Good day Poets, I am from London, Ontario... I have been writing stories, poems, songs and scripts since I was a wee girl...I did not really take those things seriously...except for my stories and scripts as I am a Family & Children's Entertainer / writer, director, performer...I sang in a chorus...I belly dance and waltz, etc...I am 59, female, single...I have become more serous about poetry ... more »
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Cambridge Keenan Poems
A BELLY DANCER Veils of color fill the air, Beads and coins flash here and there, Her energy is really fresh,
I Forgive You
I forgive you for leaving me blind sighted and abandoned. I forgive you for stealing my heart away and then smashing the hell out of it.
Come To Me
Come to me, my ever mindful, winter grace, I am wanton for you, Bring blizzards and buzzards for, I need your icy touch,
Oh My Poet
My love for you has more depth than the oceans, It is higher than any mountain tops. If flows gently, willingly, with honor in my heart for you. I want to show you great and marvelous things,
A Note to Myself
Never give up, hold steadfast on your work and goals, Aim high, go slow, find refinement,
FOR ALL MY CHIDREN
Perhaps if things were different, If I planned another life,
Baby I'm Amazed By You
In the online world of virtual existence Is another demension, A Twighlight Zone if you will... Expierences repeating themselves,
You Are More Than Enough
The engaging courage of your character resonates with mine. You calling my name is as if God Himself has engrossed me in prayer, His alter is a babbling brook, flowing, rippling over ancient rocks. Before my very eyes, He transends me to whipping whirpools,
My Gift To My Beloved
A warm, glow casted off the prisims of my chandier, A floor spreading of rainbow pillows of variying sizes, shapes, and textures inviting allure... ... Arabian music, the oud, the kanjira, the nay flute, the taka, Melding in harmony, sweetening the atmosphere,
Beauty For Ashes
My Beloved, my every waking moment is filled with thoughts of you, I fall asleep in your arms, so content and filled with abundant love.
Messed Up Munchkin
Hello Operator can you please direct me to the Yellow Brook Road? I seemed to have lost my sanity somewhere on the path....
It's Not Raining
'Hi there, it is cloudy here and raining', he said. 'What's it like where you are? ' he inquired. ' It is not raining was my reply, ' ' The earth is weeping I tried to explain, '
Dreamy, steamy, retro raunch encounters, Propositions with intentions superbly erotic, Conjoined pleasures sweltering in the heat, Bodies raging and rowdy with heavenly lust,
God Sent A Blue Rose Of Grief
Adult childrens unrequited love drying out my heart, Draining the very blood from my body and mind. Leaving a chilled, and frozen frame of myself that once was, Longing for the pain to stop, to end...heart heavy barely beating...
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A BELLY DANCER
Veils of color fill the air,
Beads and coins flash here and there,
Her energy is really fresh,
Drops of sweat decorate her flesh,
Whirling, twirling around she goes,
Zills on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Undulating movements, grinding hips,
Gracefully her back bone slips,
The music fills her very soul,
As she executes a belly roll,
Then shaking, shimmering into the night, '
She captures her audience with true delight,
All her emotions show and enhance,
Her snake like movements, her belly dance,
Dropping to her knees, ...