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The Cynic of Love

THE CYNIC OF LOVE By PoeticMeditations The phrase, “All you need is love,” is nothing but a lie; Without air, food or water, we would all simply die. It’s a chemical response to something that we like. Attractive faces cause … Continue reading

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Love’s Fools

LOVE’S FOOLS By PoeticMeditations Momentary insanity Or possession by some demon, In defense, might serve as a plea For why you lost your reason. Tumbling off a high precipice, You may realize as you fall That for each and every … Continue reading

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The Gambler

THE GAMBLER By PoeticMeditations The stakes are high, the odds are great The roll of dice will seal my fate. To win or lose – it’s in the cards Dame Lady Luck bestows rewards. With all to lose; with all … Continue reading

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A Trivial Game

A TRIVIAL GAME By PoeticMeditations It was for you but a trivial game, Some slight amusement to pass the idle hour, The wild heart to capture and then tame, To have dominion and absolute power. A bored cat merely toying … Continue reading

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What’s This Gently Stirring in the Heart?

WHAT’S THIS GENTLY STIRRING IN THE HEART? By PoeticMeditations What’s this gently stirring in the heart? Long forgotten after all these years. From the beginning, a vital part; Traces left behind like fallen tears. The bright flame now a dying … Continue reading

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“Once the Rose is Taken”

ONCE THE ROSE IS TAKEN (After reading Burne’s “Ye Banks and Braes O’ Boonie Doone”) By Poetic Meditations Once the rose is taken, once the prize is won, Once the fight, so fierce, is over and done And the heart … Continue reading

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“The Bond of Love”

THE BOND OF LOVE By Poetic Meditations Will love fade away Like an old photograph Left out in the sunlight Year after passing year? Will youthful passion Burn down to embers Before extinguished And turned to cold, gray ash? Will … Continue reading

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