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Poetry
Tragic Moments|
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| Moments to Remember | |
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| This moment is for us... |
Welcome to my world of poetry... If I were there with you, I would offer you a cup of coffee, but I'm here in my own little corner of the world. So, sit back... relax a bit... and enjoy... |
| While There Is Still Time |
| Come walk with me now, Before it turns cold; Before it's too dark; Before we grow old. Too soon the poet will run out of rhyme; Too soon we, too, will run out of time. Come dance with me now, Before there is rain; Before there is sorrow; Before there is pain. Too soon the forest will run out of pine; Too soon we, too, will run out of time. Come laugh with me now, Before there is hate; Before there is nothing; Before it's too late. Too soon this tavern will run out of wine; Too soon we, too, will run out of time. by Patricia Vacanti Hollander pah111253@aol.com |
| A Cyber Rose @}--->---- |
| He came to me...past midnight hour A stranger with one enticing flower A brief encounter...intrigue grows... He brought me my first Cyber Rose... The world stands still...my heart does too Those come-on lines...I'd heard, and knew But, now these words...felt head to toes Were sweetened by his Cyber Rose... The words are soft...romantic...charming His crafted skill is most unarming... He melts my heart...I know, he knows He touched it with his Cyber Rose... In thought...in word...yet, not in deed I'm mesmerized by what I read... In my heart, a warmness flows Whenever he comes with his Cyber Rose... My White Knight...far, yet close to me His gifted prose, he sends to me... We'll never meet...I know, he knows But, I'll always cherish his Cyber Rose... ...To the White Knight with the Cyber Rose... @}--->---- by Patricia Ann Vacanti Hollander LadyPoetess@aol.com |
| The Night Before The Morning After |
| Determination for contentment, As the Cold Duck keeps you warm. Disregarding consequences, In the calm, before the storm. Sharing precious time together, Filled with sweet, defiant laughter. Never caring what might happen, The night before the morning after. by Patricia Ann Vacanti Hollander LadyPoetess@aol.com |
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