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ALL THE GOLD

 

"All The Gold" 

 

All the gold of the sun

the silver of the moon 

the diamonds of the mountains

the pearls of the sea

the jets of the night

the opals of the northern lights

the sapphires of the heavens

the emeralds of the grass

 

I feel your passions and desires 

and reel in dizziness

I feel your joys and sadness 

all the hours

and they devour my pains

 

not a second of the day 

will I slip you from my mind

not a moment of the night 

from my embrace

 

I will love you till I die 

and will look into your eye

while I enfold you 

in my thoughts

and kiss your lovely face

my dearest name of grace

 

let me hold you
penetrate 

your deep recesses 

hide

behind the willows tresses

make love to you beyond 

your wildest streams

 

pour tears of silver over you

go with you in the flow of you

and never leave the memory

of your dreams

 

___________________________

 

 


— Nordic cloud, Jun 22, 2009

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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bjp

16 years 11 months ago

Dear Margaraet Ann,

Wow! That is an egg hatched without dithering! I believe the name of such art is Tour de Force. I really am damned impressed. It is as if you become your own photographer. More, oh, more, Brian
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 11 months ago

GOLD!

Oh Queen! You have touched my soul and heart, with the rythym and words so vivid here. I offer my brain to be impressed with your lovely message. Write your words with a fine and delicate pen on my brow so that I see them always. Yours faithfully, Sir Gee.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 11 months ago

But they would be in a mirror image

Or was that the idea? Maybe you are being EXTRA subtle here I am not sure Sir Geezer? but thank you, if that is the right- thing-to-say+ I never like to say the right thing, I always like to make a new way of saying the old nbanal things in life. But then this is out of gratitude to you for enjoying my poem and I would not belittle that. Yes i have been a little narcisistic or whatevere it is? Not really like me. I flourish my hand and bow, oops I should curtsey, deeply from queenie Ann. To Brian too of course.
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 11 months ago

Ann...

this poem made my night! the glow of you is glittering here... sparkles to you Ann. I only had one small suggestion... let me hold you penetrate... I felt penetrate should have its own line... such a powerful image... told ya it was small, it was how I read it anyway... Richard