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Poems of Love
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Poetry by Dina
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Mike Billington
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Duane Locke
LordThatsMeToday
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Christian by James
James on Family
Mike Diaz
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Rick
Links Now
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Apollo
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| Poetry! Yes! Now! |
| Mike Billington |
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  CARVING UP THE MOON We took the night, seasoned it well, then sliced it thin with razor-like kisses that were sharp and clean as cold steel. We took the stars, crushed them fine, then sprinkled them each on the other and tasted their sparkle with hungry eyes. It was a night for feasting, and slaking old thirsts and we supped long and well then carved up the moon for dessert. Copyright © Mike Billington, 1999 mcbillin@email.msn.com CURVE You are the soft curve of Chaos bending away from lockstep regularity into uncharted regions where light is so bright it grows dim and life can be good despite all evidence to the contrary on rainy days and cold nights when even the dark would rather stay in bed. You are the quiet noise of promises shouted heart to heart across those distances of time and space that matter most when love is at stake and souls at risk of crumbling 'neath the weight of longing. Copyright © Mike Billington, 1999 mcbillin@email.msn.com SMALL SOUNDS Your bare feet padding across the hotel room carpet and the soft sigh you let escape when you thought I could not hear... these are the small sounds of love and dreams on a honeymoon that never was but might have been. The rustle of your hair as my fingers play through it and the raindrop-on-the-window sound our lips make when they part after a long kiss that was still too brief... these are the little sounds that are the bridge between the larger sounds of love. I love the small sounds of us just after dawn... the morning-paper-two-cups-of-coffee sounds that speak both of love and a life that might have been if only we had met before we began singing our separate songs. Copyright © Mike Billington, 1999 mcbillin@email.msn.com YOUR SMILE ON A TUESDAY MORNING Your smile, wide as yesterday, deep as tomorrow, and tomorrow again, kissed open my eyes as I lay sleeping on the pillows scattered like fallen rocks across our bed: Awake, I smiled back in silent communion and thought not of tomorrow nor of yesterday, nor of yesterdays long past, but only of your smile on a certain Tuesday morning when life was good; rich, ready for the taking; sweet, ready for the tasting. Copyright © Mike Billington, 1999 mcbillin@email.msn.com Copyrighted material may not be copied, reproduced or used in any manner without the express, written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. Please vote for it by clicking on the little button on the upper left hand side on top of the page and also please sign my Guest Book. If you like the poetry you've read here, please also visit my other website Lovin' Angel Creations http://maxpages.com/lovinangel If you write poetry, or know someone who does, and you'd like to see it published on my website, please Email it to me, no attached files please. Would you please put PYN in the subject box. I am also hoping to have at least one page of children's poetry - of course, children's poetry is NOT subject to rejection. Please write to me at KisSoSoft@aol.com with your poetry, comments, praise, suggestions and if you must, even constructive criticism. I hope you've enjoyed your visit and please come back often since my pages are always being updated. Thank you. |
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