Valentine

Valentine

21 September 2017

 

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Simply star

Whirling through my skies

Heaven’s gift

Bright adrift

One and only all uplift

With your tender care

 

All you are

The truth pearling through the lies

Amber’s hue

Deepest blue

Criss cross on my heart so true

Bold colours to dare

 

Near and far

Your breath removed from my sighs

Valentine

Turpentine

Frames living high on cloud nine

No colours will spare

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Love my Soul – Agron

Flying with the kites

Flying with the kites

18 March 2017

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They tilted

Valentine tainted

Grey pitched sights

Smear painted

Merry and lone acquainted

With fruits of untruth

 

Give up knights

Whispered nightingale

Flying whale

Uploaded

Celebrating wedding rites

Looking up the sites

 

I kissed you

When the moon felt true

Summertime

Waved along

Hearts a hammered path of blue

Flying with the kites

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Cheers Darling – Damien Rice

The Devil’s Wife : Valentine’s Day on Earth

The Devil’s Wife : Valentine’s Day on Earth

14 February 2016

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She looked around her, the cherry blossoms were whispering secrets of the spring, the lakes were heaving with their golden liquids. All was bliss in Eden and Belzebu was by her side. This was going to be the second best Valentine ever, she thought to herself as she felt him embrace her from behind.

Her thoughts roamed back to their time on Earth when his parents had banished them back in time because he had burnt the moon in his anger over nearly losing her. He was so impulsive she thought to herself with a chuckle.

 

It was spring and the flowers were blooming. The air was dense with dewdrops. Earth was just discovering electricity. A young man by the name of Tesla lived in the shadow of someone greater who barely allowed him to breathe. He was enlightened and the older frightened, the saddest and most common denominator of humankind’s bleak history. They arrived like a lightning bolt into Tesla’s private chambers startling the life out of his young wits. The waves still shook through the air as they were introducing themselves to him and he touched the sparks all over the room where they had landed. Tesla asked Belzebu about the sparks and marveled at how the dewdrops in the air combined with the Earth’s energy compressed produced the sparks. Soon enough and after he had quizzed Belzebu a million times again about the sparks and Earth’s energy system and engrained power grid, he had ensured they would get a head start on life by procuring an odd job to Belzebu as a stable boy and watchman. By the conditions of his parents, Belzebu was allowed to seek nothing else than a simple life. The pay was sufficient and they also had food and lodging provided for them at a small cabin neighbouring the woods. Belzebu fretted initially over having to resort to a labourer’s life but one look at his wife’s smile then comforted him beyond words.

 

She watched him toil, so powerful once that he could cover the Earth in one stretch and fly to the moon to send it flaming and rocketing into the cosmos, there he was, tending to the horses, procuring water, repairing hedges and weeding the areas where she grew flowers. She wondered how he did not miss his powers and why he did not rebel against this situation. After all, his parents had made their conditions simple and clear. All he had to do to get full control over Eden was renounce her and their breed but he remained steadfast in his desire to keep both. He could not use any of his powers and the first breach of this would make both lost to him forever. When Valentine’s day arrived, he had a surprise for her, beautiful red, blue and purple roses that he had grown on his own. She wondered how he had blended into one rose bush all three colours but visibly he had not used magical powers as they were still there unharmed. When she asked, he merely smiled and kissed her softly, saying it was his secret. She then asked him how it was that he resisted using his powers just for her. He gazed into her eyes, his eyes overflowing with love and told her “You make me want to be a better man”.

She sighed. So many memories but that one sentence and that particular memory played fondly with her mind and heart every Valentine.

 

Reading of the story:

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Written in the context of Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes (the prompt being a line from a favourite movie). Ping back and rules here

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/02/12/friday-fiction-with-ronovan-writes-prompt-challenge-13/ 

 

Ray Charles and Mary Ann Fisher – Sweet Memories

You make me want to be a better man – As good as it gets

Romance – Frédéric Chopin

Love life’s mystery

Love life’s mystery

14 February 2016

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Dreams endless

Continued morrows

None alike

Surges spike

Electricity charging

Every my atom

 

You hold me

Like desperation

Your frame trunk

Your arms twigs

On each other we are drunk

Woven ecstasy

 

Valentine

You from ether’s flame

Soft the smile

Lift the veil

Show me etchings of your face

You who none can name

 

Turpentine

Essence for my oils

I paint us

From memory

The blue, the red and purple

Flowers for the bees

 

 

Moons unite

In dark nightly skies

Where stars ride

Fast moving

Their dead bodies strewn wishes

Upon you and me

 

Triangle

You me and the moons

She breathless

Stacks her hopes

In fateful rivers endless

In morrows she swoons

 

Come hither

There is a valley

Where we grow

Endless roots

Fed by sweat air and honey

Love life’s mystery

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Spring Waltz – Frédéric Chopin