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~ Poetry by me ~
Short
Poems of Devotion
Attraction
As deer stand in the torch-light´s glare,
As fools into a gold-hoard stare,
So lovers, blinded, all will dare
And for the danger do not care.
Like moth to light I come to you
Desiring what I´ll surely rue
Brief rapture, then I pay my due
Within the flame I should eschew. |
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Dedication
Fettered my hands now,
Fettered my heart -
I give myself
All that I am
My breath and my blood
Teach me - dare me
Touch me - tear me. |
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Wed
Not golden was the ring you gave,
A woven circle was my bond;
No keys you gave me, yet with iron
Unlocked the inmost of my heart.
No carpenter did craft the bed
Of living wood on which I wait
Suspensed in agony of bliss
My soul freed by your searing kiss. |
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Prayer
Be my first thought at waking,
Be my last thought at night;
When I drift into darkness,
Let your name be my guide. |
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Even
The
scales are tipping -
Heavy
one half
With
granted gifts
The
other now fills
With
pain I pay
Thus
the score evens. |
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Breaker
Rugged gray rock in the rage of the
ocean,
Firm rest in thundering tides:
Time and again you have saved me from drowning--
And now I shall break on your crags. |
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At Last
Will I finally find
you at the end of
days,
Will you beckon me follow as I see your face?
I shall not ask whither, I shall not
ask why
But follow beside you to
Hel or the sky. |
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Left to Say
What shall I say to you? You are my Lord;
Giver of verses, wisdom's hoard.
The path ahead and darkness blend
And I shall follow to the end. |
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On my Birthday
Happy I am, on this day of my birth.
Long may I serve you, in sorrow and mirth.
May the pen write your praise, and the words prove of worth
Till my soul goes to you, and my body to Earth. |
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Open the Gates
Open the gates of my soul
that I might sing
Open the gates of my mind
that I might learn
Open the gates of my heart
that I might love. |
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Birthday
Lord, I am yours to use as you choose,
Be it pencil and paper, or spear and the noose.
This day and all days I am born once anew--
May all my steps lead me onward to you. |
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"Do you trust me?"- "I trust you like
death." |
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Concern (Haiku)
Dying for you, Hár,
Holds no fear; what scares me is
Living without you.
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Flow
My blood, my blót
rushes to meet you.
I hold nothing back. |
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Undertow (Haiku)
Gasping on the beach
I yearn to swim back to
the tide that drowned me. |
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© 2005-2018 Michaela
Macha.
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