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 Oct 2014 Raina Grace
wordvango
I am getting to the center
   the middle meanings
by reaching deep down
    seeking the riddles
poking through out the day and night
     fiddling that fiddle
digging a treasure up
      settling on melodies
a lil' off key from
        the civilizations  
accepted remedies,
           digging, however,
till I succeed.
 Oct 2014 Raina Grace
wordvango
green boughs yellow leaves glistening sun glancing from streams
leading to  red roses yes thorns prickling wild berries
generously feed us fields flowing yellow goldenrod
crimson sunsets glowing silver moons
trembling we lie under holding dreams in hands the temples
promised by me to you our earth under us, I give,
A new sun a horizon of scented freedom
with me and you
and nothing else meaning a thing.
A dawn on this horizon,
dew drops a visage,
a nature never
visited
by any romance
before.
 Oct 2014 Raina Grace
wordvango
I add up all the plusses
subtract the middle fingers
divide by you and me
   and decide it does not matter.
The beauty I see when I look at thee
with your solitary tear down your cheek
hypnotizes our hearts and makes us cry
as we touch the dampness as our gaze collides ...

I can see your longing in your words of poetry
of beauty you write each and every night
through moonlight midnight lingering in a trance
we hand you a rose to your distant glance ...

Facing your heaven waiting for the prize
holding your heart on your sleeve
tears of sorrow we can feel
your the beauty we see in your painted sky ...

Behold our aurora entranced we are
shimmer of energy on gentle wind
exploding radiant that you stand
peace overcomes in the gift of your dance ...

Dear Poetess's, here is a simple rose
you deserve more I hope it grows
one day someone will come in your life
a prophetic dream will make your day....

To my lovely poetess friends and to the ones that read every day..
You've got a friend

Debbie Brooks 2014
Dedicated to all the lovely lady poetess's here on HELLO POETRY
I could list all your names but I don't want to forget anyone...
ERENN
RUPAL
HILDA
Keaoss
Weeping Willow
 Oct 2014 Raina Grace
wordvango
Painters hands always so messy oiled up
reek of turpentine smoke moonshine
Alizarin crimson streaks lamp black roots
their faces gesso'd to unreality they fan
brushes broken
canvases filled to their brim
much as poets
who reek of  one day's and starlights
mountain peaks they haven't seen
Martini's black in white spaces, coats waiting to attack,
tie up.
With dried up pens, filled notebook paper.
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