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HOLY PURE UNADULTERATED

Holy,

Pure,

Unadulterated,

Handsome,

Innocent,

Gorgeous,

Beautiful.

The soul’s heart

In rhythm

With a lover’s.

_

Something beckons you

To dance,

Something perhaps beyond,

Maybe even far beyond,

Your own sense of the sensible.

_

Lock the invitation up?

Deem it wishful thinking?

Relegate it to nightime dreams?

_

Dance the dance

Maybe?

MY SECRET GARDEN, MY SOUL

For years now,

I’ve taken a daily stroll

Through my secret garden,

My soul.

_

I’ve always wondered,

What’s up with the very gnarly stump

Of a deceased Rose bush?

Not even a speck of life.

_

When did it die?

What happened?

How long ago?

Perhaps even before I was born?

_

Sometimes I visit my secret garden

In my dreams.

And lately,

I’ve noticed a woman tending

That gnarly stump.

_

Each morning,

When I awake,

I figure it is

Just a dream.

_

But today,

I saw

Long stems

Protruding

From the stump,

Topped

With brilliant white

Roses.

The woman’s face

Somehow embroidered in the petals.

Her eyes

Piercing, thoughtful, peaceful,

Inviting.

I have that sense

That I have known her

My entire existence.

_

Who is she?

IN THE MIRROR

Is that’s me

In the mirror?

Let’s just keep going!

_

Okay okay okay!

I’ll back up and take a look.

_

What do you mean a long look?

Okay, okay, okay!

A long look.

I suppose you’re the One!

_

Whisper what?

Okay, okay, okay!

_

"I love you!"

LETTING GO

So when you’re literally dying

For someone to love you

And you’re stuck,

Speechless, critical,

ANGRY,

What you deserve

Is a gentle nudge.

_

"Love her, if you want to love her.

Be the tall guy.

Sweep her

Off her feet

To that land

Beyond your pride

Beyond your hurt."

RHYTHMNS OF LOVE

 I’m walking tall today,

My heart

Keeping pace

With the rhythms of LOVE

That brought me into existence.

_

I mean

A long time ago,

A timeless place.

Some call it

Home.

_

These same rhythms of LOVE

Are sustenance NOW.

My bread and butter,

My wine,

My dessert.

_

May I offer You

A bite?

A sip?

(It’s FREE,

You know.)

WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT?

What do you call that?

You know,

When the connection you make with someone

Literally moves you

To stretch

To reach

To perhaps even become

More

Than you have ever been before?

_

Is that what it is?

You think so?

_

I thought so, too.

SAVORING LOVE

When I eat,

I sometimes gobble

Like a turkey.

I enjoy only the fullness

Which quickly becomes

Stuffedness.

I’ve been thinking lately

Perhaps I am that way with Love.

_

So-o-o, I-I-I w-wi-i-l-l

En-n-jo-oy,

Sa-a-a-v-or

Each morsel of you,

No longer stuffed,

Heartburn no more.

_

As life has it,

At least for today.

ROOM FOR BETRAYAL?

Is there ever room

For betrayal?

_

Room or not,

It happens.

_

Self righteously

I can give a life sentence.

Or I can be honest

And confess.

(Everyone else

Already knows.)

_

I am no better

(nor worse).

I am also

Unfaithful

In so many ways.

_

The rose

With all its thorns

Is genuine,

The real thing.

And,

As the song goes,

Love is like a rose. 

FOOTPRINTS IN MY HEART

Listening to the waves,

Sometimes crashing

Sometimes gently arriving,

Washing the shore

Of footprints,

Leaving behind

Sparkling sand diamonds,

I think of your footprints

Softly embedded in my heart,

There forever

GOD HOLDS US

Oh my God!

What an absolute delight,

Sweetness

Far beyond my taste,

Lying there

Next to you.

_

Well, yes,

I know you weren’t really

Here,

Wel-l-l-l, yes,

Your lingering presence,

From talking to You

Throughout the day

Your energy,

Your heart.

And yes,

I know

Your thoughts were here.

Of course,

When you stop thinking of me

I go POOF!

_

Well, however

You were here,

I realized I had my back to you.

I felt silly, really silly,

But I rolled over to face you,

And O my God.

There you were,

Smiling at me.

_

And I closed my eyes

And closed another day.

_

When I awoke,

You were still here,

Smiling.

_

So is that how it really is

With you?

Holding me

In existence,

Smiling,

No matter what I do?

_

I used to think that you frowned

When I screwed up,

But I don’t think that

Anymore.

I REALLY MISS YOU, LORD

How is it, Lord,

That sometimes

I miss you?

I mean

Really miss you?

_

You know,

The more I get to know You,

It makes no sense

That You go away.

_

And I’m tired of hearing

From the "Pharisees"

That it must be me

Who goes away.

_

Believe me, Lord,

I have never left You.

Why

In God’s good earth

Or God’s good name

Would I ever leave You?

_

And I’m not trying to say, Lord,

That I am any better than the "Pharisees."

But I know this much.

I have never left You.

_

So there must be an explanation, Lord,

Why, at times, I miss you

And I mean,

Really miss you

And feel so LOST.

LONELINESS

What is loneliness
Anywho?

Especially,
When you are surrounded
By so many people
Who love you,
Really really love you?

Is it driving home
With "only" myself
That somehow triggers
This intense awareness?

So how is that?

I am driving home
With very special people.
Me, myself, and I for starters.

Perhaps
The loneliness
Is forgetting
That YOU are there as well.

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Comments 9 comments

Justsilvie 6 years ago

Beautiful Vern.


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Thank you. The process and the inspiring experiences are equally beautiful. Thanks for reading.

Vern


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cheaptrick 6 years ago from the bridge of sighs

Now This is the Vern we all know and look up to!!!Great poem...just great!Please click back to my reply on your comment to my"Romantic"hub buddy,I think you'll enjoy it:)

Dean


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

THANKS DEAN for this comment and the one on your "Romantic" hub. THANK YOU THANK YOU. Namaste!

I left a long response on the other hub!! I am so glad you like the verses. I have enjoyed immensely letting them out from whereever they come. Certainly not my compassionate side!!! Yeah right! Detect a little anger there, do ya?!

I don't know I can make the verses come out in a comment, but here is the latest poem (last night)

Gently opening your lips,

With my lips,

Your breath

Becomes my breath,

Becomes our breath.

...

Something beyond magic

Encircles our bodies

Pulling us together

With such force

Our bodies cannot withstand.

Silently they slip away,

Almost like death itself,

Into one another.


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cheaptrick 6 years ago from the bridge of sighs

As our souls intermingle

And our love reignites

Till the climax and thrashing

Of fulfilment in form

Me into you

And you into me

NOT You And Me DUDE!You And Her!! :))lololol

Dean


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Wow! Yes, I get it. LOL!! So the poem is from just now? Out of your head and heart?

I, BY THE AUTHORITY INVESTED IN ME BY NO ONE AND BY EVERYONE AND BY GOD BY GOD, DECLARE TODAY LOVE POETS' SUNDAY!!

So where do these beautiful "movements" come from? Perhaps out of our insanity, and if so, I really enjoy being insane. The world cannot be going to hell in a hand basket with such verses that come literally pouring and flowing out of us.

Well!! thanks for the echo.

Vern


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kimh039 6 years ago

I'm smiling widely while you revel in sheer joy like a child with your newfound poetry toy! I love it! I loved the poem and I loved your bantering with cheaptrick in the comments! I'm going to the other hub now. Enjoy!


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Dear Sweet Kim,

So many wonderful people in my life today that were not there a year ago and perhaps wouldn't even know me without my expressing myself here on Hubpages, in hubs and poems. I guess they are hubs too!!

Thanks so much for reading and commenting. And yeah, I really enjoy sharing and bantering with Dean. I hope the day will come when I can sit down with him in person. And you too! There are some really "special" people on here. I dislike hat word, special, but sometimes it is quite the right word.

Vern


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kimh039 6 years ago

until then, I have followed cheaptrick/Dean too. any friend of yours........

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