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The Real "Morning Dove"

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David2
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0 posted 05-29-2000 12:41 PM       View Profile for David2   Email David2   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for David2

Sorry about the last post. I inadvertantly posted "The Dream" instead. That was an unintentional repost. Here is the real " My Morning Dove."


My Morning Dove

What music this that lights upon my ear,
Before the peace of sleep begins to fade.
Come wondrous dawn a melody so dear,
My morning dove in softest serenade.
Do I still dream or do I hold her fast?
And does her breath my soul intoxicate?
With opened eyes our love secured at last,
As hunger may in sweet relief abate.
That every day commences ever so,
Doth flame the fires of deepest dark desire.
Would fortune grant that she each day Id know,
No other need to ever then require.

So fill my arms, let night or day not pass,
And steal away my brittle heart of glass.




[This message has been edited by David2 (edited 05-29-2000).]
© Copyright 2000 David William La Belle - All Rights Reserved
Sudhir Iyer
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1 posted 05-29-2000 12:44 PM       View Profile for Sudhir Iyer   Email Sudhir Iyer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sudhir Iyer

David,
This is splendid work here, ending with a...

So fill my arms, let night or day not pass,
And steal away my brittle heart of glass

I truly enjoyed reading this one.

Regards, sudhir.

 Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....

by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall
Kit McCallum
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2 posted 05-29-2000 12:50 PM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

Incredibly romantic and passion-filled David. Your recipient is a lucky lady indeed ... Wonderful verse!

Best wishes,
/Kit
Irish Rose
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3 posted 05-29-2000 02:10 PM       View Profile for Irish Rose   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Irish Rose

this is not just an empty praise, but this read like Shakespeare!!!!
keep it up

 Kathleen
indy31_99@yahoo.com

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4 posted 05-29-2000 03:14 PM       View Profile for CocoBaci   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for CocoBaci

Very nice these verses you write ~And does her breath intoxicate my soul~ this captured the very essence of your poem.
Coco
brian madden
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5 posted 05-29-2000 06:00 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

a beautiful poem.


That every day commences ever so,
Doth flame the fires of deepest dark desire.
Would fortune grant that she each day Id know,
No other need to ever then require.

bubbling with passion flowing with romance, lovely.


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6 posted 05-29-2000 09:32 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

You are constantly proving to us that you are a wonderful poet..a master of the sonnet. And this is no exception. Marvelous!
 
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