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Love Thoughts.

Updated on June 2, 2010

Scattered tea leaves

settled gently

tea leaves of the

green persuasion

make a pattern

in my cup

while supping from the

steam and nectar

pale and sugared

sweet and low

in a chair at


then I noted

that this

tea pattern

had been formed

into a heart shape

and I thought of you

of course,

as I poured some more

liquid warmth

much like your

lips once poured

liquid warmth on mine.

Then  i watched

the tea leaves swirl

as I sat peacefully reflecting

on their meaning

so symbolic

that a heart

made out of leaves

blends now in the

warmth over

which I linger,

and reminds me of a girl

so different

and yet so much the same.


To A Woman In A Cathedral Praying For A Loved One Lost.


The scratch of a match

creates friction that forms heat

into a starburst of yellow

and blue flame.

The candle long an admirer

of the bright flames beauty

captures it and holds it

forming puddles of waxy tears

at the joy of such a treasure.

These tears of wax

drip down its sides

leaving a trail back to

the fires it so loves.

And though the fire

eventually consumes

its companion

the candle cares not

in the heat of the moment,

lost in the glorious warmth and glow

that is rendered by the fires's kiss.

Even more lovely are your eyes

in the tiny sun of that candle

reflecting the pain of seperation

from the things you love.

But your eyes also hold

a rekindled glow of hope 

soft and moist

with a waxy tear of their own.

They close in a simple prayer

for another needing warmth and light.

in the darkness of their soul.

There is nothing as lovely

as a woman's face

surrounded by the halo

of candlelight.

I thank all of womanhood

for this vision

and I offer in return

a candleabra for their souls.

Let its light chase all of the shadows

from the corner of their aura

and grant them even more peace.




Our lives are marked by notices

of births, graduations. weddings,

for some of divorces and of course death notices.

Between the lines of each of these

we can only hope that others will notice

all that we do, and all that we long to share.

and most especially all that we love,

 for ignorance is never bliss

to any unnoticed soul.




Inspiration sweeps into

the very pores of our soul.

blown there by tumbling,

sweetly scented

multi-colored autumn leaves.


Often frozen to the

walls of our hearts

by the wintry rejection

of year round sunshine

in another's arms.....

or Springing from the

lips of a crocus

first opening in the

gaps of April snows.

Most cherished while

lazing on a hammock

sipping margaritas on

a sultry Auhust day.


It comes from ruby lips 

freshly pressed

against your own

and from love as it

seeds and recedes

and succeeds in

 each poet's life.

It also rises from

the eternal silence

of death's inspiration

and lives on cherished

in stacks of paper

and in chapbooks by

those who loved you.

inspiration is a poets

way of breathing

take a deep one now

and exhale words onto

the screen that steams,

and the dreams that scream

to be captured forever

in the wells of your thoughts.




















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      mailme.lagar 7 years ago

      good expressions, and God bless.

    • Randy Behavior profile image

      Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Having a rough night. Came back here to share a cup of tea with you.

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      Artamia 7 years ago from GTA, Canada

      • Great Verses-of-the-Day :-) Goodday, MFB the III !!!

      ...Hey ! ...I Got Good NEWS:

      You are not the center of the world:


      Take the Time to DO NOTHING...

      ... It is the empty spaces that life

      takes place -- not is the planning,

      but in the repose.


      YOU need to BE PRESENT for what is

      not there as much as you are for what is.


      You need to sense the volume of things.

      The expanse of sky.

      The breadth of horizon.

      You are measured by the things you see.

      Your contemplations shapes your life

      as much as your doing....




      ........... Stop.


      Inside there is an answer.

      What does it say?

      Inside there is a voice.

      Whom does it serve?


      You are the direction.

      You are the force.

      You are the reason.






      [...Para-phrased by me...from David Viscott...]

      *L gel-kennedy-...

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      lalesu 7 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Such a romantic, MFB - Just beautiful, you do have the heart of a poet.

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Very, very nice! "for ignorance is never bliss to any unnoticed soul"

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      Joy56 7 years ago

      i enjoyed your work as always

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 7 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I lit a candle once when i graduated nursing training, as i was walking to get in line, my breath blew out the candle.

      I was the only one in line without a FLAME,

      i made a pretty darn good nurse just the SAME



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      Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

      When I was little I often would ask my Dad if I could light a little red candle in our Catholic church for my Mom. I'd kneel there not knowing exactly what to pray, but feeling better about it.