Ripples From Little Feet.

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Broken pieces of ice floated through the melting stream,
Springtime birthed in the laps of innocent mornings,
Aurora faded into the northern woods as the geese flew back,
The young girl from behind a merry-go-round watched.

In her little heart compassion filled with courage she felt,
The leaving winter cold, arriving spring mist she feared not,
All emotions in that little soul something unknown blended,
Bare little legs with love warmed into the flowing stream she dipped.

Those little ripples through the flowing stream they grew,
And through the plains and into the gulf and oceans they fell,
Love grew and ripples with passions flown through storms,
And through currents beyond those little eyes to another side flew.

Far, far away on the other side of the world, a man stood,
Who from childhood to youth a feeling in his mind he felt,
The definition he understood not but as years passed redefined,
Perspectives to purpose of a self that filled with love, undefined.

Near the Arabian sea, he stood as the waves trickled his legs,
Light rain fell, the winds with cold filled, and the ripples reached,
Touching his legs and through veins, to all of him feelings spread,
The day he learned, definitions of him far away from him grew.

Oceans and mountains, plains and towns, cities and beaches,
From riches to poverty, parties to ruins life he celebrated,
Every word he said, every action he performed for one search,
That trickling feeling he felt, source of that ripple that touched.

Many turns and twists life took and one day at her eyes he looked,
The youth filled lover a shy filled smile she gave and he felt,
That trickle that consumed the rest of his life in her good,
And the rest of his life for her happiness he dedicated.

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The Forbidden Image.

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Describe to me the happiness of your heart,
Beating, again and again, gaining happiness,
For you and by you in morning meditation smiles,
And in silence away from my loving smiles you walked.

The tiring day, the busy holiday season, ah’, we both stood,
The buyers in satisfaction smiled, you and I wished them well,
The sprouted dream kept us together and to my side, you came,
And with another smiling colleague, I snapped a selfie of us.

Oh’, the only image where you and I stood side by side,
But the many images when we stood side by side soul painted,
And from each of those, dreams about love of us, sprouted,
Ah’, though far away, trying to undo kindled love, we both still smile.

Your search for that image, now forbidden for the world to see,
Oh’, one day, someday, together we will stand in a new image,
May those images the living and the unliving copy and spread,
Still in my promise, that one image I took will remain forbidden to see.

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The Fairy Tale Writer.

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Times have changed so did viewpoints of minds,
Tales of the fancy of minds, ah’, fairies told,
And dreams woke even in the brightness of days,
Such dreams a poet translated into verse.

The wilderness of the world as a canvas he took,
His own romance into lives around he blended,
And from one of those lives a dream he heard,
And into that “bright smile” verses he wrote.

“Loveliness through the cityscape spread,
Love in the heart of the man from soul sprouted,
Touching every dream from her childhood she saw,
He became the charming prince upon a unicorn came.

The unicorn from the mountain flew through the morning dew,
And the prince took the rainbow and fired his arrows of love,
The dreams fulfilled and in front of her, reading her soul he stood,
Writing another dream, filled with love from her heart he stole.”.

What love he wrote, ah’, not any ordinary smile in his mind he saw,
The embedded smiles of a lover who yearned his love with love,
He felt and that to a dream led and that dream into life he wrote,
Oh’, poet became poetry and better poetry from there he wrote.

Reality proclaimed as fantasy and fantasy fabricated reality,
Ah’, such life when wrote became the fantastic fairy tale,
The beginning the poet in love-filled ways of two hearts he wrote,
A fairy tale in time two lovers through realities of life will conclude.

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Sorrow Of The Penancing Sage.


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Heart beats to find a rhythm for the body to follow,
Perplexing times in narrowed spaces no rhythms found,
So all arrows of the life at the unloved soul turned,
The very thought about love ah’, an endless torture.

But from deep inside the soul the courage he found,
Where colors of all that world adore meant nothing,
The paths the world paved with rubbish filled,
And they led to pastures that shown unrecognizable mirages.

Oh’, each wish inside his soul with her face he weaved,
And every one of those wishes he strung together,
Ah’, dedicated every bit of his energy in those wishes,
But a penancing sage he became, alone, in some wilderness.

Not so far, not really near she stood, sat, slept but left,
Him in his penance as the world in all its colors around her danced,
Those chaos blurred vision deafened her and drowned the felt love,
A drop of tear rolled down Sage’s cheek to become ink of his verse.

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Story Of The Day.


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Second Day Of August – 2019.

The night lost his obsession to light and gathered,
Clouds to cover the starlight reaching my eyes,
I see no more dreams as lightless became,
My subconscious too without the light of her love.

What part of night blacked out her dreams?
Or is it the bright light of fate that blinded her?
Oh’, Little Boss whoever told to abandon my love,
Wrong they are, for nothing can stop me from loving you.

Noon was outshone by a pleasant evening away,
From thoughts and wild attempts to weave new dreams,
And brightened the night with touches of love for Little Boss,
Prayers filled my thoughts for her in wealth and health.

Every day in one way or the other, a reason I find,
To heal disappointments or romance and drown,
Pain of the ignored, Insult of the abandoned,
Oh’, all gives me a good reason to smile in love.

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Story Of The Day.

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Thirty First Day Of July – 2019.

Morning through the great plains scattered,
And through branches, leaves, and grass cruised,
Those little birds learning to sing found new tunes,
With mouths full of honey sang sweeter than honey.

The search of the morning continued late closer to noon,
Looking deep into life for something I can’t comprehend,
Then to lighten the intensity named I the morning, Little Boss.
Oh’, I wonder what she looks for in my love for her.

As noon and afternoon in their rituals passed,
Into the evening I relaxed through my life with thoughts,
How wonderfully into my life Little Boss can blend,
Her life and together a stronger life we both can build.

The night burned around me in a new intensity,
Question of romance ruling life in full arch rose,
Through the veins of time spread night into life,
And life recited in verses of love the written fate,

Fate of me and you together in love, my Little Boss.

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Story Of The Day.

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Twenty Eighth Day Of July – 2019.

Silence roamed free in the last phase of the night,
As dance of the light rehearsed between late night stars,
As sleepless tiredness held my brain and vowed,
To break me into a somnambulistic warrior of romance.

And to those feelings of tiredness aloud I said,
“Oh’, she said, “I am much older” and stabbed,
The romantic harder than you all ever can,
But she knows she can’t kill me as she loves me.”.

The madness of the summer day wildly tried,
To masquerade the insanity with sunshine,
Oh’, no magic manipulation can kill my love,
That gnawed the day away but my love shone,

Bright with the face of my Little Boss and reigned,
My heart, my soul and the essence of my time,
And to time and the pulse of the world I said,
“She is the love, soulmate, my twin flame.”.

The night didn’t even tried to take a swing at my love,
And fell apart in thunderstorms as my soul deep felt,
The untouched love of Little Boss bit by bit she feels,
And that love has only one face, my smiling face.

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Story Of The Day.

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Twenty Seventh Day Of July – 2019.

Day woke up into the busy life of a weekend,

As I forgot to see the beauty of the morning twilight,

And through the eyes of the busy man I looked,

Second by second life into the day drained.

Left I my home, my town and somewhere in town my love,

Oh’, Little Boss, I wished I can say bye to you with a kiss,

Love indeed is a fantastic feeling that blurs reality,

When parting, Oh’, hearts ache, eyes well, and dreams sprout.

The train ride much more relaxed and fun filled,

Than any flight or drive I can take to OZ land,

Kind people I met, found new styles of thoughts,

But every thought began and ended with Little Boss.

When passing by great rivers I thought,

Oh’, is there a dream I should float away,

Ah’, yes my conscience said and I floated,

The nightmare where I lose my LIttle Boss.

Peace achieved my mind and silenced,

Doubts and fear, answerless questions,

Then when destination came to me I said,

“Oh’, make me the blessing she seeks everyday.”.

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Sixteenth Day Of July – 2019.

The silent night at the full moon again and again gazed,
As sky slowly in the east turned burning bright red,
The moon fell far into the ocean to bathe and be ready,
To show his pretty face to the romantics on the other side.

The brightness of the moon in my mind slowly faded,
As a memory of Little Boss took me to bed and dreams,
The phantoms of morning all around me screamed,
A grin stayed on my face when about her, I dreamed and slept.

The stillness of the afternoon spread far and wide even on to Sun,
Who blazed and gazed across horizons for a new look and sense,
All he achieved was another day of burning and the world mocked,
And celebrated another fantastic summer day uncaring the sweaty sun.

Evening and early night tried their circus to distract,
Me from a calamity unkindly stalked me, unknown to me,
But the stalker failed to hide and with stalker I fabricated,
Yet another story to tell myself in my soliloquy and laugh.

Late night stood bright with another bright-lit moon up high,
Oh’, his adventures on the other side of planet thinned him a bit,
But the halo he left on my mind around my Little Boss glowed,
And made the romantic feeling of love fattened a bit more this day.

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At Miller Park Watching A Baseball Game.