tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24562840060765276572020-10-05T04:29:39.948-04:00A poetry blog where the rhythm and flow of my pen will be your joy, tears and comfort.The Poethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00667034322952126127noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2456284006076527657.post-65841600001876732692015-09-25T23:04:00.000-04:002018-12-26T22:40:30.328-05:00

To my dear friends and readers, During my time away, I have missed you. I have not forgotten the love and laughter we once shared. I am returning to you with more love and invite you to listen to the voice of my heart speaking with yours in the stillness of dawn... Click on any image to read more.

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My dear friends and readers, Even though much time has elapsed, I have not in any way abandoned my blog. My poetry remains very important to me and I will always continue to share it with you. I hope you enjoy this new one penned from the depths and soil of my heart. Wishing well. Your poet ~ Andy POETRY AND PASSION Some misfortunes in life – be it yours or mine – are a direct

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  My lovely maiden, I see the meaning of life in your eyes, with the written law of love upon your precious heart. In your smile, I see light from above and the joy of knowing the happiness that rests upon your person. O my love, the fragrance of your tender kisses stays with me the way golden leaves cling to a tree for comfort and survival. With you beside me in my chamber, your

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Lady Flower, in wakefulness, I can hold your tender beauty with a tearful smile, but in dreams, I can see the very depths of eternity through your beautiful heart. Affectionately yours is what I am and you will see the crown of desire I wear for you inside the arch of every rainbow.  Darling, it is amongst the purest flowers of life that I find sweet innocence in the temple of your

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Darling, you have always been the flower of love in the garden of my heart that I nurtured and adored with tears. Sadly, in my empty dreams at night, I find myself roaming the universe frantically searching for the fragrance of any flower to remind me of beautiful you. As I long for you with ecclesiastical hope, the intensity of my pain pushes me into the arms of reality, which in

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My dear friends and readers, As you're probably aware by now, from 1st July 2013, Google Reader will be discontinued, which means you will no longer be able to view this blog's activities using that particular reader.  If you would like to continue receiving blog updates, you may use the following alternatives: - Follow this blog with Bloglovin Follow this blog using NetworkedBlogs

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My darling, permit me to bear thorough witness about the qualities and values I have found in you. Permit me to celebrate this love and friendship that have become symbols of my humble life. In all of my ailments and sorrows, it is you who delivers me from misery with your kindness, and in this incorrigible world, it is your spiritual encouragement that keeping me focused upon the

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Who will console me now that my heart has entered into the very depths of misery and sadness? I have lost all dignity and hope in the power of faithful promises that once beautified this heart of mine. Sadly, this empty feeling is difficult to explain, for evil is greater and more powerful than our imperfect, human strength. My weary countenance is of a broken man

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The lips of a sleeping rose gently brushed mine during an enchanting evening with a beautiful maiden. With a touch of playful grace, she allowed the veil hiding her pretty face to slip so I could peer into her eyes of freedom. Even her feet were decorated in jewelry as she walked towards me magically, leaving behind golden dust as a reminder of how fortunate I was to be in her

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Love is not selfish and can easily be understood by the loneliest of hearts isolated from society or mankind. Love is the bread of all food and can fill the emptiness of a man yearning for infinite happiness. Love is the most priceless jewel of the heart and does not need to be studied or pondered over in a classroom full of learned men. Love is the greatest quality

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Only once in a lifetime will a poet find the true flower of his dreams who matches his own nostalgic thoughts. With each poem that he writes, he empties his spirit, giving the compassionate reader a glimpse into the very depths of his heart. Lady Flower, because of your humble existence, I have come to know the reality of true, human beauty. If only I could create

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This rapacious world will prey upon an empty soul, even when there is nothing left but tears and sorrow. It will try to capture the heart lacking the wisdom to discern the difference between right and wrong or contentment and greed. Although bruised and lost within the willows of a barren garden and the poverty of lonesome darkness, my heart remains steadfast against any

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Lady Flower, how is it possible for the naked wind to clothe me with the sweetness from your timeless fragrance without you ever being in my midst? Every time you dispel your kisses to the heavens, I can feel them upon my face, as if I am welcome before the Throne of the Almighty Himself. Kindly include me in sanctifying the shrine of your dreams so I may learn and understand

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The greatness of love and passion can give anyone wings to soar into the imagination of a lover to understand the secrets of his or her emotions. My heart has always been most humble beneath the sails of love, even though my voyage had no destination in the gentle arms of a loving woman with your pretty smile. In tearful dreams, I have summoned love, but the only response I ever

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Lady Flower, this lonely road I walk is the only garden my heart knows. To watch you gracefully decorating it with your feminine gait leaves me breathless, while wishing you were mine. My soul even becomes intoxicated every time I look at you among nature's blossoms giving beauty to my dreams. Sadly, as the final days of autumn come to an end, my heart willingly

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So sacred is your gorgeous presence that I can actually feel your beautiful shadow touching me with love under the splendor of the sun. Your name remains upon my lips, for I find myself whispering it among the flames of a fire started by the raindrops of passion. Even the melody of your bangles in my ears leaves a divine sound much sweeter than ringing bells in a house of

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Lady Flower, the taste of love's zinfandel remains upon my lips, moist and wet from echoing your name in the winds. How I triumph with desire over the fruits in my dreams that seem to bear the elixir of your feminine sweetness. Should you examine my emotions, you would surely find your desires within, carefully wrapped up in the fervor of love. So mesmerizing is your sultry beauty

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Secretly, I watched the waters of a lonely lake gesturing to a beautiful woman sitting upon its banks to touch its ripples with her painted toes. If only I were one of the stones lying alongside such meekness, then how privileged I would be to feel her tender footsteps upon my heart. With sheer beauty, she bore the curves of a flower gently bending upon a stem under the golden

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My darling, it is because of you that my heart has discovered these magical emotions of love, for whenever I look at your smile, you beautify my eyes. Your enchanting grace and charm thrill me with wordless songs, even if all I can hear is the melody of the wind. So simplistic are your feminine ways that my heart grows excited just to watch you bow before a garden of swaying roses.

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Pinamar, Argentina Poetry represents the universal language of sweet love, for no rhyme is necessary to express its tender and deep emotions among paragraphs written from joyful tears. The three most powerful words of poetry that any human can whisper or utter to another are…"I love you". Love epitomizes the ultimate authority of the heart, for every manuscript created under

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Love has a way of compelling us to listen intently to her tender voice whenever she speaks. She is the greatest of all feelings the human heart can ever experience or enjoy in this journey of life. Love is more beautiful than flowers in spring and the greatest treasure readily available to every human alive...it is the wealth among wealth with a priceless value that never

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Is it possible for the silence of the wind to echo the whisper of love and not be heard? My prose poems have been published in the winds and carried into the dreams of a lonely woman to learn of my deepest secrets. She quietly reads each line with a humble, faithful heart…savoring the mystical flavor of love in her memory before falling asleep. So magical are my words

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Daughters of the night stood beside my sickbed and asked for a final reading of love from the tablets of my heart. With deep respect and in a frail voice, I spoke of love like a gentle prayer from my pale, dry lips. "Love," I whispered, "is greater than life itself, for in life, sin gives birth to imperfection, causing us to stumble upon pain and betrayal, with a seduction of tears

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Secretly, the flame of a lonely woman burns sweetly, giving warmth only to the man who observes her feminine enchantments with a love song in his heart. Every mountain and valley in the willows of life can hear her whispers for love and know the kind of romanticism she dreams of among lonesome darkness. The vocabulary of love she speaks is of a deep silence and contains

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Love is not something you can keep to yourself, for it is the command of the heart that leads to the greatest rewards in life. It is no secret that love is more precious than beauty and is a gift that will never fade, in spite of age, time or season. Love is more beautiful than a body of blinking stars and is as pure as the tears falling from a weeping angel. Answering

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