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The Warrior Princess. Chapter 3

I slowly raised my arm and touched the great beast with my fingertips.

There was no point in trying to sleep. I had rested well the night before and my nerves were on edge anyway, thinking about what lay ahead. About me, I could hear the sounds of preparation for battle and wondered what the next few days would bring and, turning my head to the side, I looked across to Astrid who was lying on her back, the sword belt around her waist and the gleaming hilt, shining above its scabbard in the s...

S is for SenualA is for AngelG is for GoddessA is for AlwaysP is for ProudO is for Orginalyou are the one I turn toyou are my love and guide. I Sagapo You.

The Letter Continues

love knows no distance

Laying under the night sky, counting stars and thinking of you. Sound of Patches, in her paddock. Dreaming of your soldier boy. You feel life is good.   Driving home from work,. passing by the protesters. Screaming how evil the war is, soldiers are killers and murder babies. You turn your radio up louder, My Imagination by The Temptations, play on. Bringing calm back to you. What is your boy doing? you wonder as you shift...

Spiders Web

Caught in your spiders web!

Entangled withinYour spiders webNo Escape Entranced by your eyesConsuming myLost Innocence Writhing upon my bare skinThe succubus of yourNaked body Your lips close to my ownStealing my lastBreathe You caught meBoth heart and soulForever yours  

The Letter

Soon my love

Just the start of another day.  Your song comes on the radio. Sly & the Family Stone. "Thank You". As you wiggle in your jeans. You think of your boy, far far away. Sitting on the corner of your bed, you read his last sentence. "I'll be back in your arms, soon my love."   ...................... Just the start of another day. You unfold her letter, putting it to your nose. Inhaling deeply her scent. Sitting on your helmet,...

Crossing the Bridge to the Past

If we had it to do all over again

"I sometimes think it would have been a better life if I'd stayed in the Navy." A slight pause then she echoed my wish. "Yes. We would have met differently and stuff. But we would have had a great life. I've thought of it as well. We didn't have children. Would have been lots of fun. Traveling around the world. I've daydreamed about it, too." Her vision of living another lifetime. Her reveries could be about anything. Rig...

Story to tell

Which one do you think it was, God, or Fate?

Everyone has a story to tell, about who they are, where they came from, what their names mean. Not to boast (okay, I’m boasting a tad) I happen to believe there’s something extra magical about mine. While I don’t believe in organized religion, you might even say it was God’s doing; I happen to believe it’s fate. In order to know my story, you first have to look before me, even before my parents, but to theirs. Their Fathe...

Before you, blues were just blues,And love was just love. Flowers were just flowers,And the sun was just light,And the ice, just crystalsWeighing down the mighty boughs. Bodies were just bodies,Molded from mud of telluric ash,Returning as dust,At the journey’s end. Before you, love was just love. And in the morn, ahead of the moon,The heavens would spread its gold.And the ice would sparkle,And the eyesThat just saw, would...

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Amongst the Arabian sands

Love is a treasure that is so great to find

There was a love worth findingAmongst the vast Arabian desert Hidden in the warm golden sandsA gold rush worthy of being chasedA treasure so rich to findMore than a carat of diamondTo have won over my heartWhen I found you, my love. In the heart of nowhere evermoreTo have walked a thousand miles barefoot On sands, hot like embers on a fireWith the wood crackles and sparksLike a firework on an evening breezeThat carries fo...

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My Lover Desires Me

A love story whose origin is the Marshes of Glynn

Of sweet tea and southern charm,With honeysuckle and red clay,As peaches ripen in the Georgia sun,My lover desires me. As catfish nibble an empty hook,In a hole 'neath a rusting bridge,As young men ripen in the Georgia sun,My lover desires me. As her charm soothes my savagery,With sweet tea upon her breath,As her womb ripens in the Georgia sun,My lover desires me. The Marshes of Glynn call to me,As we once hearkened to it...

Love rejoices with the truth

1 Corinthians 13: 6-7

Lightening's strike Unexpectedly, out of a clear sky Lies laying waste Love's delights?   No, honesty is our key Your words set us free To rejoice in God's truth Rightous love is our humanity   For he looks kindly on our choice to love Trusts us with his gift of love And hopes that we will patiently  Persevere in love's labour won      

A Christmas Wish

What is yours....

A friend asked me today What did I want for Christmas? “Nothing but our continued friendship And joy for all mankind!”   But tonight, back at home After having a chance to think I still want what I said But I don’t wish for that alone.   Tonight, I wish for lasting true love Not just for me, but for one and all. May we all find that special someone Who lights the way even on our darkest days?   Someone who makes your hear...

Falling In Love

For Pixie and Mel

Eyes lock A thrown switch Magnetic flows Drawn to you   Stepping out Over cynical cliffs A leap of faith Potentially us   We do click That seatbelt sound Falling safely Protecting us   Soft splashdown In love's sea Fatalism banished I'm loved by you    

The seasons of love

For Melody and Pixie

The days and seasons cycle rhythmically Patterns determined at time’s first dawn The tapestry of hearts wasn’t then written in stone Its left to us weavers to spin love’s silky threads   As you two weaved the first stiches of love The golden summer warmed your spinning fingers Yet I worked on our pattern in winter’s gloomy light That your stiches matched mine heated my heart   The seasons have changed as they are wont to...

Our Time Will Not Run Out

Is Time slip, sliding away

The concept we invented Within the human mindThe passage of our livesIs Time for everyone  It seems that Time is warping Keeps warping as we age It bendsContorts To make us loseThe fabric of our days The fabric The material From which our life is made Remembrance of the magic of traveling down new lanesNew pathways ExplorationsNew vistas we have viewed Among them are the memories we keep within a vaultThe treasure chest o...