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Mistress moonMistress moon, do you shine for me
and brush my face with your pale light
as you float far above the tree?
You show your face for all to see-
But you are special in my sight.
I wish that you could come away,
and spend all of eternity
by my side until that last day.
But in the sky above you stay,
floating as though upon the sea.
And so at night I watch the sky,
from far away I yearn for you
and wish that I could somehow fly
to join you in your place on high,
before my numbered days are through.
Mistress moon, do you pine for me,
just a mortal soon to be gone,
who stares up with a silent plea?
Mistress moon, will you mourn for me,
when this suitor has passed along?
© Benjamin Court, July 2013
Happy Valentine, Darling!Happy Valentine, Darling!
"In the Name of Love"
The 14th of February is not just one day every year;
It means we should be tender to the one we hold dear.
It is called Valentine Day after the saint Valentine,
Who must have held more than one man or girl in the mind.
Well! I may not hold so many women dear, but let me say
To the one I hold precious
Happy Valentine Day
I know she won't eat chocolates, though she may want.
I know she won't want a red heart, because ours are filled
With love totally 365 days every year.
"How can you not like Valentine's Day?" He teased her, frowning a little.
Margret suddenly felt Zack stalk up from behind her and put his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder, giving her a frivolous jostle in the process, chuckling at her surprising jump.
Zack was always doing stuff like that, scaring the shit out her in the process. He would merely laugh it off, like it was the funniest thing in the world to frighten her to death.
"It's just flashy, maudlin bullshit." Margret dignified with a rumble of her throat, all the while trying to get her heart palpitations to regulate.
"Aw, come on." Zack lightly cajoled her. "Don't be so pessimistic."
He gently pulled back her long, black hair and kissed her tan neckline.
Margret felt the slight brush of something dangling from her neck, falling down into her breasts. Her hand went up to her neck and felt a thin chain, as she looked down and saw the most exquisite necklace she ha
Under Our BlanketWe went to the beach in the Fall,
just because you loved to see the sunsets in Autumn skies,
and you hated baring your skin in the Summer,
your beautiful, olive-peach hued skin.
It was much too cold to be wearing only our uncovered skin,
and just wasn't appropriate for jackets,
so we settled on just casual clothes,
So there we sat, gazing at the horizon,
watching it be painted by the sun,
with all of it's countless shades and hues of light
being splayed out on the canvas of sky,
using the heavens as its brush.
As the sun went to sleep, we tired as well,
and the wind grew colder,
and had begun to blow.
So I pulled out a blanket for us,
covering every part of us,
except for our feet,
which laid buried in the still-lingering warmth of the sand.
And I remembered that the moment we touched,
the second I felt your hair brush by my shoulder
as you rested your head by my neck
and we stayed wrapped together under the blanket,
my heart skipped a beat,
Seattle RainThe firm struggle for that something,
Have I found her?
Seattle rain never felt so warm,
Gently detailing our faces,
Whispering words of love struck insanity.
Pay me with sad stories,
And a little of your time,
And we can fill our vacancy.
Home.Home is where the heart is,
So my real home,
Is with you.
Rose Rained FieldThe roses fall on one spot
The spot where it all started
The light has dimmed on it
While you there still holding my hand
You who is keeping my body warm and safe from harm
My heart even though fading with my soul
Is still staying strong within yours
I gave you my soul
And you kept it in yours
The field of roses still yet stands strong
and it all started with you saying that you would join me
The journey only started 3 years ago
But yet I feel that I have known you for more than life itself
And with your hand in mine
My heart, my soul, and my body turn to gold
And the light shining behind me I watch you from the halo guarded castle
And it all started in this place
In this Rose rained Field
The Silent LocketAs the sky opens and the dawn breaks my eyes meet yours
As time grows in our hearts so does our souls
Like two butterflies flying through the sky our hearts will evermore remain as one
Our souls join by the force of will and not sorrow and pity
As our apathy grows for those around us our souls slowly move further and further
But still I feel our souls must still be one
The people around us grow cold and we grow in bitter discrete
When I am where I hoped to be you are not far behind
But still the earth that was held together with our love is breaking
The earth splits into two leaving you so far from me
Yet still I feel
That your soul sliped from mine and into my ever beating heart-shaped locket
As silence feel unto the earth a faint whisper came into my ear and pierced my locket
Watashi wa anata o aishite
LoveLove all types sibling true friends and puppy love But all love is love You can love someone be in love with someone and be loved by someone everybody deserves love Hope your day is filled with every kind of love
A Lovers DanceHear that Sound, just barely there,
Hear that Sound, upon the air;
Hear that Sound, feel it soothe,
Hear that Sound, it makes you move,
Hear that Music, soft but sound,
Hear that Music, all around;
Hear that Music, just for two,
Hear that Music, soft but true.
Hear my Heart, it plays a tune,
Hear my Heart, it plays for you;
Hear my Heart, a steady beat,
Hear my Heart, and move your feat.
Hear my Heart, a lovers trance,
Hear my Heart, and let us dance.
ValentineSince I met you,
I wondered if you would be
my one and only Valentine.
And now, I get that wish.
You are my Valentine,
my one true.
And I'd do anything for you.
You make me happy
and I love you.
Though a lot of people say it,
and never mean the phrase
what I have to say
is not just words.
So open your ears
and listen carefully.
My eyes are always searching,
looking for your warm smile.
My heart is always racing,
trying to catch up to you.
When I know you are near,
my body gets goosebumps and I smile.
So, my question is:
Will you be my Valentine?
When love is manifestedWhen love is manifested,
it presents itself to you unexpectedly, and it is something that's
unlikely to disappear
without leaving a trace of itself.
The caution in this case here, can not be useful,
it would be like building snow walls that
by the first ray of sunshine
will be dissolved.
Do not look for logic in the feelings
that are like the water of a river,
difficult to analyze something that is always in motion,
only time will give you the answer
of something that is born in the depths of your soul.
Let yourself be transported
like the wind through the leaves of existence,
giving a chance to your emotions
to manifest themselves in their fullness.
Without you I wouldn't fall asleepWithout you I wouldn't fall asleep,
without feeling your breath,
without your caress,
without your word,
without your warmth around me.
Without you I wouldn't fall asleep,
Without your gaze,
without your smile,
without your presence,
without smelling your inebriating perfume
like an essence.
Without you I wouldn't fall asleep,
without feeling that you're embracing me,
without feeling that you caress me
without being able to hear
the beats of our hearts.
PyromancyShe resided in the dying embers of this world,
Silently wielding incandescent verse.
Little, vivacious wick,
But what good is a firecracker without a flame?
For an eon she was devoid of fuel,
Lingering in the dark, waiting to burn bright.
Then, along came match boy,
The tender pyromaniac.
He lit the spark to an eternal fire
And he set her heart alight.
©Béibhinn Murphy O’Brien 8/2/2013
The Doorstep Sonnet(30/9/2012)
Crying on my doorstep on a sill, autumn night
I pull away from your embrace
To behold a radiant, moon-lit sight:
The stars in your eyes echoing the stars in the sky above us
From which you were made but beauty
Was coincidentally passed on from star stuff.
On the horizon, the tide’s gentle lullaby,
The hum and the hush of the crashing sea,
Washes away my worries
And softly sings me to sleep.
With a kiss and a tired smile,
My love, I bid you adieu.
So the night can slowly rock me to sleep
And I can dream sweet dreams of you.
©Béibhinn Murphy O’Brien 18/4/2013
BlasorexiaI’m falling for the music in his soul.
Face warm, knees weak,
Yet, as fascinating as his words are,
I cannot register the syllables he speaks.
I merely watch his dancing, candyfloss lips, so sweet.
He conducts an orchestra of endorphins.
My heart bombarding my chest with a blast of beats.
Pushing against me,
As if to nudge me closer to the maestro.
Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum
Little voices sing a chorus of innocent temptation.
I long to sway to the song of his heart.
Kiss me, conductor,
And let the harmony start.
©Béibhinn Murphy O’Brien 6/2/2014
There is Thee
My heart is dancing
And my thoughts dance with it.
The world is open.
There are no barriers.
Heaven sent me a star,
That turned my life to new directions.
Where darkness and sadness were at home,
Light and joy has returned.
Paralyzing feelings are replaced by
Heart palpitations and butterfly crawls.
In the yawning emptiness
Now a person fills the space.
There is thee.
with a space between*
my sister worries i carry too many loaves of fresh white bread
when i speak of you
she says they keep falling to the floor
and it's a waste
she tells me they love you so it would hurt more when they leave
and that i shouldn't feel so much
it's a sickness of the lungs, my sister says, that quickly spreads to the arms and
you find yourself holding on to things until
your nails bite through the skin
and you get blood on your hands
sometimes it's theirs, sometimes your own
always always this happens
and the days curl around your body like rusted pipes
and you suffocate if you ever try to laugh again
my sister says i was born without a rib cage
and that there is nothing guarding my heart
she says she sees dents in my chest where your hands have been
and asks with disapproval if i still feel your fingers between my lungs
if the concave is here
because you are still here
and last night i dreamt i was loving your lover
i woke up coughing up her spit
with a space between (revisited)*
my palms have grown too cold be read, according to my sister.
she holds them up to the light to see if they are frozen over.
she calls me december, says that i am lost to the frost.
my sister doesn't know that i am bloodless, and i don't tell her
that i let you in, and that once you flowed through me
hungrily, i don't tell her
how i traded my breath for that soft current and
that there is nothing left now that you are gone.
i don't tell her how my fingers can no longer bend or how
my veins are hollow, waterless riverbeds and that
not even the wind moves through me now.
my sister cries to herself every night still,
i change her pillow in the morning.
she never wonders at my silence
or why there's glass on the floor
and holes in the walls
when she comes home.
crack and bear*
i fell in love with you a long time before
i decided to love you.
and by falling i mean breaking
both hands against the concrete
street, and by love i mean feeling
your body ache instead of mine
when i sleep.
Letter to a Lost LoveDo you remember when we first met? I could never forget it, I’m not sure why, you just always stick out in my mind. I don’t remember every detail, but I just remember being surprised by you. I had never met someone like you and you truly interested me. I wanted to know more about you, to be with you. But it wasn’t easy. I was young and had no idea what I could do. I would just see you and occasionally talk and all the while you danced across my mind. I think why you mattered so much to me was because I was more like you than I realized. Of course I didn’t see that then, but now it’s clear. You were something real and true and I needed you to tie me to reality. You were the only one who ever entered my dreams not just once but many times. You had a mystery about you, I wanted to unravel it, but lets be honest I could barely read what was in front of my face.
I never gave myself the chan
To My ValentineTo my Valentine,
You’re my world, my everything
You’re perfect and I am nothing
To your beauty, nothing compares
I’ll always be someone who cares
You deserve the world and nothing less
I have nothing to give, I confess
Every time I see you, every day
I just want to say
Thank you for being all that you are and nothing more
You deserve the world over
You have been my light in my darkest moments
You have defeated my strongest opponents
You are my quiet in the frenzy of my mind
Helping me control all I am and leaving nothing behind
I love you more than you will ever know
I’m telling you this now because you deserve to know
This has been our first time really apart
Every day without you breaks my heart
I know when last we met you weren’t thrilled
That was the only time I’ve felt your coldness and been chilled
Even though you wanted to be left alone
I had to tell you to somehow make up for what I’ve done
I will always love you, you w
The Day After Valentine's DayA 69-word erotic tale
Marie's body is spent but warm, full and soft, sated. She writhes ecstatically, engulfed in orgasmic afterglow. She licks her bittersweet lips, smiles at her naked curves. She is full of love but hungers for more.
Reaching across bed, she finds only disappointment -- four empty heart-shaped boxes. Struggling to button her jeans, Marie dreams of pleasures to come. And prays Wal-Mart still has Valentine candy on sale.
NOTE: this is a 69-word erotic short-short story for those weight-gain erotica readers who have short attention spans...You can probably eat a couple pieces of chocolate as you read this.
I did some research for this story. Check it out:
BBC article which says chocolate has same chemicals as brain produces in orgasm:
A chocolate that guarantees orgasm. Oh my!
Globe and Mail interview with Joan S
Valentine Kisses(Romance and chocolate in rhyming Haiku-style verses)
Kisses are quite sweet
delivered by a lover
who knows what you think.
Yet sweeter Kisses
which will plumpen your belly
come from Hershey's Inc.
Love your chocolate
and all that it delivers.
Self-righteous, be not.
Those bodies rounded
with Valentine's chocolate,
are chubby and hot.
With lover's kisses,
feast in lustful gluttony,
your desires indulge.
And from Hershey's
twenty-five calories each,
eat Kisses and bulge.
So, into the trash,
the flowers, the greeting cards,
cherubs, you may dump.
But devour Kisses
and all chocolates. Indeed,
grow pleasingly plump.
I Beg YouLove me
I beg you
Remains close to me
I beg you
If you left
I do not know what I will become
So do not go away
I beg you
Because nobody may know
Nobody will love you
Of a true and sincere love
My Knight in a Wrinkled TinfoilDreams, hopes and wishes of a prince
Shit you say, that doesn't make sense
Movies, stories and flat Romance poetry
Rocket science stuff and a dash of geometry
Things I will never get, will never understand
Like putting your heart in another man’s hand!
He rides and he fights for the sake of your honor
Disney movie plots, in you Hollywood won’t bother
He’ll pierce the night with his sword to save your ass
And you’ll go on long walks, dine, and cuddle on grass
Oh please, save the “My Knight in shining armor” speech
You’re going mad girl, sucking the life out of you like a leech
Let me tell you a story now, while the water is brought to a boil
I will share with you my prince! I mean My Knight in a Wrinkled Tinfoil
He is loud, weird, funny, crazy and smart but hardly ever gentle
Speaking to him is like shooting darts, he drives me mental
He pierce the night with his snoring, he wakes up the dead
He is so random and odd, fireworks explode in his hea
A Fitting FarewellWith the taste of loathing sharp on my tongue,
And my inhibitions lying cold beneath my feet,
I walk to the beat of a eulogy.
The stale air I breathe burns my lungs,
Made rancid by the caress of one too many lovers,
And I find it disgusting.
The alcohol that once fed my self-pity now feeds my insanity,
And I run my finger over the chilling touch of the semiautomatic in my hand,
Just as the school bells ring.
For I know I am unattractive,
I know where my future lies,
And where my decisions have left me.
As I enter the classroom, I cannot help but break a smile,
Never again will I be prostrate before such tormenting eyes,
Finally free from this sick machine.
And I take my gun,
It's glistening silver striking fear into the cannibals before me,
I press it to my head.
A wild look streaks across my eyes,
And as the children scamper something unexpected crosses my mind,
A vague emotion sinking in.
The world becomes unsettlingly still,
And my mind wanders to my mother;
To my sister.
I think ba
be my valentineas I write this I feel no pain,
to make a fool of myself in every way.
and even if there is nothing to gain,
I will just always want you to stay.
just say you will be my valentine,
is all i really truly want.
and even if your heart is not mine,
we can always just talk.
about how i suck at poems,
or how your smile and cheer cure my sore.
thanks for just being you,
and i hope to forever be friends or more
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