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* -- Indicates this poem won an award in the the Yahoo! IRCFlirt Chat
Club Love Poetry Contest held July 15 through August 15, 1999.
Note: (000, YYMMDD) = the approximate Yahoo Message Board entry number and
date.
Spelling, punctuation, grammar, and line phrasing are as originally posted by the
author.
I Saw Beauty
I saw beauty reflecting in your smile
Done in soft water colors in many different hues,
I saw artistry in your style
So breathtakingly fresh and new; |
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I saw within your sparkling eyes
A billion celestial stars twinkling together
Brilliantly casting off its splendor
Like a stony beacon
To guide me through the darkness
And take me to my destination straight ahead;; |
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I saw the very essence of Paradise
reflected in your soul
As I gazed into your eyes
I saw the splendor of heaven
Bow down before me
I saw a glimpse of that exquisite paradisial place
Where angels tread
And experienced a bit of heaven here on earth
Just by looking inside your very soul;; |
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And I know I have found my Eden
It was not very far away as I assumed
It resides within your soul, dear heart
Now I know that I don't have to venture out so far
Because Utopia beside me lies....
Waiting for my conquest
I saw a stunning work of art
A rare and exotic masterpiece
When I discovered the treasures
Which lies within your heart!; |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright 1998 (unpublished)
(002, 980820)
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Acrostic: Viagra
V ictoriously science has
I ncredibly given a new hope to man's old malady
A nd has proven itself effective and successful
Gratefully man now hails science its true friend
Ravenously it has awaken in him a new appetite
And a renewed vitality and zest for life! |
(003, 980826)
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Acrostic: Angel
A sacred being who's
Nice and sweet, innocent and peaceful
God's essence lives within his form
Eternity is his life's span
Love is his calling |
(006, 980827)
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Rush Not Swiftly Unto Love
Rush not swiftly unto love's prickly blade
For love is a sharp two edged sword
That cuts deep into one's soul
Love is a potent hand grenade
That can explode instantly and maim; |
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Rush not foolishly unto Love
Less the god's be angry and irate
For your irresponsible maneuver
Of rushing into Love
At such an alarming, senseless pace;
If you do not heed my warning,
You will have only yourself to blame; |
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Love is a mighty opiate
Which is very habitual
And has a potent effect upon one's brain
If not cautious it can have alarming consequences
And strong symptoms of withdrawal; |
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No! Move cautiously upon Love
It is better to stop and pause
When you approach Love for the first time
And only when you have truly proven
That Love is truly worth the wait,
Endless suffering and pain....
Give your entire all
To this noble and sacred cause; |
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Plan strategically your every move
For love is not merely a simple game of chance
But an intricate, strategic game
That requires careful strategy; |
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Love is a lethal weapon
That kills your joy and peace of mind
Yet it can also be a panacea...a universal cure-all; |
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Ease gently unto Love
Let it saturate your heart and soul
With its stunning potion that enslaves your soul forever
And captivates your psyche! |
Mary Gonzalez ©1998 (unpublished)
(011, 980829)
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Poetry is the aphrodisiac of the soul
Poetry is the aphrodisiac of the soul
It is a soft balsam that soothe
A troubled spirit and keeps everything under control....
Through poetry the soul sings with passion
And takes flight like an independent seagull
That spreads its wings and flies to new heights
Poetry is the international language of youth
It is the panacea for modern life
A little slice of Elizabethan culture
That adds more fun and spice
To this technological age of ordinary strife! |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1998
(014, 980829)
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End of a Dream
It was a frigid night,
Cold and dark
When havoc struck around midnight
Amidst a starlit sky of velvet black
And the sea witnessed in silence
As the great ship went down
Like Leviathan,
Descending upon his icy grave without a fight; |
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She was the ship of dreams and innovation,
Designed in an era
Where elegance and science
Married into the institution of industrial commerce
And where opulence and progress
Went hand in hand
With science and technology; |
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She was to be a truly unprecedented dame
An 'unsinkable' vessel
That would put all other vessels to shame; |
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Yet she was haunted by a dreadful curse
That encircled her like an albatross
That would soon seal her fate; |
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The fate of two thousand souls were sealed on that chilly morning
Of April fifteen, Nineteen hundred and twelve
As they boarded the mighty ship Titanic
On the icy docks of Southampton; |
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Across the frigid Atlantic
The mighty ship went on
At full speed ahead
As Captain Smith ordered to Sail full speed ahead!
And uttered his famous line,
"Take her to Sea, Mr. Murdock, if you please."
And the passengers dined in fine luxury
Inside this gargantuan monster
That would carry them across the Atlantic
Into New York Harbor;
But it was stupidity and overconfidence
That technology could produce such an infallible vessel,
That technology and ingenuity
Could far exceed human care
Did man overlook basic precautions
And endangered the lives of so many souls ....
Had they been better prepared for such a calamity
So many lives would have been spared! |
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But like fools, man entrusted machinery
Over common human sense
And by a senseless zealous dream of greed, victory and success
the very worst occurred! |
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On a frigid night one cold April evening
An icy gloom
Hung over the Titanic
As it did await its doom
An iceberg hit its side
And spilt the vessel in two
Amid the horror and the panic
The passengers did seem
To remain calm amidst the tragedy
That herald the End of a Dream |
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Eighty seven years later
That mighty ship sails on
And continues to haunt the memories
Of the few survivors of that awful tragedy.
Like a ghostly specter
The world still holds on to the legend
With much fascination and fervor
to this immortal tale
Of death and horror in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
That herald the End of a Dream! |
Mary Gonzalez ©1998 (unpublished)
(034, 980907)
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Grim Reaper's Sonnet
A lone raven flew one day
Upon a chipped, and worn-out windowsill
The sky was cloudy, humid , and dingy gray
Peculiar, but on this day, the wind stood still |
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A frigid chill hung over the atmosphere
And cast a dismal shadow upon the land
With eyes, sharp and quite austere
The raven looked on |
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In solemnity, awe and silence
Inside this residential place
Which reeked of horror and of death
Still the raven witnessed with a steady gaze |
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As the Reaper's hands, so dark and grim
Abruptly claimed the souls that dwelled within |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1998
(046, 980912)
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Final Partings of the Heart
It saddened her to watch him part,
So very hard to watch him leave.
It broke her heart
And in her grief
She simply bleed herself to death; |
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He walked away without a word
Without realizing the full consequence
Of his actions, so mean and so absurd
He just turned his back away
And left her there in the cold, November rain; |
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He did not see her aching soul
He did not see the bitter tears she cried
He just stabbed her with words, cold and cruel
Which cut her deep inside
And caused some heavy internal bleeding; |
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He could not see the endless hours she kept vigil
Nursing him back to health
When he was feverish and ill; |
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He could not see her crooked, arthritic hands
Which worked endlessly day and nights forever
To make ends meet
To procure a better life for this ungrateful boy
Than the life she ever had
He could not see the love she bore the lad! |
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Yet in his senseless, revolting rage
He decided to turn his back and walk away
Without ever looking back again |
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The years quickly came and went
And in his grudge he kept his distance
Oh, resentment is such a corrupting worm
That eats away your joy and happiness
And leaves you hollow, resentful, bitter
And your very self in two does rent.
And time's a thief
Which steals your youth
And rots your very soul to the core |
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In time he lost his boyish charm
As his friends all left him all alone
Then he turned to see his waning youth
And in his memories he remembered her
Then he took the phone
And dialed her number
Just to hear her warm voice once again
But it was rather much too late...
To reverse the harm...
He played too cruel
With the hand of fate
Out of his life she was gone forever!
Without a kind unspoken word! |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1998
(059, 980918)
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My Heart Lies Bleeding
My heart is pierced by Cupid's arrow.
I lie bleeding here
In this puddle of blood and tears and sorrow.....
Between life and death's doorway;
I'll die, dear heart,
If not today, well, then, tomorrow...
If you leave me here in agony;
Please be my surgeon,
This sting is more than I can bear
Won't you please put a Band-Aid
On this wounded heart o mine?
It was such a cruel wound
On the morning of St. Valentine
Cupid pierced me with his poisoned dart
And opened a gash within my heart
Which only you can heal
Please be my physician, love
I have complete faith in you! |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1998
(070, 980926; 121, 981023)
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THE YEARNING SOUL
What is man?
Is he a mere mortal
Driven by animal magnetism?
Man is not just soil or dust
But a breathing, living mechanism
Which yearns for knowledge and truth and love
To Satisfy some hunger deep inside
The inner resources of his soul.
Man is Spiritual
as well as physical
There is something deep within
The heart of man
Which makes him search diligently
For some cosmic reason for his existence
and the true meaning of the universe
Man's soul is a yearning essence, an iron will
Savagely trying to fulfill
His need of belonging to some Divine Cause
Which gives significance to his earthly life! |
MARY GONZALEZ © Copyright, 1998
(081, 981002)
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SEPTEMBER SERENADE
Love, let us celebrate
Our special month of love
September dawns
And we begin our special serenade |
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In September's spotlight
We commemorate our passion
And share a special birthday wish
Underneath the Autumn moon |
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Some people mate in February
On Valentine's Eve
Others wait till May to mark the day
Yet when Autumn is just beginning
And the leaves begin to brown
We consummate our love
With a month long serenade! |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1997
(084, 981003)
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INNOCENCE
Innocence was fashioned
By the Hand that is Divine
And witnessed by the Angels
At the beginning of time; |
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A child's trademark is his innocence
Imprinted by the Creator
Upon the fabric of his soul;
Upon the moment of his birth
A child adds beauty to this lonely universe
And scents the air
With the sweet fragrance of purity and love
To gaze upon a baby's eyes
Is to take a glimpse of paradise
For in the eyes of babes are found
The perfect likeness of our Creator
And an immaculate essence of heart and soul
That is so profound and beautiful |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1997
(084, 981003; 318, 990123)
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RAINBOW'S END
At Rainbow's End you will discover
The answers to all of your sweetest dreams and expectations.
A golden pot full of life's most fondest wishes will come true
To those who can find this rare and priceless treasure
At Rainbow's End you will find
Your deepest sweetest fantasy
Which will make you leave all your ills behind
When life seems gloomy and in despondency
And the rain comes down in heavy torrents
Against the harsh terrain
Of your anguish and internal pain
Do not despair
For at the end of the rainstorm
The sun comes shining through,
Casting a kaleidoscopic jewel within the spectrum
Which gives off such beauty and aesthetic splendor
In an iridescent arch set within the sky
With half foot set in heaven
And one foot upon the Earth
The Rainbow is God's Promise
Of a brand new day
Another chance to start all over again;
There is a pot of gold waiting just for you
at the end of the rainbow
If you only see beyond the rainbow
And into the garden of your very essence
It does not take any feat of magic
Nor any leprechaun's enchantment
You only have to follow what is in your heart
And the jewels are yours forever!
The keys of happiness are yours exclusively
If you can only follow the treasure map within your heart
That will lead you to that golden pot
At Rainbow's End! |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1998
(084, 981003)
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OPEN YOUR HEART TO LITERATURE
Open your heart to Literature
It will open new doors for you
A whole mine of literary treasures
Await just for you
On the shelves of your local public library;
There is magic in each and every literary Masterpiece
Every book will enchant your mind and soul
With a fascinating spell
That will leave you spellbound and mystified
Upon reading tale after breathtaking tale;
Open your heart to great Literature
It can fulfill an insatiable need
Of knowledge and sagacity
No other love can quite compare
To the love of great literature.
A book is like a treasure chest
Of life's great intellectual wealth
In books you will discover
All the answers to life's queries, hopes, and mysteries;
It is amazing what you may uncover
In between
The covers of so many Classic Masterpieces that you read
At your local public library;
Books are a magic carpet ride
Which will take you places that you've never been
An open book is like a rainbow
When you get to the end you'll soon possess
A great intellectual treasure
A sense of knowledge, power, wonder and adventure! |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1998
(084, 981003)
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Weekends in Chicago
Weekends in Chicago
Babe, I have to know
Am I still your honey
Or is there someone new? |
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All these nights I sit alone
And my thoughts race on
To those weekends in Chicago
When our love was warm and true....
Those lovely nights of passion
Just me and you; |
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I try to sleep, but when I try
Images of you and I
Tantalize my mind
I often wonder where our love has gone
Why did we ever let it slide?
We were very close and deep in love...
We loved each other so much
So why have we lost touch?
It's so bitter cold outside
There is snow and rain
But whenever I think of you
For a moment there is sunshine
Nothing can obliterate this excruciating pain
I have got to know for certain,
am I still your honey....or is there someone new? |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1998
(100, 981017)
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HALLOWEEN
When the cool, crisp air of October
Tosses the harlequin leaves around
You know it is Halloween
The skeletons rattle their dried-up bones
in a ghostly, macabre dance
In the graveyard you won't stand a ghostly chance
For the ghouls and imps and all the Devil's cohort
Party till the break of day
gorging on all sorts of gory treats
The moon casts an eerie yellow flourescent glow
Against the velvet black October sky
And from above you can hear the distant cackles
Of witches on their way to a Samhain gathering |
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When you are greeted by the flourescent grin
Of a creepy Jack-O-Lantern
And as you trample through the night
Your mind plays evil tricks on you
For Every tree is a phantom
Trying to capture you
And the wind becomes a sinister spook's howl
Your heart races upon the hooting of the great Horned Owl
You best be on your guard
Against all unsightly sounds and sights you'll see
On this horrible night of nights they call Halloween |
Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1998
(134, 981025)
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