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Everything A Man Should Be

by

Susan Crowe

Like quietness of a gentle wind
His beauty whispers from within
And wakes the soul with sweetened kiss
Then beckons heart to dance in bliss

His music is a timeless song
Filled with notes of passion strong
That bids the spirit rise and soar
To places never been before

His heritage an anchor strong
Sustaining him his whole life long
Etched in courage, scrolled in time
Traditions birthed by dreams sublime

Possessing power, strength, and might
He's clothed in majesty and light
His love is my reality
Of everything a man should be.


Our Love

by

Susan Crowe

As silver as the moon above
Most precious are our years of love
A love that's deep as ocean's depth
As dear as treasures sweetly kept

Our love doth span the sea and sky
And beckons sun to shine on high
Whilst morning cites her poetry
Before us bowed on bended knee

Our love is as the lily grows
As priceless gift of budding rose
As beauty's essence flowing free
And fulfilled dreams of destiny

I love thee, Dear, as night stars rise
Much more than life itself surmised
I married my best friend, 'tis true
God lights my universe with you!

Gifts Of Love

by

Susan Crowe

On this our wedding day, I bring to my Belov'd:
The warmth of summer's sun, the moon and stars above

The morning and the noon, a sunset veiled in gold
A treasure chest of dreams, blest memories to hold

The laughter of a brook, a vintage ripe to eat
The perfume of a rose... I lay before thy feet

To woo thy heart with song--the ballad of a dove
Above our pillowed slumber to rhymes of cherished love

In vows taken reverently and sealed with Heaven's kiss
We're destined to foreverness of matrimony's bliss.

Miss Lily White

by

Susan Crowe

Dancing on the dewy green
Bared in early, pastel light
A pair of slender, stalky legs
Belongs to one, Miss Lily White

A Summer Belle who fancies play
Twirls and swirls to dance of dawn
In flouncy-petaled petticoats
Her bonnet on and corset drawn

She fans the earth and flirts with morn
Giving gift of bouquet fair
In blossoms full of silken drops
Dipped in nectar's scent most rare

This prissy, little Lily-Cup
With pouty lips and smudge of blush
Holds grandeur of such loveliness
That sends my heart off in a rush

Such picture-perfect darlingness
Of twilight's cast on velveteen
"I Do Declare, Miss Lily White
..Sweetest flow'r I've ever seen!"


Where The Lily Feeds

by

Susan Crowe

"My Beloved is mine, and I am His;
He feedeth among the lilies."
-Song of Solomon 2:16

O, fain would I dwell where the Lily feeds!
Where Solomon's field is astir with her seeds
Where no wingéd-creature nor trace of ill-weed
Dare rob of her splendour or cast her in need.

O, fain would I dwell where the Crowned Lily feeds!
For her courtyards resound with the piping of reeds
Yea, robed as a queen in the dance she doth lead
And in lyrical praise bids all a Godspeed.

O, fain would I dwell where my Lily feeds!
For her buds of passion are as dew-drops that bleed
Like an ointment poured forth on a spirit uneased
Like the mark her soul leaves on a heart she hath pleased.

"And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin, and yet I say unto you that even Solomon, in all his glory, was not arrayed like one of these." -Matthew 28-29

Our Song of Songs

by

Susan Crowe

Arise my love and come away
For, lo, the winter is past
The rain is over and gone
And spring is upon us at last

The fig tree beareth green figs
And the vine her berry most red
Even as earth hath her seasons
So ours be the season to wed

The winds are astir with fragrance
Of flowers in sweet nature's keep
And mountains drop us down new wine
From vineyards that no longer sleep

But our love's fairer than the rose
And our kisses sweeter than wine
May this our Song of Songs today..
Chime on forever in time.

Inspired by Solomon's Song

Fairest of Women

by

Susan Crowe

Who is she who shineth forth
And lights the corners of the north
While to the ends of the whole earth
Is heard her laughter and her mirth?

Who is she who steals the night
Clad in negligee of light
Whose tides come in to play most sweet
And cast their treasures at her feet?

Tis she, who dwells among the stars
Commanding beauty from afar
Like a pearl strung in the sky
On a necklace dangling high

.Tis thee, Fair Moon, whom I imply!

Fellow Poets

by

Susan Crowe

The brightest Stars twinkling on high
Who never tarnish with age or time,
Like shimmering charms hung in the sky,
Are fellow poets of verse and rhyme.

Their fluent pens like feathered plumes,
Dipped in gold from earth’s inkwell,
Spill forth magic of love and gloom
On Heaven’s brow and clouds that swell.

From ocean’s breast to heaven’s crests,
Where Poetry hath her fill,
Each flowing work of art attests
The splendor of their dreams at will.

Of languid and sequestered ease,
So their speech like sunrise mist,
Like singing lutes on sunset seas
O’er waves of gold and amethyst.

O, Constellation of mast stars,
Forever know thy throne no end
Of literary notes and bars,
My stellar comrades, fellowmen!

Fellow Poets

by

Susan Crowe


The brightest Stars twinkling on high
Who never tarnish with age or time,
Like shimmering charms hung in the sky,
Are fellow poets of verse and rhyme.

Their fluent pens like feathered plumes,
Dipped in gold from earth’s inkwell,
Spill forth magic of love and gloom
On Heaven’s brow and clouds that swell.

From ocean’s breast to heaven’s crests,
Where Poetry hath her fill,
Each flowing work of art attests
The splendor of their dreams at will.

Of languid and sequestered ease,
So their speech like sunrise mist,
Like singing lutes on sunset seas
O’er waves of gold and amethyst.

O, Constellation of mast stars,
Forever know thy throne no end
Of literary notes and bars,
My stellar comrades, fellowmen!

Bella Donna

by

Susan Crowe

Like wristlets worn on ancient arms,
She wears Old World with subtle charm,
The Bella Donna, if you will,
In Gothic gown and strappy heels.

She strolls most grand at eventide,
As if a lord were by her side
Where stolen glances turn ablaze,
Exploding soft in diamond haze.

Called...devil's maid, a witch's brew,
The black widow who's after you...
Could Lady Bella have less charm
Than to pose another's harm?

Why mark her with such ill disdain?
Doth poison dwell within her veins
When fruit plucked from her tender vines
Consummates in sweetest wine?

Does beauty come without its thorns?
Doth loveliness appear unscorned?
Away from her! Let Bella bloom
With night's bitter-sweet perfume!