The Dance

Friends earned over many a year
Lend a kind ear
Never to rest
Give it your best

Take your dear lover in your arms
Stop all that harms
At your heart tugs
Most tender hugs

Take a partner beckon their call
Equal in all
A calming cove
Grow old in love

Be it lover, friend or your wife
What is a life?
Ask in advance
Without the Dance?

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Measured Sting

Meter, rule, Catholic Nightmare
Speak if you dare
Nuns dressed in Black
School days flashback

Painful memories, now chuckle
Hit on knuckle
Made to write lines
Paying book fines

Negative prompts to guide young souls
Like water bowls
All accepting
Even the sting

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Read It Already

Enter the world of used books old
Scent of dry mold
Worn, bent pages
Of the Ages

Experience other's passion
Love and fashion
Their thoughts alive
And goals to strive

Going down loosely stacked books tall
Try, read them all
Grabbing four, five
Yet, more arrive

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What's in..

Will these go down in History?
Never you worry
Old yet still young
Tip of the tongue

Nicknames, Nom De Plumes good to go
Snarf Green Jello
Cattle goddess
Given address

Can you tell a name delicious
Syalicious
Fernando Black
Names never lack

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Goal

Pain starts when you pull away
Wish you would stay
Won't make your mind
Your heart will find

I await the night you return
This day I yearn
Sow your wild oats
Shed winter coats

Passion is a temporary fix
Part of the mix
Never the whole
Love is the goal

~Fred Fairchild~