These pieces were randomly selected by subject from my collection.
All were written prior to 1992. The collection covers a broad range
of style and subjects. I hope to be changing selections on a weekly basis.
If you haven't visited in a while hit refresh on your browser, or view all previously published pieces in the ARCHIVES.
If you would like some additional subjects, greeting cards or wish to contribute please drop me an email I hope you enjoy.
If you are in the area on Thursday evenings you may enjoy "Poets Nite" at C@fe AuL@it
Feed my hunger, my passions fire, feed my depth, with your desire. Feed me all you have to give, feed me life that I might live. Feed relief for my pain and I will feed your love again. With all the love I have to give, I'll feed the fire that helps you live. I'll feed to you my very best, I will never stop unless, our love should age and then grow old, your passion for my love grows cold. If passions fire should turn to coal, our love should leave our very soul, I'll always keep you deep inside, my thoughts of you will never die. |
Now we lay us down to rest, your head pressed softly to my chest, my arms engulf you, hold you tight, we cling together in the night. My dreams engulf me as we rest, the dreams of how my life is blessed. Peace and comfort soothe my mind, your love invades my soul, your body guards me from the ghosts, and keeps away the cold.. Your dreams reach deep into my head ,our bodies become one, Soon we'll wake together, and face the morning sun. Before I sleep I'll watch your smile, I'll meditate a little while, and I'll say my special prayer, so when I wake, you'll still be there. |
If the rose had never grown, its lesson never would be known, never smelled its fragrance, or grabbed its thorns of self defense. Our lives would never have been blessed, with petals of it's tenderness. As hearts entwine and true love grows, do the vines of the rose. Together climbing toward the sun the vines and thorns combine to one. Gently climbing with each other, thorns and vines protect the other. As the thorn protects the rose, and shelters beauty as it grows, our fear will help us to refrain from loving one that causes pain..As sun and rain makes petals bloom, Our heart and soul will lead us to, A HIGHER LOVE.
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Copyright © 1996 Bob Grove
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