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Wednesday, July 20, 2022
Beware The Kitten's Claws
Beware The Kitten's Claws
(The Enigma of Love)
Love she is, a red red rose
With thorns within her leaves
Perfumed coverlets on graves of death
Left there by the left one that grieves
Love she is, a sparkling wine
Waking feelings asleep that wait to be woke
Intoxicating inhibitions to rise up and flee
Birthing passion and poetry that wait to be wrote.
Love she is, the sweetest thing
And the saddest thing of all
The cold of Winter, the heat of Summer
Spring's bloom and the decay of Fall
Love she is, the tiger's wildness
The soft and playful paws
The kittenish purr wrapped up in fur
But beware the kitten's claws.
For love she is, a two-sided thing
She gives and takes away
With such tools employ, she'll bring you joy
And then leave you where you lay.
How do I know this tale of woe?
This mystery I speak of?
This gift of Heaven oft tinged by Hell
My friend, my name is Love.
And Love I am and Love I'll be
Until the end of days
An enigma even unto myself
And no man can learn my ways.
A rose with thorns, a life with death
A wine that reveals your deepest flaws
A tiger, exciting and a kitten, enticing
Who will love you and sleep with your heart in her claws.
©by Voo Shining Stone
May 10, 2021
8:42 p.m.
People Like Us
People Like Us
There is no reason to try, you see
For people like you, for people like me
We reach and we reach but we never get far
Above us are dark skies with no shining star.
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Dreams are just wishes that never come true
For people like me, for people like you
And wishes are wisps that blow quickly away
Like the darkness of night overtakes the bright day.
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Love is unattainable, not maintainable or true
For people like me, for people like you
It matters not if we're witty or blessed with fair charms
We cannot find a way to make love dance in our arms.
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Happiness is fleeting like white clouds in the blue
For people like me, for people like you
A mirage in the desert, an oasis that appears
Then dissolves when we reach it in a rainstorm of tears.
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I've never known or understood it
Why this happenstance should be
Why poets die a thousand deaths
And true loves rarely see.
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It's like we have to pay a price
For every verse and rhyme
The beauty we put on the page
That will never fade with time.
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There's no heart like a poet's heart
No one feels what we feel
We love so deeply there is no end
Be the subject false or real.
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I wish I had the answers, all
And that enlightenment could see
It would change the lives of every poet
The people like you and me.
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Till then we'll write in our solitude
No shared passion, no bliss or it's fuss
Sweet words to be quoted in the wooing of others
But with no happy endings for people like us.
©by Voo Shining Stone
Nov 20, 2020
7:38 p.m.
That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain...a true story told in prose form..........
That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain
My Love Is A Garden
🌹 My Love Is A Garden 🌹
My love is a garden
My eyes are the sky
My skin is a cloud
That you must not pass by.
My hands are the feathers
Of a beautiful bird
That can talk to your body
Without saying a word.
My mouth is a vessel
Curved softly and fine
That will intoxicate you
With the sweetest of wine.
I'm a most fragrant flower
Blooming for you alone
If you inhale my perfume
You'll be transported home.
Hurry quick from your wandering
To the one you dream of
Gardener, come now and tend me......
I'm your garden of love.
©by Voo Shining Stone
October 19, 2021
11:00 p.m.