Uriah Hamilton

When The Planets Are Aligned - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

If I become depressed
And fail to see you
In your floral dress,
Then my weekend will be
Funeral-parlor sad,
Living a life of Ash Wednesdays alone.

I’ll call you on the telephone,
And tell you that your feminine voice
Is the entire panacea that I need
When my world is vacant parking lots
Infiltrated by degradation and thorny weeds.

If you allow me to hold your hand,
I know that you will understand
My overwhelming desire
To make you the object of intense devotion.

Please, don’t walk away and trample these emotions;
We may not meet again for several lonely lifetimes
Until the planets are aligned mystically perfect.

Comments about When The Planets Are Aligned by Uriah Hamilton

  • (3/2/2007 6:48:00 PM)

    Wow...I'm impressed by this poem....it's darn good! !

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  • (2/26/2007 2:26:00 AM)

    Uniquely Uriah Hamilton. Beautiful, sad, and always worth reading.

    Kindest regrds,


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  • (2/26/2007 1:33:00 AM)

    Your journeys at the edge of darkness are always fascinating. - Will (Report)Reply

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  • (2/24/2007 4:56:00 PM)

    Wow...You've done it again...ANOTHER MASTERPIECE! ! ! Keep writing so I can read more!
    Love Ya!

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  • Ernestine Northover (2/24/2007 3:00:00 PM)

    A delightful piece of poetry Uriah. So ethereal, soft and sweet. A joy to read and a pleasure to find.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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