W.F.D. BLCK Poems

On a mountain's peak is there peace?
Mountains that overlook the quiet prairie.
Mountains that border life in rural counties.
Mountains chiseled by years of wind and rain.
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Thoughts emerge from the awakened mind that merge
with sensations of the body our tracks and trains.
The longer the wait only stokes the waves of fire-
bent and rippled are our desires. Emotions sky, dip
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The years go by breeze on vine along the long circles of time.
The telling of a season gives and strips away. Makes one look
at past reflecting days. Through the interior eye there will
be dreams. The reality of tears on field and stream. The turning
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From the burning bed of fantasy she shook and pointed
her undressed wing. A willing foot soldier for all her
pleasures earning badges and rashes and would be King.
Of course I'd toe the bleeding vine and rise to lieutenant
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Take deep breaths and inhale love reborn.
Times ago in a place a meadowlark could not sing.
Recreate the romance and mend up all that was torn.
Within an unbreakable fortress a Queen reunites with her King.
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Root, stem and structure begins the cycle.
Sun is warmer open water flows free unfrozen.
Thought and action carried on the most intimate breezes.
Eye of hearts and minds will be awakened.
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Inspired by how her fibers lay.
An unforgettable image transcending the day.
Aroma of wiles nets the entire length.
Compelling to the eye sensual, soft in it's strength.
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There will be quiet memories of a kiss.
That when longing burns it smells like hickory.
Things said and done behind the wall of life's mist.
That the seashell of love is not dusted in ivory.
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When love quakes no other feeling comes close.
I gaze upon the most elegant stem and rose.

Movement in the heart like rumbling beneath the feet.
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Love, like in a poet's dream.
Love, touched by all of nature's wonder.
Love, brighter than moonlight on a river's gleam.
Love, that beats with fire and the thunder.
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