends on the energy
I think I've got
go to work for half a day
or maybe a full day and work
at half the speed,
I also think that I need
coffee,

she kisses me and says,
there there,
it'll be okay
and I feel better.
Wednesday always was.
 Jul 2021 Caits
Leydis
Un beso no es solo un beso
Un beso no es solo un roce
de dos labios, de dos caras.

Un beso es un pórtico a un mundo de duendes.
Es transitar entre saliva aguas celestes.
Es atascar la puerta al existencialismo al cerrar los ojos.
Por eso cerramos los ojos al besar,
porque, es una entrega amena.
Un beso es poder entregarte completamente.
Desafiando la duda impertinente.
Retando el tiempo entre suspiros.
Es hablarle al corazón atreves de fluidos.
Es exponer la tibieza  de tu esencia a quien tiene el privilegio de peregrinar en tus ríos.
Espacios donde habita la esencia más pura de tu ser, tu espíritu.
Lo que has protegido,
Lo que has venerado,
Lo que has soportado.
Es palpar el paraíso, entender la creación,
lo que Dios vislumbro cuando nos creó.
Por eso, se avisa sobre el que besa y sus ojos no cierras,
Y si tú lo percibiste estabas ausente en esa entrega.

No, un beso no es algo ****** y pedestre.
No es relegarlo por doquier sin discreción alguna.
No es rasparte una borrachera en la lengua de cualquiera.
No. Un beso es un compromiso,
Algunos besan para traicionar como Judas lo hizo con Jesucristo.
Otros besos sellan el amor que una madre tiene por sus hijos.
Otros besos enlazan por siempre a desconocidos destinados desde el principio.

Un beso es un lazo bendito,
Es una estrofa, una prosa, es rimar en la poesía de una boca.

Y aunque sedienta este mi boca,
por el roce de unos labios,
Yo sigo esperando el beso……………………………… de mi eterno amado.
Pues, desde hace mucho tiempo, mis labios entendieron
……………………………………………………..que al él están destinados.


LeydisProse
6/29/2017
https://www.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
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A kiss is not just a kiss
Kiss is not only a friction of two orifices or two faces.  

A kiss is a portal to a world of gnomes.
It’s to travel with saliva through celestial waters.
It is to jam the door to Existentialism as you close your eyes.
That is the only reason why we close our eyes as we kiss,
it’s because kissing is a sweet surrender.  
It’s defying the insolence of uncertainties.
It’s challenging time between sighs of delight.
It’s to speak to the heart through fluids of passion.
It is to expose the warmth of your essence to those
who have the privilege to pilgrimage through your rivers.

Spaces inhabited by the purest essence of your being, of your spirit,  
that which you have protected,
that which you have revered,
that which you have endured.
It is feel paradise,
It’s to finally understand Creation,
what God intended and envisioned for us.  
It’s the reason why we advise against people
who kiss without closing their eyes,
and if you’re aware, that means you were absent during that surrender.

No, a kiss is not something ****** or ordinary.  
You don't have to give it away it without discretion.  
Do not sober up your binge drinking in the tongue of a stranger.

No, a kiss is a commitment!
Some kiss to betray, the way Judas did to Jesus.
Other kisses are a seal of love,
like the one a mother gives to her children.  
Other kisses forever bind strangers who have been destined to be together.

A kiss is blessed connection,
is a verse, a prose, is to rhyme in the poetry of someone’s oral cavity.

Although my mouth is thirsty and yearning for touch and a kiss,
I am waiting for a particular kiss... the kiss of my eternal beloved.  

Some time ago, my lips understood.. .
that they were destined to be kissed by him.

LeydisProse
"The Three Kisses

The Kiss Of Hello
The Kiss That Is Never Just A Kiss

The Kiss That Spikes Vein With Precision Orchestra
The Kiss That Heals In Entirety

The Kiss That Hides The Relent Of Vex
The Kiss That Suffocates Rusting Man

The Kiss Without Detail/Ed System)
The Kiss That Pounds Each Pore To State Of ******

The Kiss That Hiroshimates Euphoria
The Kiss That Approximates/Parallels Living

The Kiss Only
The Kiss, The Kiss

The Kiss Of Neither Hello Nor Goodbye
The Kiss For The Sake

The Kiss To Save Face
The Distracted Kiss For/Of Domestic Bliss

The Kiss To Bathe Mania In Generic ******, The Kiss Of The Motions
The Kiss Of Searing Content, Hindering Suffocation And Blasé Defection

The Default Kiss, The Efficient Kiss, The Alteria (Motive) Kiss
The Kiss That Makes Sense

The New Language Of Kiss
Le Kiss, Le Kiss

The Kiss Of Goodbye

The Kiss That Is Never Just A Kiss
The Kiss That Spikes Vein With Precision Orchestra

The Kiss That Deals In Hypocrisy
The Kiss That Begins And Ends Each Second

Job, Health, Kiss, Marriage, Car, Security, Kiss,
Yearn, Enjoyment, Loss, Holiday, Kiss, Loss Holiday Kiss

The Kiss That Hiroshimates Plague
The Kiss That Parallels Living/Approximates Rage

The Memory Of Kiss Acidifies Brain
The Kiss, The Kiss, The End.
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