| The poetry below is written by my best friend, "The Thing" |
| "Wishes of a Lover" by The Thing As I look out at the majestic sea, I know you and I were meant to be. I only wish I could make you see how much your love means to me. I wish I could walk up to you and speak the words that lovers do. But now I sit here sad and blue wishing I could be with you. |
| "A Kiss" by The Thing ***Published in THE TEACHER'S SELECTION ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY 1999 EDITION*** (Also posted on www.poetry.com) The wind runs wild through my hair Whenever you start to speak And when your sweet words reach my ears That's when my knees get weak What is this madness that consumes me Whenever you are near? I fear that I have been overcome by Your tenderness, my dear. Your beauty cries out to be adored; I yearn for your caress My passion cannot be ignored; I'll settle for nothing less. I've heard it said a true love's kiss Can set the world on fire. A kiss from you would probably start to Kindle my own desire. I shall have to chance it once to see if it is true And if I survive the first one I may come back for two. |
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| "The Passionate Player to His Woman" By The Thing *** Poem featured in Eternal Portraits (Title not definate). Winner of the Editor's Choice Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry. Also due to come out on a 3 CD set called The Sound of Poetry, read by a professional reader, due out soon. Also posted on www.poetry.com *** I would give you the world if you'd be with me. You think I'm just talking but, you'll see. My love grows for you ever strong And you don't believe me But I'm telling the truth Won't you let it be? Your long, golden hair entices me Your lips are like wine Your smile brightens my day Oh please, will you be mine? |
| "My Tragic Life ... Part I" by The Thing This tale is true and mine My life wasn't always quite divine Some people say they have had it worse than I have I guess they haven't walked down that same path. It all started when I was four years old. No more of my father I would hold. For he died in '88 on Christmas Eve No more hugs and kisses would I recieve. Eight years later in 1995 For my uncle I started to strive I lost him to leukemia and lupus But in our hearts, he'll always be with us A year later I lost another uncle As he walks towards the end of the tunnel He can feel no more pain And whenever he's sad, you'll see it in the rain Last, I lost my sister, On such a cold, March day "Goodbye," I said as I kissed her When the angels took her soul away. To be continued... |