Poem – Solitude

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield shade,
In winter, fire.

Blest, who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixed; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

Romance Is Dead – April Avalon

A glass of cheap vodka tastes just like depression –
It hurts to be sober tonight.
The mirror reflects such a hideous expression
That I promptly turn off the light.
Some porno, then casual sex with my hand…
Oh damn! This is something I shouldn’t have said.
Why don’t you believe that I need no boyfriend –
No problems, no worries, no tears, no regret?

Romance is dead,
And so am I,
I can’t forget
My perfect lie.
I still recall
The times we had.
Oh well, that’s all.
Romance is dead.

I can’t fall asleep, so I get on the net,
Where I claim to be an online super-wh-,
I find guys like you just to make them all fret,
My tease makes them want me, but they can’t get more
Than flirt for some minutes, some sexual tension
And then disconnect. Their muse disappears.
I’ve had a good time with these cruel intentions –
Enough for today. See you later, my dear.

Romance is dead,
And so am I,
I can’t forget
My perfect lie.
I still recall
The times we had.
Oh well, that’s all.
Romance is dead.
Romance is dead!

You say it is stupid, it doesn’t make sense,
But you are the first to have buried romance.

Our Romance – Lamar Cole

Our romance is like the sun gleaming.
The moon beaming.
Our romance is like the stars shining so bright.
All through the heavenly night.

Our romance is like violins playing.
Sunny days staying.
Our romance is like birds singing.
Bells ringing.

Our romance is like rivers flowing.
Flowers growing.
Our romance is like a cool wind.
Love that never ends.

A Stolen Kiss – Ray Lucero

‘Twas Spring in a desert town
Chill was in the evening air
Desert land bare and brown
I’d longed to see my lady fair
Dressed all in black
She tapped softly at my door
She still possessed a knack
To shake me to my core

Dinner for two at some quiet place
Where time once more stood still
Rekindled love set hearts to race
Life held no greater thrill

We shook hands, said good bye
I chanced “A Stolen Kiss”
Then gone the magic moment
of our romantic bliss…

The Kiss – ArmourQuill Hunter

What’s in a kiss; how many there-be…?
‘So many, it boggles the mind’s reality…’
A kiss can be a greeting- “of body and soul-! ‘
It’s an unspoken language, telling more than “what’s told.”
It is sometimes “a spark-, ” to light one’s flame…
Or often “self-flattery” to play one’s game.

There’s the ‘kiss of friendship-, ‘
The ‘kiss of guile…, ‘
The ‘kiss of SINCERITY, ‘
The ‘kiss of style…, ‘
There’s the ‘kiss of Life” and the ‘kiss of Death! ‘
There’s the ‘kiss that steals one’s breath away…”
And one “that prays it will last all day! ”
There’s the ‘kiss that frees the soul…’
Also one that ‘detours from one’s goal…! ‘
There’s the kiss of a parent, the “kiss of a child…, ”
The “kiss of curiosity- running wild…! ”
The kiss of respect; and a kiss of shame…,
A kiss of honor- and “a kiss to tame…! ”
There’s a kiss of the reserved-, “perceived amorous- (the same): ”
A kiss of ‘the insecure-, ‘ to win their ball game!
There’s a ‘kiss of the stagnant; ‘ the ‘kiss of the free…! ”
Also a ‘kiss of those secure-, ” as the best there can be…

Yet what’s in a kiss-, that’s the question still…?
Maybe, it’s how we perceive it to be-,
A reflection of “our state-of-mind…! ”
But; there’s the kiss of harmony…
A kiss that divides…
A kiss that is honest…
And a kiss that hides….
There’s a kiss of the clever…
A kiss of the mundane…
There’s “a kiss like a symphony-, ” with rapturous refrain…!
There’s a plane where “Mercy and Truth meet intimately in bliss; ”
In the plumbline-address, where “Righteousness and Peace kiss! ”
Yet ‘still-in-all-, ‘ maybe the question should be-,
Not ‘what’s in a kiss” but “what’s in the Kisser, ‘ you see…

Kiss Me – Ernestine Northover

Kiss me and make it seem better,
Kiss me and quiet my heart,
I never once asked for a letter,
Stating you wanted to part.

Kiss me and declare you were wrong dear,
Kiss me and confirm it’s okay,
Say all those things that I so want to hear,
And wipe all my tears away.

Kiss me and let’s stay together,
Kiss me and pour out the wine,
Sit with me on my sofa of leather,
And say that everything will be fine.

Kiss me and tell me you love me,
Kiss me with passion to spare,
Don’t think of leaving, that is my plea
And also my ardent prayer.

Kiss me, I need you so deeply,
Kiss me, what more can I say,
But with reality looming before me,
This dream has just melted away.