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Remember everybody, Jerry loves you!
Now be quiet and sit down!!!
...Don't make me come over there!
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by Jerry Connelly Our lives and loves are songs and we, the poets that write and sing them | ||
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Shadows Song
We meet in the shadows
And walk into the sun
to touch and kiss and laugh a bit
Our time is so soon done
Then as the midday rises
And reveries entreat
There is no bliss denied us there
In love's surrounding heat
There may be things in heaven
That even angels fear
And pathways into hell
That a mortal could hold dear
But I'm in fear of nothing
With your beauty in my eyes
The smell and taste upon my lips
From loving enterprise
For now within this mortal web
These memories ere belong
Of undiminished passions and
A poet and her song
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2
Sparrows' Struggles
With guile I do surrender
A heart that fills with song
And eyes that open in the sun
To savor and prolong
these days when we are younger
Naïve, blessedly brave
To keep, again, an open heart
For love that we so crave
The process never ending
The learning ere forerun
and pain surmounted awkwardly
The damage bound and done
we slip into the fields of May
With spring in every heart
to leap at every flirting joy
From which we were apart
So sly my eyes and soft my heart
To start our reckless quest
And enter hell with eager minds
as feign we'd be its guest
then brandish erstwhile sentiments
Against the trials we meet
To take us each in guardian arms
For our tomorrows, sweet
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3
Outside Fear
Its not yet okay you know
Here slipped beyond the noose
To answer our repressed needs
Our wild emotions loose
As all the nights awaiting
with all the joys not met
bring fears of timeless emptiness
To our dark eyes and yet
The dawn of new beginnings
Lures us with its hope
though just exigencies remain
to skulk beyond its scope
And keep us at its beck and heel
with sensate matters stalled
while every small constraining jot
an answer as its called
But have no truck with waiting
No trust in dally's lure
Just keep within the hopeful orb
of fate's forthcoming cure
our days don't yet have numbers
And hope, as yet, no term
Your breath is loves remembrance
that our scant lives affirm
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-------------------------------------- Here I'll share with you 3 Toasts among my favorites May you Lie, Steal, Cheat and Drink. Lie in the arms of someone you love. Steal kisses from a beautiful woman. Cheat death at every corner and Drink always with me - your friend. -------------------------------------- When the flames of passion become the glowing embers of a warm and loving life may you each discover that you have married your best friend. -------------------------------------- Here's to the sailors that go to the sea and the women that stay on the land may the former always be well rigged and the latter always well manned. |
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