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Hello BP and thanks for checking out my page. As you can see my passion is poetry. Some of my favorite poets are Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, Edgar Allen Poe and Pablo Neruda. Oh Yes! BP, I finally published my first book of poetry. You can purchase your copy of "SIMPLE BUT DEEP" @ LULU.COM All you have to do is click the button...it's that simple. Even tho, I have birthed my book. I continue to write on... I'm just trying to make it happen BP! I would like to thank you for your support. All works have been copywritten in 2009. Much peace and love , JH "cherish the beautiful days while they bask in glory."
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I know you will enjoy my poetry. Again, thank you so much. Addicted PoetPosted
The addict swept under the rug is consumed in making my life a living hell. I will infringe upon your rights any day now. To sound sarcastic is intentional as is my addiction. The ingenious within does not claim to appease you. However to inflict havoc on any barrier standing between me and my satisfaction. Tomorrow will be no different. Since my brain is now fried. Just call me the absent-minded poet.
Living In a DaydreamPosted
Appear inside my dream. Give me what I need. A beautiful lovemaking..... I'll wiggle beneath a puffy cloud. In my "birthday suit" I'll greet you with a smile. Can we stay here a little while longer? We've only just begun to relinquish our hunger. I'll never wake up. I can never get enough of you taking me to heaven. I'll awake unto paradise. Everything would be so nice. We'll enjoy our days sipping champagne on ice. Our every arousal would always be precise. I am living in a daydream, but longing for the real thing. You came along to show me what a true love is suppose to be. I give myself unto you fully. To the Man above, you promise to love only me. We shall walk together each day of our lives. I am your bride. As my daydream continues~~~ Flurry AwayPosted
Falling gently from the sky.... Sometimes disappearing in thin air..... I taste you own my tongue and watch the children turn you into a ball. You beautiful act of nature. How I love to see you dress the ground with your flurries. Even so, as the warm sun rises, it demises you. Slowly, undressing your grace into a puddle of water. You evaporate back into the earth. You wait for another season to reassure me of my love for Mother Nature. Somewhat SuicidePosted
The cushion pressed against my head. The satin next to my skin. I lay lifeless as a manikin on my bed of flowers. Speechless, not making a maneuver to inch myself but just lying still. I clinch the cushion like a fearful child.Tear drops roll off my face onto the satin. They dry and leave imprints into the cloth.Voices echo in my ear. I grip the fine textured sheets trying not to rip the seams. A river begins to flow as I take the instrument of music to my ears. The conclusion of an old song.As I rise to the occasion , it touches the flesh intensely. What a coward am I. A voice is pleading for me to come inside from the rain. As I stretch my arm upward and bravely twist the fate. No longer a coward am I. Ready to face my destination, tear drop stains are a chapter of the past. Suddenly, there is a tap at the door. Has the angel of death arrived? I open, to meet my maker. Vivid lights and faint sounds surround my stagnant body. This is how it feels to be dead? My soul seems lifted. I am going to heaven? Then let me go. Another tear drop I shed. (to be cont'd)
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