Being Me ......... Prose Poem

Personal has always been my thing,

From the beginning of me

Not sharing too much of me is how I protected my space,

Let it be the space in my mind,

The space I live in,

The space of my persona

But over time, I have relinquish my space to you,

I let you in,

Without questions,

Without thoughts,

Without any doubts,

Without reservations,

I gave you all my mind thoughts,

Gave you my living space,

Gave you my personal space,

Gave you the fractions of space my being stands in

Because, I don't what to think,

I don't want to move,

I don't ever want to be without,

Any space, that's not filled without your precious love....

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Army Wife's Last Letter ... Memorial Day Tribute.........

Army Wife's Last Letter by Heather Dube

Hey darling

Do you know how beautiful the sun is when it rises in the morning

kissing my cheeks with its warm glow.

Do you know how cold the dew on the grass is in the morning

chilling my toes as they vanish with the sun's glow

Do you know how sweet the sound of the chirping birds is in the morning

singing a beautiful melody bringing the world

to an early wake

Darling do you know?

Do you know I wake up every morning

to stand next to the letterbox

waiting for the postman in blue uniform,

riding a red bicycle

to bring my scented love letter from you.

Only to discover the beauty of the morn

bearing bad news

...I am to mourn...

Darling, you have died at war

but still I stand by the letterbox waiting.

I found this poem on this blog.. http://poetrybulawayo.blogspot.com/

Enough...(simple) Mothers Day Poem .... Prose

Where she saw not enough, 

He saw plenty

Where she saw too much, 

He saw just right

Where she saw too thin 

He saw thickness

Where she saw a bulge, 

He saw perfection

Where she saw average,

He saw beauty,

Where she would question her mindset, 

He saw intelligence

When she thought, why does he still love me today,

With all my flaws,

He said, no matter what transpired to you, I will always love you.

Everyday when she looks into his eyes,

She sees a mother, a wife, a woman passionately loved.

Happy Mother's day.

Lovely Day..... Saturday Song ......

Sometimes the words you look for to say what's in your heart, are already written in a song:
Lovely Day, By Bill Withers...

When I wake up in the mornin', love

And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And somethin' without warnin', love
Bears heavy on my mind

Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way

Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
And when someone else instead of me
Always seems to know the way

Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

A lovely day
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)

Knowing Love ....... Repetitive poem ....

Before you, I knew about the meaning of love

I knew how soft love touch would be,

How kindness flowed from the bottom of a lover’s heart,

How genteel of a person love would be,

How sugary sweet love kisses, would taste on my lips,

And how its taste, would linger forever in my mind

I knew love long before you came into my life

I knew how love, was suppose to feel in my heart

I knew how love, was suppose to feel when it wrapped around my soul

I knew how love, was suppose to feel when you were near me

I knew how love withdrawn, was suppose to feel when the times, I could not be near you

I know how love devotion, brought the love of two, to a love of one meaning

I knew love, long before I knew you

But when you came into my life, you completed that love, I knew all so well...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Just.. Prose Poem

I just,

Want to kiss you with a kiss so soft lips melt,

A kiss so wet, your mouth waters just thinking of me,

A kiss so deep, the earth beneath you quakes,

A kiss so sweet, sugar now taste like sour cream

I just,

Want to embrace you tightly in closed arms,

Hold your body warmth, beside mines,

Hold you so close; I can smell your essence,

Hold you so close; I can feel the soft warmth of your exhaled breath, on the nape of my neck

Hold you so close; I can feel the placid beats of your heart

I just,

Want to make you happy,

Give you all the love you want,

Give you all the love you need,

Give you my soul,

Give you all of the emotions of my heart

Give you what ever it takes to satisfy you

I just,

Want to be the one on your mind at night

Be the one on your mind in the morning light

The one whose love, fits yours just right

I just,

Want us to be deeply in love,

When the moon rise,

Gives way to the morning sun

1Manview © 1999 – 2012

Relinquished 1.... Prose Poem

This poem was written for a dear friend of mine, who thought no one knew how they felt..

In my dream I was alone

Slowly drifting out to sea without a paddle nor sail

The moon had a reddish glow to it

The wind was so still it was eerie

I sat all alone with nothing but my thoughts

No one to talk to me

No one that could hear me

No one to hold and comfort me

No one to give comfort too

No one.......

In my dream I was alone

Then I woke up and saw you next to me

In my heart I am still alone...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012