Love is There
But you’ve yet to see it
It is lurking in the wings
But you’ve yet to find it
It has a shape,
But you are yet to see it
Its heart beats
But you’ve yet to hear it
But when you do, then you will know
That when two hearts beat as one
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I don't know
How I will win your trust again
Tell me how
I going to win your
Respect for me
Tell me
Why I hate your guts
Especially when you neg me to death
I hate every minute of it
You say you will never forgive me
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The late Gracie Allen was a very lucid comedienne,
Especially in the way that lucid means shining and bright.
What her husband George Burns called her illogical logic
Made a halo around our syntax and ourselves as we laughed.
George Burns most often was her artful inconspicuous straight man.
He could move people about stage, construct skits and scenes, write
And gather jokes. They were married as long as ordinary magic
Would allow, thirty-eight years, until Gracie Allen's death.
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Sailing to My Grandfather
by Michael R. Burch
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
This distance between us
—this vast sea
of remembrance—
is no hindrance,
no enemy.
......
Reminiscing in a corner of room so dark,
And heart being ripped into particles of quark,
The pangs of guilt left an indelible mark!!
Betrayed by a soul in the midst of storm,
Meaning of trust underwent a rapid transform.
Somehow, he wiped off tears to assume a dauntless form!!
He lamented and mocked himself for being a fool,
As the path so taken was not that cool.
......
I don't know
How I will win your trust again
Tell me how
I going to win your
Respect for me
Tell me
Why I hate your guts
Especially when you neg me to death
I hate every minute of it
You say you will never forgive me
......
In love's embrace, a delicate dance,
Self-respect and ego, a subtle trance.
One uplifts, the other, a heavy chain,
Knowing the difference, a heart must gain.
Self-respect, a gentle, yet firm stand,
Valuing one's worth, in a loving land.
It speaks up, yet listens, too,
Seeking understanding, in all we do.
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It’s 3 am Mama,
mama I woke up
to the
footsteps
thudding
around
the door again.
Please don’t leave
no Mama don’t.
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In the shores
Of my heart
Somewhere you still linger,
The feeling of your fingers
Caressing mine, amid November.
You sail away,
In the dark of the night
And yet the traces,
Of you sheen bright
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Once a princess
Is now a queen
Working for the kingdom
Is all she has been
She was a beautiful princess
But now a caring queen
Got a lots of work
Works for making peoples happy and keen
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