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Love Thoughts.

Artist, actor, poet, teacher, songwriter & actor with 4,000 poems & almost 1,000 songs written, performed recorded & published on line.

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love-thoughts

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.

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 Arabica. 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.


© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III

Comments

mailme.lagar on June 29, 2010:

good expressions, and God bless.

Randy Behavior from Near the Ocean on June 29, 2010:

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

Artamia from GTA, Canada on June 11, 2010:

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

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

You are not the center of the world:

YOU ARE THE WORLD!

Take the Time to DO NOTHING...

... It is the empty spaces that life

takes place -- not is the planning,

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but in the repose.

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YOU need to BE PRESENT for what is

not there as much as you are for what is.

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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....

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....HEAR YOUR OWN VOICE:

Listen.

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

Listen.

Inside there is an answer.

What does it say?

Inside there is a voice.

Whom does it serve?

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You are the direction.

You are the force.

You are the reason.

Listen.

Shh.

Listen.

Hear...

FIND YOURSELF....

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

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lalesu from south of the Mason-Dixon on June 05, 2010:

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

Micky Dee on June 04, 2010:

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

Joy56 on June 03, 2010:

i enjoyed your work as always

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on June 03, 2010:

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

I SENSE A SADNESS IN YOU POEM TODAY

GOD BLESS YOU

Randy Behavior from Near the Ocean on June 03, 2010:

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.

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