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Poetry of emotion

Miskitti

#1 In The Mood!

The sun has set in the west, it's a beautiful sight~
And I have showered, and have put on my nightie, I'm ready for the night...
I smiled at you, and there was a twinkle in my eye that I hope you understood,
I put a pretty bow in my hair, and I am trying to tell you that I'm in the mood!

You went outside and brought in a bouquet of beautiful lilies for me~
And as you gave them to me, a glimmer of a smile in your eyes I could see...
We didn't hunger or thirst for anything, we were not wanting of any food,
And right away, I could see, that you, too, were in the mood!

You smelled so wonderful with a masculine spicy scent~
And I knew if even if I tried to resist you, it was impossible, because I can't...
Your kisses were so wonderful, and you said my mouth reminded you of a rose bud,
And I was so happy, because it was clear to me, that you, too, were in the mood!

You went into the glass cupboard and you fetched a glass for some sweet wine~
And you filled each glass full of the sparkling stuff, one for you and the other one was mine...
And as I sipped and winked at you, things were beginning to get really good,
Because you winked back, and flirted with me, and it was evident you were in the mood!

And the time for night-night was here, and we went straight to our comfy bed~
And we were delighting in anticipating the best night we've ever had...
And, oh, things were so wonderful, the time we had was super good,
And it's just great when we are so romantic, and the two of us are in the mood!

By Miskitti

#2 The Exact Moment!

Which of us is wise enough, who has the knowledge to say~
Are we ever sure that we know the exact moment love came our way...
What was the exciting point in time, when like turned to love,
What was its mode of transportation, perhaps on the wings of an unseen dove!

For who of us has the knowledge, the expertise to seek and find~
The finesse, the pull of magic, the authority to define...
It is doubtful if such a one will come along, and be wise enough to tell,
The exact moment so divine, when, in love, we sublimely fell!

Was it the receiving of a kiss, from lips so soft and sweet~
That told of love deep in a heart, somewhere hidden inside...
What magic spell fell on us, perhaps it came from the starshine,
Or the moonglow, or maybe it came from somewhere in the universe so wide!

I am a believer in fortune, and in that exact moment, when of our love I was aware~
Which element of magic gave us the knowledge that we did deeply care...
For love is the substance of which no one know where it comes from,
But they are very quick to acknowledge it's presence, and the heart prepares for it a special home!

I guess it is much wiser, to just, with wisdom, accept the splendid gift~
And not question and try to determine from whence it came...
For whoever knew the exact moment when he was lucky enough to fall in love,
And did not know that his beloved did the same!

By Miskitti

#3 Friends And Flowers!

The season is right, and you are outside to enjoy the sun, and you think it's time to plant flowers, and there's much work to be done~
You work the soil just right, and add to it the necessary nutrients, and you are waiting for just the right moment to go select your plants...
They have them at the store, and you pick them with much care, hoping for a show of beauty, many lovely blossoms everywhere,
You have done the necessary things, and soon you'll watch them grow, and you anticipate how beautiful the world will be for you and those you know!

The season is right for cultivating, and the world, messages to you sends, you smile and show your interest and before long you have a lot of lovely friends~
You visit and chat and know all about them before long, and soon you are like the orchestra that plays together a lovely song...
And you anticipate that knowing them will bring you so much joy, and because you want to be truthful with them, no tricks do you employ,
And you wait for the fruits of friendship, and you want to see the beautiful show, of love and honor and respect from all the friends you now know!

And it is the right season, and you have planted the seed, you give them water, and whatever is necessary to meet their delicate need~
And before you know it, the leaves protrude from the ground, and you are just so happy, and you show them to all that are around...
And the stems get longer and longer, s they reach up to the sky, and they go through the process to bring you blooms and multiply,
And you are so glad you planted them because all is going well, and when you see your success with them, you have a good story to tell!

And your friends stay with you, and they bring you much happiness, and you think they will be with you always, it's human to think that, I guess~
You laugh and have fun with them, and have, to them, good things to say, and they are the single element, that always makes your day...
And as you go through life, the are always there, and you make it a habit, through thoughtful tokens to let them know how much you care,
And your life goes on happily, and you think it will never end, and you cannot imagine living if you did not have a friend!

But one day the flowers that you planted, have had blossoms and the branches are at their peak, and you realize that you have reached the fullest potential of what it was you seeked~
And since the flowers that you planted have gone through all the stages that God willed, soon they dry up and they are no more, and you can't revive them, no matter how you are skilled...
And that is the way it also is with friends, and it can't be different no matter what attention to them, you give, because it is the fact, we all just have so much allotted time to live,
And you see them at the grocery store, and with them you have laughed and cried, and the, without warning, you learn that your beloved friend has died!

Miskitti

#4 Chained To A Memory!

Everyday it is our habit~
To make the love journey...
Makes no difference the conditions,
We are chained to a memory!

It is our obligation~
To keep the candle burning...
We cannot ever forget her,
For her, our hearts are yearning!

We cannot forget our loving child~
She cannot seem to leave our hearts...
So, a day without the pilgrimage,
is something, which we cannot start!

Why does a heart remained chained~
Why does love a prisoner make...
Why can't we just let go of her,
And let her fly, for our sanity's sake!

And so each day we go there~
To the crypt where she is interred...
Two prisoners on a journey of need,
Paying a debt, which our love incurred!

By Miskitti

#1 Delicious Thoughts!

I dream of a handsome man that just belongs to me~
His words are just of love and what our world will be...
I delight in his wonderful gifts of pomegranates and such,
He also brings me melting buttercups that I love so much!

He brought me a daisy one day, when I cried~
Gifts like the one he brings are not lofty and snide...
Pure and simple, are they, they tell of love undefiled,
Of soft hands that caress me, not crass and wild!

His words of love are such that I can believe~
His presents to me, my anxiety of life, they have relieved...
I don't worry that, for him, I will fall and suddenly he won't be there,
He's gentle and beautiful like when butterflies fill the air!

Perhaps, an angel he is, and I just didn't understand~
Maybe I thought he was a prince from a delightful land...
Maybe from his lips, I expect honey to flow,
Because he is true and sweet, this I truly know!

And as I sit here on my cloud for a bed~
And I contemplate the appealing dreams that my mind has wrought...
I see such a man, beautiful through and through,
And I indulge, again, in delicious thoughts!

By Miskitti

#2 In The Shadow Of Misty Mountain!

In the shadow of the misty mountain, deep in the sunny glen, I remember the summer of my life, for I was happy then~
For here in this beautiful vista, the flowers bloomed profusely, and love was mine and I enjoyed it, but today, it is not there for me...
For us the nightingale sang it's songs, and the spring flowed crystal clear, and heaven belonged to us alone, because my sweetheart was here,
We slept during the beautiful night, beneath a blanket of twinkling stars, and there was nothing we desired, because heaven was ours!
But time did it's thing on us, and my love was called away, and as I wander through the beautiful glen, I see not it's beauty today~
For without love, nothing is beautiful, without love, I see not the white sandy shore, for without the love I cherished, I know not the joy of my yore...
He is gone from me forever, to return again, it will be the seventh of never, but his memory is stamped on the ceiling on my heart, and I will desire him ever,
And as I contemplate all the magic and beauty that belonged to me in my yore, I see a lonely shadow that drifts towards me on the shore!

Perhaps, I am only dreaming, perhaps my mind is playing a game with me, but the form comes closer and closer, and it seems to be he~
I run towards the shadow, my arms outstretched with delight, and I feel such exhilaration, at the vision in my sight...
Closer and closer, he is to me, and toward it, I swiftly run, but when I think I will catch him in my arms, he vanishes into the sun,
And such life is with me, my desire plays such tricks on me, and I run and run towards heaven, but the nightingale will never again sing for me!

By Miskitti

#3 Ripples On The River!

I stand and watch the river flow~
It just goes on and on...
It is like life, full of strife,
Nothing stops it from going!

You have love and then it's gone~
You wonder where it went...
You realize that before your eyes,
It was like a log that sank!

The strife of life are the ripples~
On the river of life...
And as many as you see on the river,
There are that many in actual life!

You cannot stop the river~
No matter how you try...
You just go along with the ripples,
Until the day you die!

Remember, no matter what life hands you~
No matter how you care...
The ripples on the river,
Will always be there!

By Miskitti

#4 Just Choose Love!

Love is not wicked, it does not rust, it makes you happy, it is not the same as lust~
Lust is just temporary, a game for a while, when it is over, you won't want to smile...
Of love you can be proud, you can flaunt if you desire, but if it is lust, you will be a pig in the mire,
Love is modest, you can take it to church, just brings you down, and leaves you in a lurch!

I see many people that think they've got love, but they are so unwise, because it was lust all along, dressed up in disguise~
It tore their house down, or it went up in flames, they mistook lust for love, wallowing in sordid games...
Lust is in pictures that lure you away, they take you to hell, and with your life make you pay,
Lust makes a good man into a darned fool, it dresses him in a jester's costume, an he thinks he looks cool!

If you are in true love, you can go anywhere, and you will see sunshine and happiness everywhere~
You will be proud of your children, products of love, your wife is an angel, that leads you to heaven above...
If you've got true love, tarnish not its glow, be careful with it, because it's precious, the best thing you'll know,
Your home will just flourish, good meat on the table, keep it in esteem, as much as you're able!

Tell lust to go elsewhere, it will ruin your life, it hides in the eyes of your best friend's wife~
She'll put her arms around you, and kiss you on the neck, she is the symbol of lust, your home, she will wreck...
Lust is a woman, all dressed up in satin and lace, with cheap jewellery that jingles and bright makeup on her face,
She lures you to evil, she'll cause you to die, she'll make you do things unheard of, and not tell you why!

My friend, be a wise one, and leave lust alone, if she signals to you, just turn and go home~
Your heaven is near and waiting for you, with a house full of love, and happiness too...
Be very careful, don't mistake one for the other, you'll be so ashamed, you'll hide from your brother,
And you'll never be proud that you indulged in lust, just remember this motto, "It's love or bust!"

By Miskitti

The Shallow, Conceited Woman!

Her eyes might look happy, and she might smile at you~
But don't think she doesn't have feelings; inside she's mighty blue...
She may dance and have a good time, but all of these things are what you see on the surface,
She's a mother who has lost a child, and in the battle of life, she's lost the race!

She may seem very conceited, but don't judge her by what you see~
Inside, her heart is broken, for the things that can no longer be...
Terrible moments close in on her, her memory serves, them, to constantly refresh,
Don't be jealous if she seems happy, for she knows no happiness!

She may wear the brightest dresses, and she might constantly worry about her hair~
But in reality, she doesn't give a damn, about all these nonessentials there...
She has to go on living, whether she wishes to or not,
So, leave her alone, don't judge her, for her child that's gone forever, she's not forgot!

Sometimes, she's looking off into the crowd of people~
And at someone she might seem to rudely stare...
Do you know what she is seeing, as she gazes,
She sees her daughter with the beautiful golden hair!

And even though God has taken away from her what she loved most of all~
She has to keep on moving, even though, for her, her child's voice will never again call...
And she is looking, looking, looking, for what she will never again see,
She is looking for her child that died, I know, because she is me!

Miskitti

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Point Of Inspiration!

And old windmill turning wildly, standing alone in the sun~
No one to mar the scenery, of humans, you're the only one...
Thoughts in your mind only of the serene beauty,
Pastoral scenes of loveliness, leaves nothing for the moody!

For here you have arrived, to sit and think it out~
The only sound that you hear is the singing of the birds, not too loud...
A good time to sort out your life carefully in your mind,
A time for envisionment, a time for healing so kind!

Your thoughts wander to your life, and how it's going so far~
You wonder how things will turn out, and how worthy you are...
You are contemplating possible changes, hopefully for the best,
Is it best for me to trudge along, or is it time for rest!

For the road of life is long and sometimes, tiring, and you cannot see the end~
You feel it will last forever, that your heart will never mend...
The tick of the clock never stops, it keeps up the rhythm and you meditate,
Will love ever come to you, or for you, is it too late!

The beauty of the scenery brings comfort and you are mellow to your bones~
You forget all your possessions, no matter what you own...
Your mind just rests and you wish it would go on and on, for all eternity,
Not knowing you have reached your point of inspiration, and it's here you want to be!

Miskitti

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Broken Beyond Repair!

Sadly she cries for her lover, but he has gone away~
He has left her by the mountain, where deer and squirrels play...
But she sees not the happiness there; the beauty is not seen by her lonely eyes,
For when the heart is full of sorrow, the beauty of God's world dies!

She dreams of his arms around her, like in the days before~
She dreams of him softly whispering in her ears, that he will love her evermore...
But the sound of the water rushing down in the waterfall,
Tells her that will be no more, that he will not come back at all!

And in the soft black velvet of the evening, when her heart cannot rest~
Her thoughts are not of the beauty around her, but only of when their love was best...
For in her heart she cannot forget him, he was her everything,
And she hopes that fate will find her worthy, that on a moonbeam, it will, him, bring!

Beauty means not a thing, when your love is gone~
It might as well be chars and cinders, when your beloved leaves you alone...
For a rejected heart is empty and the splendor of life, it cannot see,
For what is beautiful appears ugly to it, and happiness cannot be!

So, in sadness, she wanders through the woods and sees nothing~
She cannot enjoy all the splendor that is there...
Because her lover has left her with nothingness,
And her heart is broken beyond repair!

Miskitti

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