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Love Song for DagmarShe’s a glutton, she’s no kitten; she can stuff her face for Britain
See her sitting in her Citroen, you can spot her from afar.
She is buxom, she is brazen, see her bottom, it’s amazing,
She is straining at the straplets of her cantilevered bra.
She’s an airship, she’s a trawler, still I worship and adore her
She’s a randy landslide riding in her flash French car.
As a goddess, she’s the oddest, and she’s vulgar and immodest
She’s the empress of breast, she is my sweet Dagmar.

She’s no figment, she’s no fragment, she’s a fat fridge magnet
and she’s sticking like a limp

Sinful Sex?

He lays me down & spreads me out on his bed.
He tells me he wants to relieve my stress & help me rest my head.
He runs his fingers through my hair & he kisses my lips,
He takes away the tension by playing with me below my hips.
As my legs are up high in the air,
I feel like I have no worries or cares.
He plays me so hard I let out a slight yell,
& I wonder if something this good will put me in hell.

Some people told me I shouldn't try
Because all you do is make me cry
But I love you to much to let you go
I love you more then you think you know
You tell me that you just don't care
All those times I needed you there
to hold me when i hurt real bad
to dry my tears, and take my sad
you can't understand how i feel inside
when it was over, I just died
All I want is for you to see
is what you really mean to me
Ever since that horrible day
that i heard those words you had to say
I can't stop thinking about you
I want you to know all this is true
Everything you've read
is about the things you've said
I'll never, ever stop tryin'

April's HouseThe man who would be my lover through April had a daughter.
I showed her Playboys from 1999 and she grabbed at my breasts.

In mid-April my lover's grandmother died in a Michigan hospital.
The night before we had hurried sex on a friend's floor and in his shower.

I lay naked on a dark blue couch watching B list horror movies
with names like Frankenhooker and drank carbonated strawberry wine.

The floor was covered in empty Bacardi bottles and powdered Cheetos
while the bathroom smelled of concentrated bleach and urine.

I could crawl out onto the flat tarry roof through a second story window.
On the fourth of July I sat on the functionl

Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:

I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now

The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...

They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give

I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending

The Feelings That LingerThe Feelings That Linger:

The sound of your voice still lingers here
Even though I know you're gone...
And my nights have turned to sleepless days;
They grow worse with every dawn...

You've probably heard this story though
At least a thousand times or more.
But the thing I remember best about her
Is the sound of that closing door...

It was like the end to everything;
A cloud inside my head.
When I came awake on that final night;
I reached for her in bed-

But an empty space was all I got;
There was no one to wipe these tears.
I could scream and cry for many hours;
But it wouldn't chase my fears.

I tried so hard to tell myself

In MemoriamAfter: I set on the walk to home,
By woodland paths; I paced, I paced
But then as the cloak of dark came down,
I nearing my old town- was not braced
For that image of moths, flickering blue-
I stumbled there; reminded of you.

So I spun on my heels in evening gloam,
By autumn leaves I raced, I raced
Away from the moments that rendered in silver,
Cast glamour on the forest face
And stabbed through the shimmer of early dew-
I could have died there, surrounded by you.

KissYou don't need to put your hair up
To show you wear a crown
You don't need to paint your face up
To make my walls fall down
You don't need a Wonderbra
To let your sexy shine
You don't need gold or diamonds
To tell the world you're fine
You don't need designer clothes
To prove that you have class
You don't need to know Houdini
To make the magic last

All you need is your sweet love
To be the woman I dream of.

His Never-Wed BrideBriskly comes the bloody winter wind’s vent
Gray dusk looms over my shattered homestead
The crow’s caw makes known the warrior’s descent
Across the dying pasture, misted red

Glory, comes now my once sweetly adored!
Fighting brothers with valiant reluctance
His tender eyes shut, his breathing no more
His body lies stone-cold with stiffened stance

How well he fought for his country and lass
Like Prince Paris, fighting for what he claimed
Now laid ready for a still, somber mass
His face in my conscience forever famed

Gone is the restful warmth of his skin
Gone is the honey-like voice from his tongue
Yet, here he lays

Thine eyes, at night, reply
   with glimpses, torrents and throes;
   batting lashes as phoenix ashes,
   skips of stone on open shores.

Wax to wane to bend friendly,
may this season be neverending:
rain drops on top,
wholesome sun on sole,
frosted futures,
the non-stop motion of blossoms.

Thine eyes, at times, defy
all psychic laws,
some physical, too;
there's whimsy, lipstick, demure posture -
one is lost in you.

   The trickle that tickles the seed
   is budding infinitely;
   deafening, blinding, enlightening –

Cloud in a Bottle 1Cloud in a Bottle 1

How is it your voice is a canyon which cuts
where you did not even speak, opening the rivers
of my lungs so they could cataract, could rage with breath
you breathed? That the rock swells of your ribs, washed
round and floating, met then barred the way with mine
so that my heart, turned to tides, could not slip by,
and beat against the walls, unanswered, ‘til it drowned?

And that I still don’t hate you, even now?

There’s all this nonsense of lips and bubbles, that’s fine;
still refuse drifts in one direction all the same, refusing—
shored up maybe by some reassuring echoes still unsung&mdas

Hate me for loving you

I'm sorry I fell in love with you
For causing pain is the best thing I do
I should have left when love came around
But I found it's rarity too profound

I thought I could love and leave things be
But I can't so here's my plea
I'm sorry I let some feelings get in the way
But I fell in love so what else can I say

I wish I could turn back the hands of time
So I could stop this ongoing crime
Now I'm left wishing for a fresh start
Because it hurts to have a broken heart

Love screws up how and what you think
And causes mood swings as often as you blink
I won't allow myself to sit here and wait
For true love to turn to hate

There's so

Space-FarerShe cried from her high window sill
Up in her tower room.
Where is it love, you hide from me,
Upon that barren moon?

A vow, before you took your leave
You would return, and soon
But what has come of my cosmonaut
High upon the moon?

Far above, he directs his gaze to Earth
Wishing, wasting on the dunes
Haunted by the thought of his true love
Somewhere beneath the moon

My comrades rest beneath the sun
To dust their bodies hewn
And I languish for my lover fair
Trapped on this desert moon

My ship lies wrecked on Rümker’s Ridge
In dust its guts are strewn
It will never leave the blasted rocks
And vales of the barren moo

Love isn't the words "I love you,"
Said over and over again,
It isnt demanding and wantful,
It souldnt cause me pain,
Love may be being close,
But not just close in bed,
Its close through understanding,
What is and isn't said,
Love would never abandon me,
When I need it by my side,
Love should always know,
What I'm feeling deep inside,
Love isn't a part of my body,
It lies in my heart and soul,
Love should always be the thing,
Than makes my life feel whole...

Look Into My Eyes...

Look into my eyes
And tell me what I want to hear
Tell me pretty lies
Tell me I have nothing to fear

Look into my eyes
And tell me it isn't true
Tell me that you need me
As much as I need you

Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Tell me pretty lies
Tell me they're not empty

Look into my eyes
And tell me we're okay
Tell me you have nothing to hide
And that you love me more each day

Look into my eyes
And tell me there's no other
Tell me pretty lies
Tell me that you don't love her

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Wishing BluesIf wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If I had a horse, babe, I would ride by your side.

There are seven kinds of wishes, I have studied them all.
Some run away like a wild thing, and some come when you call.

There's a hot air balloon floating over the town.
I wonder where it's going and when it will come down.

I see them paving the road that the winter broke up.
They do it every summer but it never seems good enough.

There are people in glass houses whose hearts are out on loan.
They have lawyers write opinions before they throw a stone.

Let's go to the city, babe, and watch a Shakespeare play.
We both have things to do

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Love Lines

by *RichardLeach, Dec 28, 2012, 5:08:12 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Traditional Fixed Forms

I love you, baby, like a train loves a track.
You take me where I'm going, then you bring me back.

I love you, baby, like a flower loves a bee.
I know you can sting but you seldom sting me.

I love you, baby, like an actor loves a role.
You tell me what to do and I still feel control.

I love you, baby, like the winter loves the spring.
Until you melt the ice, I don't feel a thing.

I love you, baby, like a window loves a view.
I like the way you want me to want to look at you.

I love you, baby, like the blues love a song.
Got to sing soft or loud in a world that's gone wrong.

I love you, baby, like a story loves a book.
If there is a last page, I don't want to look.

I love you, baby, like a needle loves thread.
We did some fine sewing on the day we were wed.

I love you, baby, like a sand grain loves a pearl.
I love you, baby, like a boy loves a girl.

Love Linesby *RichardLeach

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2012-2013 *RichardLeach

To Beverly with love on our 38^th wedding anniversary, December 28, 2012.

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~wrzosowata-Iro Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I love you both in these photos! Congratulations!

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*RichardLeach Feb 13, 2013 Professional Traditional Artist

Thank you!

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~TeresaClark Feb 3, 2013 Professional General Artist

A bit late but contratulations to both of you! you are indeed lucky

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*RichardLeach Feb 3, 2013 Professional Traditional Artist

We are indeed, thank you very much!

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*Markus43 Jan 28, 2013

Man I love this!

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*RichardLeach Jan 28, 2013 Professional Traditional Artist

Hey Mark! Thank you!

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~ebbing-gale Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

wow, so nice!

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*RichardLeach Jan 15, 2013 Professional Traditional Artist

thank you!

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*djailledie Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Congrats! You two age well!

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*RichardLeach Jan 15, 2013 Professional Traditional Artist

Thanks from both of us, JD!

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