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Romance That Touches The Heart

by

B. E. Whitehorn

Romance....
that touches a heart,
Faces....
sometimes remembered,

Sometime forgotten...
The warmth....

revealed in those eyes
celebrated by the lonliness...

of the night,
Yet....

consolations meet in the shadows
where some meet those sighs
where a revelation
touches a new love,
And the emptiness
that was
matters not now.

I listen to song of the coyotes at night

by

B. E. Whitehorn

I listen to song of the coyotes at night

those whispers of wisdom that flow through the soul
I am taken by the beauty

I have no control
sweet serenades touch deep within

passionate in dreams which call evermore
my feet are calloused

I walk through the forests of pure tranquility
I wish vaguely

yet hope so brightly
I bow beneath the violet sky
and give thanks for the earthly splendor before me

spirits sing

calling my heart
those simple images
that reign from time to time

prayers are met
and somehow the morning sunrise

welcomes a new day
and tomorrow night
begins another song.

By: Night Bloom Flower & B.E. Whitehorn

Reaching Mysteries

by

B. E. Whitehorn

Reaching for

your arms

your lips

the nape of your neck
kissing every inch that I can

promises made

within the depth of your eyes
souls found

within the rhythm of love

where within a heartbeat

I find your smile

knowing our need
in great as it's ever been

yet still finding

those sweet mysteries

that remain.

Will I ever find them all?
I hope not.

Because then

the games that we play

will remain fresh

as the first day we met.

To Touch

by

B. E. Whitehorn

To touch

within those eyes

where memories rise within the night

left in the warmth
of your arms

where romance

finds that sweet fragrance

precious
in eternity

aching within the heart

gentle as a spring morning

yet in the yearning

dreams are found

somehow

we found the moments

that mattered most

spent

in knowing words

where we remember

subtle echoes

and wishes

forever found.

Don't Give up

by

B. E. Whitehorn

some say...

I don't have the time

to listen
some say...

I don't have the time

well find the time
some say...

it's fine

you know it isn't
some say...

I need a hug

here's one

yes we all have those days when days have gone black
yet remember my friend
just when you need it most
my friendship is there for you

could it be that some are blind to what's around them?

I'm looking beyond the shadows
touching your soul
reaching into those places where pain is held
and brighten your day
I'll find those smiles that are hidden
hold you close when you need it most
and remember...

I'm there for you

some days you find

that things hurt
some days you find

you can't hold back the tears
some days you find

I just to give up

but I won't let you
no matter how the blues grip you
somehow I'll make you smile
and hold you close
just when you've thought

I've forgotten you

murder by the blue Moon

by

B. E. Whitehorn

tonight there is a blue moon

as those shadows rise
crimson tears fill the air

that sweet smell of death lingers
and the smile of the reaper widens as the anticipation
of those victims await in time

murder in the back alleys found by a psychopath

as a rampage begins
who will it be?

screams are heard
but pity is not found! that sweet anticipation of the hunt continues
as one feeds off the adrenalin

found by fear
Run!
as quickly as you can!

because you will surely die!
a smile gleams off the predator's face

yesssss..
I can see you!

but can you see me?
once again screams are heard in the darkness
as those shadows show that new victim.
but the killer has not been satisfied
so the hunt continues

who will it be next?

a wish (for Abigail)

by

B. E. Whitehorn

A little boy
wanting something
because he knows that he won't be here long...

Mommy when I am gone
Look to the sky
I'll be the brightest star around
looking after you and the rest of the family
So when you feel alone
know this
I am here
even in spirit
I do love you

He says this with the largest smile on his face
reaches to comfort his mother
and wipes the tears from her eyes

Remember this mommy
I go to be with the heavenly family
and will be welcomed with open arms.

But my love will never die

So look at that star and you will see my smiling face
only wanting the best for you.
It's there you'll find me.
Also remember this,
I'll always be apart of your heart
and your love will remain a part of me.

Taking Chances

by

B. E. Whitehorn

reasons found

though I don't know why
my mind races

into those places

in a complete different plane
celebrated within life

where one has to reach out and grab it
otherwise you get left behind

never mind the consequences
only the results matter

because if you're afraid

it will eat you alive
so close your eyes
and dive right in.
Go for it!
take that chance
because it will not happen again.
take the dangerous path.
for what is life
without a little risk?

My New Friend

by

B. E. Whitehorn

He is my new friend
all paws and fur
I hear his meows early in the morning
while he pounces away the morning light
he delights in his joy
as he finds every nook and cranny that he can
he looks at me with purrs as he enjoys my company
sometimes when I'm petting him he nibbles on my fingers-
only wonder knows what he's thinking
but I do know this
he will always be my new friend.

because I was once that child

by

B. E. Whitehorn

the world says be strong

but in the eyes of child

with fear in their eyes

when cruelty overwhelms

they wonder simply...
how?

yet some say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger

but take a step in those shoes

read what that they see

feel what they do

until you do

can you really understand?

why can't some simply show a little compassion
for those that are simply afraid?

Is it that hard?

yes...
in this world of reality
there are things that must be dealt with

but don't we also need understanding?

here i am shaking my head
wanting to hold them safe
why?

because I was once that child.

As The winds Blow

by

B. E. Whitehorn

As the winds blows

melodies fall in those rhythms

syncopated...

a bit...

at a time....

where the sounds arrive

in circles

disguised in the clouds

uninvited,

Touching those glimpses

seen only

in the sky,

Dreaming in the first...

syllables of the night,

Mid-time rising forever

within the star,

Pillowed by the shining of a moon,

Appearing like a smile

interconnected

within a blink of an eye

honest in the soul of a heart.

Howling In The Wind

by

B. E. Whitehorn

tears fall over the edge

silent
reaching in the echoes

wondering a simple why
confusion overwhelms

past the chaos
as it smiles in the shadows

leaving one empty
misguided & unloved
thoughts found unclear

as the hollowness reaches DEEP within
mired in the past where

ghosts scream in the distance
becoming all too clear

never letting the pain overwhelm
that rears like a raging wolf
howling in the wind.

With New Eyes

by

B. E. Whitehorn

Have we been so blind in our ambition
that we can't see?
Everyone see's strength through power
yet refuses to see the corruption behind the scenes.
And why?
I laugh...
because some see me as a zealot
because of the passion that I have
and I'm not afraid to say what I believe.
People like Bill Clinton, Reagan & George Bush get a pat on the back
for what they do for their country
yet forget the lies they use to get where they are.
and I cringe...
because other countries blame
me & my kind for the corruption
that my politicians do.
It's not a wonder that we Americans are not trusted.
But you out there!
Can you really say that are any better?
Take a real look at your own politicians.
Do they hold truth & honesty
without getting caught in the game?
Think about it!
Then come to me & see with new eyes.

There Is A Time

by

B. E. Whitehorn

I'm all grownup.

Everyone is counting on me.
There is no make believe.

Why should I?
I have to keep a stiff upper lip.
No time for tears.

How many times have you heard this?

No time for games & imagination.
They have no place within this world.

Sad isn't it?

Within this world of pain
with all of it's reality.
Some can't see with their heart
some can't see like a child

with no expectations

no prejudicial views.

Some laugh at me,
tell me that I don't take life seriously.
yet there is a time
that one says the heck with it.
I'm gonna back that laughter that I need
irregardless of what others may think
and follow the beat of my heart.

The Little Things

by

B. E. Whitehorn

I see that you have a good life.

Here you are
finding those ways to touch hearts.

How?
By example from your own life.

Maybe you can't see it.
But the results still happen.

Everyday people see you smile
and that brightens someone's day.

Funny...
how little things really matter

even though we don't pay attention to them.
Maybe that's the way it should be.
Too much negativity within life as it is.
But if you think about it.
It's up to us to change things.
Because if we don't

who will?
I know..
how can I?
I'm just one person.

By the little things in life.

A smile to your neighbor.

An act of kindness

when it's not expected.
Think about it
and see the results that you find.

Ravyn's Song

by

B. E. Whitehorn

Ravyn
I hear you so clear
feel thy pain
yet know that you sing a song
where others should listen to
your strength reaches into hearts
beyond your days
funny how words
affect one's spirit
yet even through your shattered & battered
journey
still continue on
you speak for others
even if you don't realise it
in a place that needs to be told
if I could hold you
dry your tears
believe me I would
I see your fears
within these pages
may you find peace
within the next world
or in someplace where we can know each other.