Linda Marie Van Tassell

Rookie - 301 Points (Lynchburg, Virginia)

Linda Marie Van Tassell Poems

1. Wear You 3/10/2008
2. Our Song Unending 3/10/2008
3. Colors And Colors 3/10/2008
4. My Father 3/10/2008
5. A Flower In Verse 3/10/2008
6. A Living Image 3/10/2008
7. Stairway To Heaven 3/10/2008
8. From Where Do We Come? 3/10/2008
9. My Captain 3/10/2008
10. Why? 3/10/2008
11. A Place In The Sun 3/12/2008
12. In The Black 3/12/2008
13. Blood Is The Rose 3/12/2008
14. Bluebird 3/12/2008
15. Night Blossoms Black 3/12/2008
16. Willow Was A Widow 3/10/2008
17. Emergence 3/10/2008
18. Lady Of The Sea 3/12/2008
19. The Last Flower 3/12/2008
20. Misty Mysterious 3/12/2008
21. She Needed Him Most 3/12/2008
22. Similis Smiles 3/12/2008
23. Outside Of Loving You 3/16/2008
24. If I Only Could 3/16/2008
25. Struggle & Surrender 3/16/2008
26. Shoulder Of Sin (Trine) 3/16/2008
27. Silent Whisper Morning 3/16/2008
28. Solace 3/16/2008
29. Love Lost 3/16/2008
30. I Think It's Sexy 3/16/2008
31. Your Shadow Is Like Sunlight 3/16/2008
32. Naked Truth (Prose) 3/16/2008
33. Imaginary Kisses 3/16/2008
34. Quietude 3/16/2008
35. My Soul Dances With Joy 3/16/2008
36. Languid Lubricity 3/16/2008
37. Calligraphy 3/16/2008
38. Bard's Chair 3/16/2008
39. Color Me 3/16/2008
40. Dance Me In Daylight 3/16/2008
Best Poem of Linda Marie Van Tassell

Always Silent

The morning is moist with ocean spray.
The islands, they twist around the bay;
and across them all, my eyes have scanned -
the rocky cliffs and the buttes of sand.

I almost think it an Irish isle.
Such beauty to make the heart beguile.
Sunrise stain on a listless ocean
serves to add to the magic potion.

A boat is docked alongside the pier.
A woman and man are standing near.
He is setting sail to ports unseen
upon the gilded Emerald Queen.

Standing on tip-toes to give a kiss,
she cries while pretending unfelt bliss.
Others have perished ...

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Wear You

I long to wear you like a softly-scented cologne,
to smell your essence around me when I'm all alone,
to inhale you with each breath from the moment I wake,
to taste you on the wind with every step I take.

I long to wear you like a satin or velvet glove,
to run your hands across my skin, yearning for your love,
feel you play my body like a harpist on his strings,
lightly touching my flesh with the brush of angel wings.

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