<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900</id><updated>2011-12-10T13:50:56.093-08:00</updated><category term='Love Poem (Sestet) by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='100+ Lines Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Septolet by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Love Sonnet by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Abstract Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Confusing Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Prayer Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Baby Love by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Haiku 5-7-5 by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Tribute Villanelle by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Love Poem (Rictameter) by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Painful Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='Tribute by Laverne Pacquire'/><category term='I Love Nature by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Love Pages</title><subtitle type='html'>Anonymous Love Dedications</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3046124951171452482</id><published>2011-12-10T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:50:56.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Attraction Such as Notes</title><content type='html'>Radiant, saw but didn't notice the break on ice;&lt;br /&gt;Moral, but the stars in tears in saturn light; &lt;br /&gt;Imagine, had a face of desert which didn't escape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I could sweep it from a heard to its corner;&lt;br /&gt;Lock in the sands look - full of its intraceable touch Murder;&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto the light of now, the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, by knowledge directly, have that isn't rushed;&lt;br /&gt;Hands be a book in the resistant, a shortest cut; &lt;br /&gt;Hot, before the all is the draft of the busiest dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Taken, in a dash a transition intrusion into;&lt;br /&gt;A modesty of disappear so pressed into, &lt;br /&gt;Calling to the halo paint to the italic moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telling tall days, the trust that&lt;br /&gt;Is wanting -  gets told;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has none become pleasing never blessed or old.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;copyright 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3046124951171452482?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3046124951171452482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3046124951171452482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/pictures-such-as-notes.html' title='Attraction Such as Notes'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5883204202133962275</id><published>2011-12-09T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:23:23.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Small Filled Now</title><content type='html'>Her tortured eye, her skinning song;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I touched her - a day, most special - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my stopping memory - &lt;br /&gt;She thanked me with her tears, outside of me- &lt;br /&gt;Lonely, because alone, was so crazy in love with she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5883204202133962275?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5883204202133962275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5883204202133962275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/small-filled-now.html' title='Small Filled Now'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2192373291298884342</id><published>2011-12-09T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:22:05.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Folded Music</title><content type='html'>I copy  - her across my shadow;&lt;br /&gt;Love mouths words silently in bitter eyes sweet;&lt;br /&gt;From it the purple uncovers or;&lt;br /&gt;Covers rain, I myself in perpetual snow fire concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love is my love in eternal pain;&lt;br /&gt;A flower in the blood of our minds, letter lovely signs;&lt;br /&gt;I let her go and her smile saddens;&lt;br /&gt;Along , long pacing flow, love hurt-broken, time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2192373291298884342?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2192373291298884342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2192373291298884342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2011/12/folded-music.html' title='Folded Music'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8848560628462957394</id><published>2011-11-12T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:01:42.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Nature by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>drizzle</title><content type='html'>Maybe your heart sprinkled into my lonely;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding the sky to the ceiling;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling my shadow into your melting;&lt;br /&gt;Our dances not songs, lips and starry cold bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8848560628462957394?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8848560628462957394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8848560628462957394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/drizzle.html' title='drizzle'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8700961930358707891</id><published>2011-11-12T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:00:29.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Nature by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I would steal from each catch of the rain;&lt;br /&gt;As only devils could spring from the flowers;&lt;br /&gt;Not even heaven would ride my chest;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing dreams, cry less quiet, not quitting to the softness of&lt;br /&gt;my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8700961930358707891?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8700961930358707891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8700961930358707891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2011/11/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4076872633137177539</id><published>2011-07-04T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:38:12.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Inspired by Amy (Stung by Breath and White Buttons)</title><content type='html'>Late clothes stay up&lt;br /&gt;Lakes on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;A memory  scarf&lt;br /&gt;My swimsuit,  a pie of tidal pools&lt;br /&gt;My diary, till 2´o clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I love her and tell her&lt;br /&gt;I often see her as a present for a friend&lt;br /&gt;I like her pens and her apple pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Her fruit shoes &lt;br /&gt;And her sneakers&lt;br /&gt;About 60 feet stickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her room, the fall of all her skirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes everything different&lt;br /&gt;Letting me and other people&lt;br /&gt;Put everything on her walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4076872633137177539?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4076872633137177539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4076872633137177539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspired-by-amy-stung-by-breath-and.html' title='Inspired by Amy (Stung by Breath and White Buttons)'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4898494960722907122</id><published>2010-12-16T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:06:22.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>White Melon Gorgeous Pearls</title><content type='html'>white melon gorgeous pearls, sapphire sun&lt;br /&gt;mystery riding sheets white eyes are caressing open&lt;br /&gt;water and the sand not able wet seeds and red water&lt;br /&gt;the sun feels baby sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blouse, cream tea, breasts&lt;br /&gt;a scarf on blossoms and knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white melon gorgeous pearls, ever trees silk, seas&lt;br /&gt;fool of stars, an inward trail of stars in touching cream&lt;br /&gt;those eyes, breathing, stretching and splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white melon gorgeous, a feverish caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4898494960722907122?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4898494960722907122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4898494960722907122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-melon-gorgeous-pearls.html' title='White Melon Gorgeous Pearls'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-1254860953255003464</id><published>2010-12-16T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:56:22.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painful Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Yellow Ivy</title><content type='html'>her hands took her color&lt;br /&gt;from the sunrise with each take&lt;br /&gt;into paintbrushes and oil, yellow sound gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the red crumbles a court and hidden talent&lt;br /&gt;a picture painted heart&lt;br /&gt;shadows where she stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging canvas&lt;br /&gt;chains and whirls of veins in violets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwellers,&lt;br /&gt;oil lamps and shades&lt;br /&gt;to them a tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinks her down in one breath&lt;br /&gt;a sunset,closing in on her like climbing ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-1254860953255003464?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1254860953255003464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1254860953255003464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/12/yellow-ivy.html' title='Yellow Ivy'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3554504897167542067</id><published>2010-12-13T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:24:44.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>To:  Edgar A. Poe (The Sea)</title><content type='html'>I want to make love&lt;br /&gt;to day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels who a body built bearing bare &lt;br /&gt;feels my stray&lt;br /&gt;heart of time, I thought&lt;br /&gt;though it took its time to live tonight&lt;br /&gt;still the beauty stir and a single beat my heart forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the world away has tired – living hours faraway&lt;br /&gt;my heart has changed its course to finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heart can extinguish - &lt;br /&gt;no sweeter &lt;br /&gt;the sea, the&lt;br /&gt;less sweetness of things&lt;br /&gt;the fluttering furtives of foliage &lt;br /&gt;orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the wines of the &lt;br /&gt;wings, the sepia of the Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild, all ashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3554504897167542067?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3554504897167542067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3554504897167542067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-edgar-poe-sea.html' title='To:  Edgar A. Poe (The Sea)'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4653132699246900899</id><published>2010-11-12T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:06:42.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>To: C</title><content type='html'>I married  a sunset but it broke up with me-  &lt;br /&gt;Through sunsets, many sunsets-&lt;br /&gt;I have caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With bare hands and copper pots-&lt;br /&gt;Orange stars and freckles;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers and no stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun exists, now leaps-&lt;br /&gt;Silent, sound for ears,&lt;br /&gt;A single heartleaf, a secretary to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things that blow and go by -&lt;br /&gt;A desert, sun oil, and red lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4653132699246900899?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4653132699246900899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4653132699246900899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-c.html' title='To: C'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5804188191477498622</id><published>2010-10-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:55:24.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>sands of sediment</title><content type='html'>There is a glance in her eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Where my heart had been long ago;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where curious eyes would only know;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we pass each other in the daylight;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the sun would shine on us on more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hands holding lost causes, where no creature talks;&lt;br /&gt;This sanctuary where we made our connection long ago;&lt;br /&gt;The tale of life trailing behind us  - all blue tinted snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sparks flair with flames in justification – red and furious;&lt;br /&gt;Melts in urging hands - our hearts scattered over everything mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes alive between the universe;&lt;br /&gt;How we discover the love we let go;&lt;br /&gt;Will our smiles solve that mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look -&lt;br /&gt;Lays those passions in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Under, the many, many stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5804188191477498622?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5804188191477498622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5804188191477498622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/10/sands-of-sediment.html' title='sands of sediment'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5594919279147561951</id><published>2010-10-15T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:11:15.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>rain to urge</title><content type='html'>my name is rain, heavy please&lt;br /&gt;a garden, a sister river flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a crush&lt;br /&gt;raining falls of drops&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;one drop – a few of them &lt;br /&gt;fall&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;br /&gt;rolling down&lt;br /&gt;necks and loud&lt;br /&gt;softly about&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;uneasy&lt;br /&gt;a few occasional bits of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain –&lt;br /&gt;an opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5594919279147561951?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5594919279147561951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5594919279147561951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/10/rain-to-urge.html' title='rain to urge'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2869802828496160018</id><published>2010-08-14T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:29:07.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Sonnet by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Night Loving, A Silent Thought</title><content type='html'>I am a sculptor and painter of love and stars&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control the fire that flows through my heart&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to love you in the Paradise of Fire&lt;br /&gt;I want to open heaven alive with my eyes to forget and transpire&lt;br /&gt;Each day I remember that I need you like a promise&lt;br /&gt;You are never gone so show me your strength, come honest&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to forget you  - when I am sleeping on my pillow tonight&lt;br /&gt;You’re the other half of my heart that I need - a gentle blooming willow white&lt;br /&gt;I have cried on many shoulders like kindness becoming weak&lt;br /&gt; This is the first night of falling into these words,  a pure and gratifying peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One touch of your face – I love you, the earth, the ground - I cannot move&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you deliciously, as tears start to fall – a blue night as summer calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2869802828496160018?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2869802828496160018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2869802828496160018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/08/night-loving-silent-thought.html' title='Night Loving, A Silent Thought'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-105789256482504273</id><published>2010-08-05T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:26:32.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>a small beautiful</title><content type='html'>I try not to lean on you&lt;br /&gt;I try not to watch for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your back is against my back&lt;br /&gt;into a fog that is moaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumps are said already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind  &lt;br /&gt;to skin over sigh&lt;br /&gt;over mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is beating so fast&lt;br /&gt;The pacific and atlantic ocean are becoming one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I speak in seasons&lt;br /&gt;our direction moves with paper blue arms&lt;br /&gt;our eyes becoming cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people, we sip thirsty&lt;br /&gt;cool and dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-105789256482504273?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/105789256482504273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/105789256482504273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/08/small-beautiful.html' title='a small beautiful'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5638351116118908383</id><published>2010-08-05T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:24:16.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>a memory</title><content type='html'>I made a memory &lt;br /&gt;naturally – it wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a piece of whisper&lt;br /&gt;as warm and comforting&lt;br /&gt;as thoughts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one jump awake &lt;br /&gt;it follows me&lt;br /&gt;like night slides &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;heaven’s touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5638351116118908383?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5638351116118908383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5638351116118908383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/08/memory.html' title='a memory'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6288623658123914521</id><published>2010-08-05T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:22:34.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Crave</title><content type='html'>You captivated me, early morning&lt;br /&gt;Skin taunting moving fuel&lt;br /&gt;I crave you like the sounds of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6288623658123914521?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6288623658123914521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6288623658123914521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/08/crave.html' title='Crave'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3293715015845454049</id><published>2010-07-25T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:32:46.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>chocolate wish</title><content type='html'>If chocolate made me stronger, sin and sex implied;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, with pleasure, when you look into my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Wiping brave less from my chest beating with wanting love;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in these day of chocolate and roses, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If chocolate be a metaphor for divine;&lt;br /&gt;Be it a question of love, will you be mine;&lt;br /&gt;Is love a cannon spitting chocolate out;&lt;br /&gt;My love, needs to be tepid and warm enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If chocolate made me stronger, sin and sex implied;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, with pleasure, just look into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3293715015845454049?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3293715015845454049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3293715015845454049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate-wish.html' title='chocolate wish'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6802610830547148690</id><published>2010-07-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:23:06.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>White Virgin Foliage</title><content type='html'>her eyes&lt;br /&gt;hold the white doves of a virgin&lt;br /&gt;before she sleeps she brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white hues to ears&lt;br /&gt;white kindness, roses sing  - &lt;br /&gt;nights blooming east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes&lt;br /&gt;leaf tones - scented silk &lt;br /&gt;of love, come rain -  after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6802610830547148690?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6802610830547148690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6802610830547148690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/07/white-virgin-foliage.html' title='White Virgin Foliage'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6447811200360665827</id><published>2010-07-01T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:09:13.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>A Wife</title><content type='html'>She  - a heart to heart: a wife&lt;br /&gt;Where the price an orchid, she smiles&lt;br /&gt;Between mouth and vapor, she lets me crumble in her hands&lt;br /&gt;The heart probes, the wife, she waits young and able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  - our laugh,  a country house&lt;br /&gt;A kitchen full of fruit and vegetables, a mouse&lt;br /&gt;Green of words in life and lush, is it fair&lt;br /&gt;The life  - our hearts so glad -  whenever, everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6447811200360665827?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6447811200360665827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6447811200360665827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/07/wife.html' title='A Wife'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3839439726817403582</id><published>2010-07-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:45:23.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>...my last  goodbye</title><content type='html'>if i had blues,&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself what for&lt;br /&gt;lovin u made me crash and burn to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had one goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself to stop&lt;br /&gt;lovin u is gone with yesterday forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if washin floors is all i had&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself to never cry&lt;br /&gt;lovin u is different this is my last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3839439726817403582?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3839439726817403582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3839439726817403582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-last-goodbye.html' title='...my last  goodbye'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4068317570023112261</id><published>2010-06-30T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:14:37.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>with and spring</title><content type='html'>sky&lt;br /&gt;inside, time&lt;br /&gt;good view, roses&lt;br /&gt;outside my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humming the sun&lt;br /&gt;mine it sings,  sun to hungry&lt;br /&gt;a song joined, wings&lt;br /&gt;it separates into, sun to true  - turning soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4068317570023112261?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4068317570023112261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4068317570023112261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/with-and-spring.html' title='with and spring'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3874310860896210546</id><published>2010-06-18T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:31:13.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>human pillow</title><content type='html'>sleep produces loneliness here, &lt;br /&gt;and I’m left dreaming, in the deepest parts of your attention, &lt;br /&gt;it’s the only way two people are genuine, &lt;br /&gt;the message of sleep is giving - way, needing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3874310860896210546?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3874310860896210546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3874310860896210546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/human-pillow.html' title='human pillow'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5292405606424007390</id><published>2010-06-18T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:29:50.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>I got mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>The wildest hammer and nail, &lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy and a bit overwhelming, I accept,  its blood stuff (experimental); &lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I hold you bright but you're pretty insignificant; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed in a blender of whiskey, sick weeping ice; &lt;br /&gt;An unnecessarily, difficult poem chases the liquor to the end of my closing lines; &lt;br /&gt;I’m sure your surrounded by your Casablanca; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something different.  I choose to forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5292405606424007390?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5292405606424007390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5292405606424007390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-mixed-feelings.html' title='I got mixed feelings'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5139987658447932486</id><published>2010-06-18T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:29:01.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>no thoughts and breast</title><content type='html'>I have demons slaying, my agony &lt;br /&gt;My dreams are an elastic clothed skin &lt;br /&gt;My absolute runs with the she  - a formation kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By day a star in formation cuts like a razor &lt;br /&gt;By night a moon with plunging orgasm argument &lt;br /&gt;Though my organs  creep to titillation forward in a strong jacket &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going blind &lt;br /&gt;Bringing desert hot sand &lt;br /&gt;The roots of nobody human blowing miles away each night - &lt;br /&gt;its hot and it doesn't matter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept the nobody’s intervention &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the trees have not seen &lt;br /&gt;My rain  in unholy and unholding sweep &lt;br /&gt;Though it is dry my wounds become wet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of it and its mood, the moon and its deadly talk &lt;br /&gt;Pacing and beatin up &lt;br /&gt;To the freeze and unfreeze of confusion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mistakes going cold and grabbing &lt;br /&gt;I feel the ice of diamonds  - drinking reckless so strapped to my coldness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5139987658447932486?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5139987658447932486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5139987658447932486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-thoughts-and-breast.html' title='no thoughts and breast'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-1849525123296218714</id><published>2010-06-18T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:28:02.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>unoccupied place</title><content type='html'>last night, we suited each other down to the edges, &lt;br /&gt;we stopped worrying about the lock doors, &lt;br /&gt;every moon was sure to unlock the sun, &lt;br /&gt;loving, an endless, timeless shadow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as the moon opened its mouth; &lt;br /&gt;each rounded night, it cried - &lt;br /&gt;slowly, our parts, raced in delay - &lt;br /&gt;we -  on this one night, lived through it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-1849525123296218714?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1849525123296218714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1849525123296218714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/unoccupied-place.html' title='unoccupied place'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7691368653127832484</id><published>2010-06-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:26:16.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>heart races</title><content type='html'>if - i see you-  close to me - &lt;br /&gt;where your beauty doesn’t mind and waits - &lt;br /&gt;there is something that rearrages my words with infinity - &lt;br /&gt;i wish my energy would keep like the hanging of evolution - &lt;br /&gt;(it gets difficult) and i start to fly – and i struggle &lt;br /&gt;soft , anytime &lt;br /&gt;your eyes are in my soul &lt;br /&gt;hiding and blinking in that place &lt;br /&gt;---bleeds down faded—walls --faster, breathing beauty &lt;br /&gt;---- soul -  wanting and breathing &lt;br /&gt;and ----going faster, body &lt;br /&gt;maybe ----- holding the fillers in my head &lt;br /&gt;everytime I reach you, I can touch you – wet eye shoots ---circling moments &lt;br /&gt;more summer---, more summer, more &lt;br /&gt;sun with----details and casualties &lt;br /&gt;shines---- over the sounded sea in accords of attention&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7691368653127832484?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7691368653127832484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7691368653127832484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/heart-races.html' title='heart races'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7058537546599161959</id><published>2010-06-11T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:05:39.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>let your music go</title><content type='html'>let your music go&lt;br /&gt;i will not love another but just be the same&lt;br /&gt;if another goes to that wilderness I will not touch that other flame&lt;br /&gt;i shall not go, tell me once again, let your music go&lt;br /&gt;i can feel you when I close my eyes, hush in bodily flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7058537546599161959?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7058537546599161959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7058537546599161959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-your-music-go.html' title='let your music go'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7942524446151595383</id><published>2010-06-10T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:10:45.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>i chose this mind</title><content type='html'>oxygen, a universe -&lt;br /&gt;ebbing away in the webs of “live or die” wind&lt;br /&gt;the wind “feeling”  - deep breath mind - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tree, fingers with hands, rolling -&lt;br /&gt;tree, sway smooth - &lt;br /&gt;cold, unknown - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twist, by the way, of sound  -  smiles&lt;br /&gt;end -  a twist – cold rolling down&lt;br /&gt;a walk of thoughts - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7942524446151595383?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7942524446151595383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7942524446151595383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-chose-this-mind.html' title='i chose this mind'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8675174424778004283</id><published>2010-06-10T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:22:24.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Tides</title><content type='html'>a ligt burns, rolling off fires - &lt;br /&gt;sun bending morning, a moment before evening time -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sea, its spray, a gasp of warmth -&lt;br /&gt;so it goes (without) – an empty, run on a beach -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because  - the sea, can feel forever - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a being, waves&lt;br /&gt;emerge  -  the inside of the earth, lava&lt;br /&gt;emerge - there is nothing, absent of love, beating against sea rocks&lt;br /&gt;emerge - there is nothing to complete, a kiss, love eating the noise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead -&lt;br /&gt;the lips of light, fall&lt;br /&gt;into the calm, of lily&lt;br /&gt;called the ocean -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8675174424778004283?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8675174424778004283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8675174424778004283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/06/tides.html' title='Tides'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3076921321896606199</id><published>2010-05-23T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:44:55.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>A moon -  touches the sea,&lt;br /&gt;diamonds,  a light  - forever’s secret touch,&lt;br /&gt;A heaven in my heart, true love-&lt;br /&gt;diamonds, a sea fire walking - destiny's touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea, on summer day - I say - I love you – but it’s too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3076921321896606199?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3076921321896606199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3076921321896606199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7953921036699222445</id><published>2010-05-22T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:42:02.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Alone - I</title><content type='html'>What happens to me when I sit alone -&lt;br /&gt;In the sea of forgiveness and my hope ;&lt;br /&gt;is spraying paint outside in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I want to give away  - my prayers to echoes heavy spray,&lt;br /&gt;Little teardrops – tender (awards) catching on windows panes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name spreading its arms, every embrace -  catching wind,&lt;br /&gt;a strength whistling to the waking of a great seaside inn,&lt;br /&gt;I listen, to yesterday, I hear -  I love you again and again,&lt;br /&gt;Cast of the horizon I need your beautiful grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rains that falls in my crying;&lt;br /&gt;The strong that belongs my heart defying;&lt;br /&gt;The heart that showers the right from wrong yearning and sighing; &lt;br /&gt;When water parts from wells;&lt;br /&gt;This is whom I am - a hug shaking deep from deep multiplying;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, in heaven, youth-&lt;br /&gt;Truth, &lt;br /&gt;with its hands -imitation, dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, in heaven, innocent stars&lt;br /&gt;a flute&lt;br /&gt;lets fear arouse - the soul flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;In my confidence,  in love and beginnings, because it is all I seem to know – and I love you&lt;br /&gt;For certainty that I am around you, I describe this physicality (the God of everything)&lt;br /&gt;Deep, the deepest earth  -  worm.  That keeps spreading greatness to all - the nothing  - that I have.  I am a pond drawing close- in opposition of water winded waves, perhaps - &lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel without looking rising above beyond all the graves.  and I love you.  Eastern daylight approaching east.  My face is a brighter glow from every turning eye in the sun - &lt;br /&gt; I feel like laughter of a new born come, the confidence of my love -  deep inside not giving away.  Waters bank off flowers and leaves come my way.&lt;br /&gt;Every muscles presses to the puzzles of my pride.  The moment wet is gone with the sound of water;  water hours of white.  There is certainty, certainty - I am Alive.  I know how it feels to be, &lt;br /&gt;because all that I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. And I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7953921036699222445?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7953921036699222445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7953921036699222445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/alone-i-love-you.html' title='Alone - I'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-804168469924353854</id><published>2010-05-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:27:14.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Young</title><content type='html'>She is herself;&lt;br /&gt;going - undone with me&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea out&lt;br /&gt;like me; making up&lt;br /&gt;promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the untroubled sea,&lt;br /&gt;stretching waving thoughts&lt;br /&gt;listening to the falls of the world&lt;br /&gt;I see years, sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let go, no&lt;br /&gt;no hearts - feeling&lt;br /&gt;a heart, no heart  - feeling&lt;br /&gt;young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-804168469924353854?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/804168469924353854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/804168469924353854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/young.html' title='Young'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8642466077856583215</id><published>2010-05-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:26:00.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>How Lonesome</title><content type='html'>How lonesome, having seen a woman, once;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking happy days, thinking love, simple;&lt;br /&gt;I want to marry the sea, to marry it, such a simple sea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sea, all alone;&lt;br /&gt;I think the sea doesn’t fool, anyone;&lt;br /&gt;I am myself, a glorious ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8642466077856583215?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8642466077856583215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8642466077856583215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-lonesome.html' title='How Lonesome'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2836003416278993408</id><published>2010-05-19T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:24:59.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Verse by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>A Lady's Heart</title><content type='html'>The red nights, feelings  - beautiful, unknown, butterfly;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, from now multiply – minds pry with white earth, away.&lt;br /&gt;Love express, love’s name sets - white rose, white lips;&lt;br /&gt;Fills heaven with emerging sea.&lt;br /&gt;Where the blues fall to not,  the seas body -  blue, violet lace&lt;br /&gt;White ravens in clouded blaze;&lt;br /&gt;White violets hush, moon prayers of pearl- a virtuous touch&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is true, her thoughts  - she wears a lady’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2836003416278993408?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2836003416278993408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2836003416278993408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladys-heart.html' title='A Lady&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8356421446763487984</id><published>2010-05-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T09:18:35.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>the Sway of a Clouded Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S_AaByBZb8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/kb4HaovSsBk/s1600/fragonard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S_AaByBZb8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/kb4HaovSsBk/s320/fragonard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471902165164978114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sway  - love and beauty&lt;br /&gt;on wet  broken wings -&lt;br /&gt;when love beloved&lt;br /&gt;– quiet shakes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;come upon me -&lt;br /&gt;scattered &lt;br /&gt;branching melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a flying&lt;br /&gt;sings&lt;br /&gt;an oath of song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is light, bright covering &lt;br /&gt;colors gazing stars – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as brilliance with every &lt;br /&gt;heart -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wind, clouded leaf &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2010&lt;br /&gt;pic. is by fragonard - visipix.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8356421446763487984?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8356421446763487984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8356421446763487984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/sway-of-clouded-leaf.html' title='the Sway of a Clouded Leaf'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S_AaByBZb8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/kb4HaovSsBk/s72-c/fragonard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4861349794059051567</id><published>2010-05-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:27:05.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Moon Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S93RlqyOqwI/AAAAAAAAADs/W4bUWduiGe0/s1600/daumier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S93RlqyOqwI/AAAAAAAAADs/W4bUWduiGe0/s320/daumier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466755967767980802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad moon said - &lt;br /&gt;touch me love, be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010 &lt;br /&gt;Photo by daumier&lt;br /&gt;visipix.dynalias.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4861349794059051567?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4861349794059051567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4861349794059051567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/moon-said_02.html' title='Moon Said'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S93RlqyOqwI/AAAAAAAAADs/W4bUWduiGe0/s72-c/daumier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3338201114726836158</id><published>2010-05-02T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:06:22.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Heaven's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S93M4rEAs0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HmDKn3KWv7A/s1600/Little+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S93M4rEAs0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HmDKn3KWv7A/s200/Little+Girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466750796701938498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her little heart -  feels,  a fall;&lt;br /&gt;left in a naked appearance;&lt;br /&gt;crying - within the shells of the ocean sea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sea  - knowing - autumn music -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty, heaven flies – bird’s nest , quietly&lt;br /&gt;Lord – leaves,  a gift - &lt;br /&gt;peaceful, stars  - enclose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2010&lt;br /&gt;photo by&lt;br /&gt;Keller, Hanes, Niederglatt, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;visipix.dynalias.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3338201114726836158?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3338201114726836158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3338201114726836158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/heavens-little-girl.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Little Girl'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGEKyADZg0s/S93M4rEAs0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HmDKn3KWv7A/s72-c/Little+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6458477245443135267</id><published>2010-05-02T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:42:25.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>The discovery - of a lover,&lt;br /&gt;Who fits like a running leaf,&lt;br /&gt;A flower  presses up against -  wild wings,&lt;br /&gt;Violin winds – touch, waves of music, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6458477245443135267?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6458477245443135267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6458477245443135267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6786964765696912384</id><published>2010-05-02T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:29:59.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Playing In My Heart</title><content type='html'>The empty rain, in clueless night;&lt;br /&gt;shall be true  -  a glue, the music;&lt;br /&gt;carries on  - when I am gone – sick with memories;&lt;br /&gt;I find a love -  when I am sick with melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From -  every tree,  a rose –&lt;br /&gt;blinds me -  lonely – the perfect hour -  &lt;br /&gt;for my soul -   all the stars are applausing&lt;br /&gt;and playing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6786964765696912384?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6786964765696912384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6786964765696912384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/playing-in-my-heart.html' title='Playing In My Heart'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2961408180236432379</id><published>2010-05-02T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:12:45.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>The Country Grass</title><content type='html'>I hear - of grass,&lt;br /&gt;near green  - a country&lt;br /&gt;land dies in &lt;br /&gt;hours – deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears,  in the blouse –&lt;br /&gt;a thousand lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweep – &lt;br /&gt;the sun, mysteria, leaves&lt;br /&gt;alone - here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shine&lt;br /&gt;chains – of rope&lt;br /&gt;fear  - and&lt;br /&gt;scares hope -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fills –&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old  - moon&lt;br /&gt;closing&lt;br /&gt;feeble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double wind, grey - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2961408180236432379?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2961408180236432379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2961408180236432379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/country-grass.html' title='The Country Grass'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8549955038099590990</id><published>2010-05-02T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:48:50.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Last Forever -</title><content type='html'>The - last forever, &lt;br /&gt;we treasure,&lt;br /&gt;will end, probably &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every chance -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence, two hearts – strikes water,&lt;br /&gt;the hurt, disappears – goodbye –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just here, friends,&lt;br /&gt;angels faint -&lt;br /&gt;turning away – truth,&lt;br /&gt;losing me, time – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water, loves -  sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promises, &lt;br /&gt;beats love – one minute,&lt;br /&gt;at a time -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8549955038099590990?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8549955038099590990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8549955038099590990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-forever.html' title='Last Forever -'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2842950855372118274</id><published>2010-05-02T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:31:24.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Mother - Collection</title><content type='html'>This woman is a golden gift in nature’s form, &lt;br /&gt;The woman, there, came in a cool breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Like a gift, she is beautiful and taught with manners,&lt;br /&gt;Opulent she is a woman in range and wisdom of her time,&lt;br /&gt;And she goes with present in her mind she is the home and house we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world temptful with trees  - she is the journey we must go on,&lt;br /&gt;She is the stalking water, in which, we walk, &lt;br /&gt;Sprints of ease and into every story, we talk,&lt;br /&gt;There is pen and paper in my hand – a memorable story,&lt;br /&gt;And the creator beside me to create every famous line,&lt;br /&gt;For every word by day and chance, every line,&lt;br /&gt;Every story will emerge and last, for your entire life,&lt;br /&gt;The gift of becoming words and those that last forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days of our life, she has become someone,&lt;br /&gt;Who has brought single love into our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;We can’t help it, if we love her everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the journey that we treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2842950855372118274?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2842950855372118274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2842950855372118274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-x-collection.html' title='Mother - Collection'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8887622255601085726</id><published>2010-04-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:42:04.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>here it is</title><content type='html'>it took my heart,i love you still &lt;br /&gt;damn i have no place to go&lt;br /&gt;but to the one, mom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who &lt;br /&gt;loved me from day one, mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to you&lt;br /&gt;i loved you dear heart, mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me some time to &lt;br /&gt;know what it was&lt;br /&gt;in my mind, mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm back &lt;br /&gt;now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8887622255601085726?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8887622255601085726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8887622255601085726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-it-is.html' title='here it is'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4243729011959877729</id><published>2010-04-25T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:42:55.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painful Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>can't get ya</title><content type='html'>made  - mad like that&lt;br /&gt;go crazy like that&lt;br /&gt;do it like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should be ashamed &lt;br /&gt;you would be baby &lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't it like that&lt;br /&gt;because baby you're crazy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made  - mad like that&lt;br /&gt;go crazy like that&lt;br /&gt;do it like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't get ya, because &lt;br /&gt;baby, it ain't there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4243729011959877729?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4243729011959877729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4243729011959877729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/cant-get-ya.html' title='can&apos;t get ya'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7402727192198426639</id><published>2010-04-25T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:44:48.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>come back -  in my dreams</title><content type='html'>just be like the flame on my match&lt;br /&gt;so maybe its love  - like on the right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the right side of the track&lt;br /&gt;so pulled over my heart and&lt;br /&gt;my head  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just come backs to the love &lt;br /&gt;on the flames on my match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and light so shines and i can't let this thing&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we know unless we try to come back&lt;br /&gt;to the love that was there before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so try lets &lt;br /&gt;and see things for the better&lt;br /&gt;and believe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my hands - its warmth &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back  -  in my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7402727192198426639?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7402727192198426639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7402727192198426639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/come-back-in-my-dreams.html' title='come back -  in my dreams'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6052454293149182751</id><published>2010-04-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:40:31.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Never Gone Away</title><content type='html'>Two worlds divide – the show stops me on the way  - &lt;br /&gt;This makes the memories never go away;&lt;br /&gt;This is my world  or the world I loved and it went away;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survival of the tears from  my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;The pain became months and years –&lt;br /&gt;I thought -  yet the fear – never went away –&lt;br /&gt;She was mine – until the final day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was beacon shining in my day;&lt;br /&gt;The dark became my starlight;&lt;br /&gt;I thought – yet my love – never went away –&lt;br /&gt;This makes the memories never go away -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6052454293149182751?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6052454293149182751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6052454293149182751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-gone-away.html' title='Never Gone Away'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5934899815304324982</id><published>2010-04-25T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:46:09.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Electric Wishing Again</title><content type='html'>electric taste of wishing again -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tonight, don't do it &lt;br /&gt;come, after me - in the fall&lt;br /&gt;the feeling touch is real&lt;br /&gt;i want to steal -  you dear, from every cloud&lt;br /&gt;i know to want is okay -  everything is all right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come away with me -  in the way of dreams&lt;br /&gt;after this, oh  don't do it&lt;br /&gt;don't hide from me this night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to love you, right hear and right now&lt;br /&gt;i know that everything is going to be all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5934899815304324982?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5934899815304324982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5934899815304324982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/electric-wishing-again.html' title='Electric Wishing Again'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-257290842842528626</id><published>2010-04-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:47:15.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Better Everything</title><content type='html'>I'm not done with you,&lt;br /&gt;mixed up in all the lights,&lt;br /&gt;slow it up again,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrapping it up all around,&lt;br /&gt;forever  - &lt;br /&gt;it doesn't know how&lt;br /&gt;to slow down,&lt;br /&gt;slow it up again from &lt;br /&gt;everything &lt;br /&gt;from sound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want kiss you&lt;br /&gt;i'm not done with you &lt;br /&gt;i don't want to put it away&lt;br /&gt;becaus i want to kiss you &lt;br /&gt;slow, so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something i want to say&lt;br /&gt;i want to say it better -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice and slow - &lt;br /&gt;love, i want to kiss you -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-257290842842528626?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/257290842842528626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/257290842842528626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-everything.html' title='Better Everything'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4939286023517570549</id><published>2010-04-25T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:06:10.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Love Made Me Do It</title><content type='html'>Cherish me and the roaming catholic rosary;  &lt;br /&gt;The miracle of love - in a bible way;&lt;br /&gt;It was gone, never honest - but this is the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By me -  a bible  just like th one I  cherish; &lt;br /&gt;For the wicked wild  things I’ve done, &lt;br /&gt;Try to make it my way  - I try to get it, right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it goes -  these are the times; &lt;br /&gt;Gone with the dreams of summer grass and summer skies; &lt;br /&gt;The bells of rome chime and this is where I am-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile crosses mountains looking for you; &lt;br /&gt;This is the way , it is  - so I look for you  - this is what you do to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4939286023517570549?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4939286023517570549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4939286023517570549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/made.html' title='Love Made Me Do It'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7504994104607899969</id><published>2010-04-25T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:48:24.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>I Love U.  Oh</title><content type='html'>My mind, you see, sweet, you call my name;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I would dream, I have a love like this, love checking; &lt;br /&gt;Laughs and love sleeps ions -  no fate -  find me dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I love you more than that, tonight;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hesitate just make me yours;&lt;br /&gt;Breathless me -  the kiss of a humming sight:&lt;br /&gt;The tune a tempting sound, restless hey.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t walk away, baby, no games this time;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7504994104607899969?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7504994104607899969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7504994104607899969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-u-oh.html' title='I Love U.  Oh'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5640704316990976775</id><published>2010-04-25T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:38:58.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Might "of" Been</title><content type='html'>do you understand baby, i know your hurting&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean to leave it all, &lt;br /&gt;i need your voice so i can find that place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i did , if you understand at all , how will i get it right &lt;br /&gt; -- i will try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened again the love i wanted, all gone&lt;br /&gt;it happened to me, again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, onward, you left me alone &lt;br /&gt;this time, it will be different  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my way,  i'm coming back to you &lt;br /&gt;the one -  i once knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know  i am going to be somewhere - turned on, i'm doing it again &lt;br /&gt;to the one i love it  - it all comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby  - you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5640704316990976775?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5640704316990976775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5640704316990976775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/might-of-been.html' title='Might &quot;of&quot; Been'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3076928656167059248</id><published>2010-04-25T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:19:55.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Upward Curve of Your Mouth</title><content type='html'>Tell me smile&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet look&lt;br /&gt;Shining bright and vibrant&lt;br /&gt;Pick and hurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me smile&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does your heart grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3076928656167059248?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3076928656167059248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3076928656167059248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/upward-curve-of-your-mouth.html' title='Upward Curve of Your Mouth'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2176963830375123243</id><published>2010-04-25T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:59:55.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Loveophilia and Hate Naked</title><content type='html'>It was doomed and banned-&lt;br /&gt;In the humanity of night-&lt;br /&gt;a light angel, Loveophilia.&lt;br /&gt;Her treasure prospered all over.&lt;br /&gt;Her song of everything good and human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt pangs of hunger for Dear Hate Naked.&lt;br /&gt;Hate Naked, a dark angel from darkening light in his freedom.&lt;br /&gt;They both woke up in land cages.&lt;br /&gt;They would love each other for eternity in a kingdom of waking death &lt;br /&gt;and the abomination of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveophilia and Hate Naked made each other crazy and they were in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2176963830375123243?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2176963830375123243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2176963830375123243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/loveophilia-and-hate-naked.html' title='Loveophilia and Hate Naked'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7701107930117129120</id><published>2010-04-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:55:20.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Nature by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>White Orchids</title><content type='html'>influential flowing &lt;br /&gt;white &lt;br /&gt;unknowing &lt;br /&gt;spirits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one,&lt;br /&gt;single glance – &lt;br /&gt;one white orchid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouring molten over white fathom, white lay -&lt;br /&gt;volcano&lt;br /&gt;an opalescence - a veined lacquer, &lt;br /&gt;grim unseen, play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white of eyes fulfilling a trickling &lt;br /&gt;- a white &lt;br /&gt;falling;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patches of flakes enters &lt;br /&gt;free wind &lt;br /&gt;on mad mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a white falling;&lt;br /&gt;a white threading - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a proboscis, night vines&lt;br /&gt;a infinite night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absorbing ordinary, &lt;br /&gt;obscurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beginning, a white orchid &lt;br /&gt;a white orchid – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7701107930117129120?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7701107930117129120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7701107930117129120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-orchids.html' title='White Orchids'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7843670999715146608</id><published>2010-04-21T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:43:47.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Dear Stranger</title><content type='html'>I pray to you - &lt;br /&gt;blackbird – be brighten, quiet;&lt;br /&gt;desperation, comes;&lt;br /&gt;breathe, respiration – life-&lt;br /&gt;safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep to you - &lt;br /&gt;be born, sound of pools;&lt;br /&gt;time of birds agile;&lt;br /&gt;sea pipers :  scoping music - &lt;br /&gt;quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry to you –&lt;br /&gt;my voice, may live, my soul;&lt;br /&gt;let turnstones, less, reject;&lt;br /&gt;myself, my enemy;&lt;br /&gt;send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing to you –&lt;br /&gt;composition, treasured;&lt;br /&gt;certainty through my mouth;&lt;br /&gt;silver and gold - &lt;br /&gt;speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give to you –&lt;br /&gt;my love, my breath;&lt;br /&gt;my head through all,&lt;br /&gt;A fire noise -&lt;br /&gt;greatness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weep to you - &lt;br /&gt;a light shield;  tears,unformed;&lt;br /&gt;dashboard, first born star;&lt;br /&gt;candle, bred  -&lt;br /&gt;lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold to you - &lt;br /&gt;the meeting the sound of mind;&lt;br /&gt;pours from me, teaching;&lt;br /&gt;from Niagara wanting streams;&lt;br /&gt;hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to you - &lt;br /&gt;captive my eyes, kiss;&lt;br /&gt;me through covered linen;&lt;br /&gt;keep knowing on your tongue - &lt;br /&gt;accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring to you - &lt;br /&gt;the day runs through, this&lt;br /&gt;no fool can ruin;&lt;br /&gt;values of me, set;&lt;br /&gt;present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call to you - &lt;br /&gt;the sun whose roof;&lt;br /&gt;turns to joy and candles;&lt;br /&gt;to bring roots of every plant&lt;br /&gt;daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pursue to you - &lt;br /&gt;to lead fear outgoing;&lt;br /&gt;keep every man upright;&lt;br /&gt;in the better of it all, better - &lt;br /&gt;a better person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7843670999715146608?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7843670999715146608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7843670999715146608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-stranger.html' title='Dear Stranger'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4670487756265360041</id><published>2010-04-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:36:28.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Right</title><content type='html'>a bath, raspberry &lt;br /&gt;twist - except&lt;br /&gt;hot - &lt;br /&gt;tub - bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone - listening&lt;br /&gt;one drink &lt;br /&gt;- one woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4670487756265360041?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4670487756265360041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4670487756265360041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/right.html' title='Right'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-1761254033215245707</id><published>2010-04-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:04:51.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>RSVP:  Bright Star (John Keats)</title><content type='html'>Star bright, so cast in my eyes -  tonight -&lt;br /&gt;From the north;  you do shine -&lt;br /&gt;Recline, I do with patience gaze -&lt;br /&gt;Look upon you with the brightest face -&lt;br /&gt;Like a comet in eternal soar -&lt;br /&gt;Coming out and apart for skies, allure -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes seek more than just the way of change -&lt;br /&gt;round the dark and around the crystal haze -&lt;br /&gt;Much more is the sky not dampened  -&lt;br /&gt;But I watch you now, and hanging by a thread - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One touch of the rising streak in the sky, forever in your keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by John Keats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-1761254033215245707?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1761254033215245707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1761254033215245707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/rsvp-bright-star-john-keats.html' title='RSVP:  Bright Star (John Keats)'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4918795822882733113</id><published>2010-04-19T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:03:57.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Love by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>A Little Baby:  A Beginner Class</title><content type='html'>it's the warming dance, when babies dance;&lt;br /&gt;dance like a baby;&lt;br /&gt;tap tap tap and i am on my way;&lt;br /&gt;like a baby in baby steps;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother is near, father is near;&lt;br /&gt;there is baby; dancing;&lt;br /&gt;the first steps so it maybe;&lt;br /&gt;little baby;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the ceiling goes the air;&lt;br /&gt;from baby feet and family stare;&lt;br /&gt;one two three, dancing in baby steps, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wiggle, wiggle, giggle, giggle&lt;br /&gt;dance, pat, tap, tap, pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warming dance, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4918795822882733113?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4918795822882733113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4918795822882733113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-baby-beginner-class.html' title='A Little Baby:  A Beginner Class'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8348292070141284879</id><published>2010-04-18T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:21:40.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>White</title><content type='html'>white, &lt;br /&gt;a silent together;&lt;br /&gt;settles back;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natural beauty; in &lt;br /&gt;love and splendor;&lt;br /&gt;the spread &lt;br /&gt;of songs -&lt;br /&gt;magnetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in life&lt;br /&gt;the hungry hum &lt;br /&gt;of emotions &lt;br /&gt;start&lt;br /&gt;the earth &lt;br /&gt;it sings in &lt;br /&gt;covers warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   warmth - &lt;br /&gt;slowly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8348292070141284879?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8348292070141284879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8348292070141284879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/white.html' title='White'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7453366241224152905</id><published>2010-04-18T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:22:48.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>When Love is Gone...</title><content type='html'>speaking of passing moments  - when love is gone;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of violets on those lips of another – &lt;br /&gt;my heart is left beating, soft purple ink- &lt;br /&gt;not stopping the fear- from feeling the tremble and the base;&lt;br /&gt;long after the moment is gone, feelings - fall erased.&lt;br /&gt;beauty and the charm still left ringing;&lt;br /&gt;like violets in a vase;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every laugh is a memory to my ears;&lt;br /&gt;a purple page that paints;&lt;br /&gt;if we meet in passing moments -  &lt;br /&gt;undying love- complete and into the wild;&lt;br /&gt;the sounds will remain alluring to my heart;&lt;br /&gt;nearly turning from noise and other moments;&lt;br /&gt;the nerve of many moments -  when love is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7453366241224152905?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7453366241224152905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7453366241224152905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-love-is-gone.html' title='When Love is Gone...'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8651783593354794172</id><published>2010-04-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:13:42.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>-------she.lays.with.roses-------</title><content type='html'>she lays &lt;br /&gt;with her &lt;br /&gt;languid &lt;br /&gt;   - dreams;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lays  &lt;br /&gt;in drops &lt;br /&gt;of &lt;br /&gt;    - dreamscape;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere - &lt;br /&gt;where &lt;br /&gt;her life &lt;br /&gt;lingers;&lt;br /&gt;she stands &lt;br /&gt;still &lt;br /&gt;like a &lt;br /&gt;ghost;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her light &lt;br /&gt;from her &lt;br /&gt;breath;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her kiss; &lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;br /&gt;kiss of the rose;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one hour - she &lt;br /&gt;shouldn't love the rose;&lt;br /&gt;up against &lt;br /&gt;the loft of stardom;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fragile friend &lt;br /&gt;- a silk &lt;br /&gt;clouded &lt;br /&gt;stain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lays &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;she still &lt;br /&gt;loves the red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the &lt;br /&gt;distance too &lt;br /&gt;weak to remember;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till one &lt;br /&gt;December, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rose opens &lt;br /&gt;in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8651783593354794172?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8651783593354794172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8651783593354794172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/shelayswithroses.html' title='-------she.lays.with.roses-------'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7985957964043825963</id><published>2010-04-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:53:22.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>i love you forever</title><content type='html'>nevertheless, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, forever;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the company in my second afternoon;&lt;br /&gt;walking moving never seen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of everything -&lt;br /&gt;the climate a soft cloth -&lt;br /&gt;love, stubborn, each minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recovery of moving stars;&lt;br /&gt;cloth inside acting;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given a day, my friend -&lt;br /&gt;when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pause and rewind;&lt;br /&gt;the moments - eyes in -&lt;br /&gt;free again;&lt;br /&gt;influence worn out all the lines;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from beginning to bed -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7985957964043825963?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7985957964043825963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7985957964043825963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you-forever.html' title='i love you forever'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6593189963286618891</id><published>2010-04-08T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:43:58.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Good Morning, Sadie</title><content type='html'>A salmon red said my heart;&lt;br /&gt;A passion crystal – one tear drop;&lt;br /&gt;The glass so spinning in sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white web catches its one desire;&lt;br /&gt;The refineness so confined in confessional infiltrations;&lt;br /&gt;With its walls surrounded by arms in liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sadie in red fatal remarks;&lt;br /&gt;Water patterns around your mouth and weep across your face;&lt;br /&gt; in sympathy touching invitation with emotions copying  sentiments – human silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, Sadie -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passion red in my heart - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6593189963286618891?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6593189963286618891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6593189963286618891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning-sadie.html' title='Good Morning, Sadie'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-227729736544580710</id><published>2010-04-04T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T07:29:14.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Never Again</title><content type='html'>Perfect gift blossom with beauty;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is the first to endure;&lt;br /&gt;In a cup to touch a trembling fear;&lt;br /&gt;Remembers me no prisoner;&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid of love;&lt;br /&gt;I lost your heart once, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your tears to mine;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing speaks by voice;&lt;br /&gt;Free of love and yet I have no more;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be afraid;&lt;br /&gt;Of the love already made;&lt;br /&gt;I lost your heart once, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long day of crave;&lt;br /&gt;A wish of wishes to be free;&lt;br /&gt;A heart whose lips I conspire;&lt;br /&gt;Love with love insight a fire;&lt;br /&gt;Weighs against my heart;&lt;br /&gt;I lost your heart once, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is pleasing and thirsty on my lips;&lt;br /&gt;On my lips, my hearts rich;&lt;br /&gt;I rest - countless fronts, needlessly in your hands;&lt;br /&gt;One crave in this battle, I perish;&lt;br /&gt;More desirable all that is hidden in the retraining rain;&lt;br /&gt;I lost your heart once, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love were good, love entice;&lt;br /&gt;Come near my heart in absolute to bruise;&lt;br /&gt;A sound of yearning tender;&lt;br /&gt;The deepest thing of love is the silence that goes away;&lt;br /&gt;The longest day came and stayed.&lt;br /&gt;I lost your heart once, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-227729736544580710?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/227729736544580710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/227729736544580710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-again.html' title='Never Again'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8602762580206797784</id><published>2010-04-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:40:24.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusing Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Pretty Girl,  Tease</title><content type='html'>The pretty girl;  a connected tattoo;&lt;br /&gt;She is pretty but I think she is from the zoo;&lt;br /&gt;Her words - I knew and her meaning is cute;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty with stars  - knee high, &lt;br /&gt;Pretty with brown eyes  -   a girlly sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8602762580206797784?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8602762580206797784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8602762580206797784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/pretty-girl-tease.html' title='Pretty Girl,  Tease'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4141994140885264792</id><published>2010-04-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:21:15.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painful Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>For every tear forgotten in my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting thoughts and feelings;&lt;br /&gt;Our tears like seeds split apart;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy so deep like the depths of two departing streams;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives cutting rough when the tears subside over forever unseen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmates – the way a ship cascades on ocean waves;&lt;br /&gt;The tears that streams like streamers down a face;&lt;br /&gt;Left to linger in the chambers of meeting minds; &lt;br /&gt;like the sound of unwanted pain, the way a sad look is procrastinated and subsides;&lt;br /&gt;Away the day is fresh and looks to other days; we understand;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope those tears never surrender; &lt;br /&gt;Into a meandering eternity of never -  ever;&lt;br /&gt;For every tear -&lt;br /&gt;One year, tracks three more as the memory retires;&lt;br /&gt;Every end, one end – our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4141994140885264792?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4141994140885264792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4141994140885264792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7146094905714765567</id><published>2010-04-02T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:25:46.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Tongue Tied</title><content type='html'>The curtain of all my emotions;&lt;br /&gt;plush and draping down in fushia;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love, wither of love and time;&lt;br /&gt;I am the loose leaf of spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed so offset bumps over canopy -&lt;br /&gt;and therefore a boozing shooting star;&lt;br /&gt;with snow clinging in timid and jealously, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a one lily white dreaming in sketch&lt;br /&gt;leaning in the far forward of eyes - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shaken from this cooing feeling;&lt;br /&gt;in which the length of my love is tongue tied.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7146094905714765567?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7146094905714765567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7146094905714765567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-quiet.html' title='Tongue Tied'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3542252801271286230</id><published>2010-04-02T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:23:23.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Bad Angel</title><content type='html'>An angel said I love you to me and I laughed;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take it seriously;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my angel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel said I love you once again;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into her eyes and my head did a spin;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my angel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel said I love you with no regret;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say I love you back;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my angel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3542252801271286230?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3542252801271286230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3542252801271286230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-angel.html' title='Bad Angel'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2630504095869285339</id><published>2010-04-02T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:15:33.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Soul Warmth</title><content type='html'>The basic laugh and I love you;&lt;br /&gt;it is in my soul and it has grown;&lt;br /&gt;to the ups and downs and for great beginnings;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a world of beauty acceptable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2630504095869285339?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2630504095869285339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2630504095869285339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/soul-warmth.html' title='Soul Warmth'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6183020981701145172</id><published>2010-04-02T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:27:39.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>We Fall</title><content type='html'>in your touch;&lt;br /&gt;bring the wine and wind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one second, a taunting memoir;&lt;br /&gt;even if the mask is on -&lt;br /&gt;I breathe, autumn leaves, we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6183020981701145172?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6183020981701145172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6183020981701145172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-fall.html' title='We Fall'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6665338692333677421</id><published>2010-04-02T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:28:41.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>Everyday -  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is beautiful &lt;br /&gt;in her eyes;&lt;br /&gt;one smile and a deep dimple;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coyrighted 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6665338692333677421?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6665338692333677421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6665338692333677421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3059760336040169896</id><published>2010-04-02T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:56:32.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Desert</title><content type='html'>desert rare has her journey;&lt;br /&gt;reflects and makes of light;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night, no death, orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3059760336040169896?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3059760336040169896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3059760336040169896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/desert.html' title='Desert'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2425364205564820645</id><published>2010-04-02T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:53:47.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>You (One Night)</title><content type='html'>I enjoy you (one night);&lt;br /&gt;the fire cries of many nights;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful and starry like none;&lt;br /&gt;hard and exploding high;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one on one &lt;br /&gt;I'm strung and separated from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2425364205564820645?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2425364205564820645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2425364205564820645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-one-night.html' title='You (One Night)'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6683619092069615870</id><published>2010-04-02T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:48:36.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>night it, breathless rest&lt;br /&gt;on ponds of wings of holy&lt;br /&gt;winds it, quietly remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6683619092069615870?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6683619092069615870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6683619092069615870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4381549241900979288</id><published>2010-04-02T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:46:30.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Un-Natural Blue</title><content type='html'>Ocean cosmic and universal – a street of sway blending blue;&lt;br /&gt;The journey into flying holy birds and fishes its course undo;&lt;br /&gt;A restless night and ultralight of near misses a night in June;&lt;br /&gt;Night full and unrefined  candles song in river’s silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth shatters into pieces of imaginary nowhere;&lt;br /&gt;Sad a little song breaks like a bottle and broken in unrestful stares;&lt;br /&gt;The night its children twist in darkness and stands everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The ocean on her flat stomach in layers of blue– puts her arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4381549241900979288?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4381549241900979288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4381549241900979288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/un-natural-blue.html' title='Un-Natural Blue'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6482396397105696070</id><published>2010-04-01T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:16:41.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Avenue (You)</title><content type='html'>I want to touch you -&lt;br /&gt;I want the fever to spark;&lt;br /&gt;the together of my night growing dark;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach the avenue of avenue (you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a bridge across the sand;&lt;br /&gt;the massive divide oceans man;&lt;br /&gt;to touch the love of fire speak;&lt;br /&gt;the sense the ease of weak;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twice the greatness of love speaks;&lt;br /&gt;the thought for mind the angel of food and sleep;&lt;br /&gt;leave the touch -  my life for you - avenue (you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6482396397105696070?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6482396397105696070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6482396397105696070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/avenue-you.html' title='Avenue (You)'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4516394479616549221</id><published>2010-04-01T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:03:04.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Blossom of the Heart</title><content type='html'>A thousand ways a word runs warm;&lt;br /&gt;How a cry goes warm into the blood;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one to make me bleed;&lt;br /&gt;The blossom of my heart crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life – a heart bleeding, an hour glass of peace;&lt;br /&gt;A life who left me in river blood – a sunrise no release;&lt;br /&gt;Runs warm in encased in secrets embrace;&lt;br /&gt;The blossom of my heart crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm smile laying on a bed;&lt;br /&gt;In possession and keeper of never knowing;&lt;br /&gt;The soul of me  (blessed) and sleeps;&lt;br /&gt;The blossom of my heart crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4516394479616549221?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4516394479616549221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4516394479616549221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/blossom-of-heart.html' title='Blossom of the Heart'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4566452925343338400</id><published>2010-04-01T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:49:50.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Love is in the Feeling</title><content type='html'>The rhythm stands where&lt;br /&gt;Clouds into blissful - cover cloudy&lt;br /&gt;I know not the way&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the feeling, I need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something of a rhythm&lt;br /&gt;In the way - the look divine&lt;br /&gt;I know it - by the way&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the feeling, I need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you rhythm&lt;br /&gt;I need you here&lt;br /&gt;A dream, within my taking&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the feeling,  I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am for you the catch in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Air when irritated a cute sneeze&lt;br /&gt;Away and apart but cool&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the feeling, I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken air by love’s war&lt;br /&gt;Anything matters now – no score&lt;br /&gt;Before me  - you stand now&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the feeling, I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4566452925343338400?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4566452925343338400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4566452925343338400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-in-feeling.html' title='Love is in the Feeling'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4375693645862371531</id><published>2010-04-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:09:23.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Believe in Me Chance</title><content type='html'>Believe in me chance;&lt;br /&gt;Earth rise and does its dance;&lt;br /&gt;From me to earth and share;&lt;br /&gt;I have the river to keep the shape of me;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sun to forsake my confusion be;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sky to proceed with all my horizons;&lt;br /&gt;I am on ground solid;&lt;br /&gt;From me to earth and share;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me chance;&lt;br /&gt;Sun that brightly shine;&lt;br /&gt;From me the earth and share;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sun to keep the shape of me;&lt;br /&gt;I have the solar charm to forsake my confusion be;&lt;br /&gt;I have the streak of heat to blaze my cold;&lt;br /&gt;I am on ground solid;&lt;br /&gt;From  the earth and share;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me chance;&lt;br /&gt;Like a top, the spinning of my soul;&lt;br /&gt;From me the earth and share;&lt;br /&gt;I have the night to keep the shape of me;&lt;br /&gt;I have the night to bend in my wake;&lt;br /&gt;I have the night to beautify my face;&lt;br /&gt;I am on ground solid;&lt;br /&gt;From the earth and share;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coyrighted 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4375693645862371531?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4375693645862371531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4375693645862371531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/believe-in-me-chance.html' title='Believe in Me Chance'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-1954616252188212136</id><published>2010-04-01T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:17:49.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I Pass Away</title><content type='html'>Reflected into the blue; &lt;br /&gt;Shock of tiny circles sweep seagulls through;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the sweeping blue;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort of clear fountain purple;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest whistles of a whistle must;&lt;br /&gt;Blow to the wake of trees and sway;&lt;br /&gt;Into a reflection of another day.&lt;br /&gt;On me  - so elegant past a feeling must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clarity worth not dreaming;&lt;br /&gt;The sea flowing into the constant shares hands feeling;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me  - lightly walking until so soft with honesty;&lt;br /&gt;Closing in  - underneath all the covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-1954616252188212136?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1954616252188212136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1954616252188212136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-pass-away.html' title='Sometimes I Pass Away'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-468038979633887090</id><published>2010-03-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:11:09.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Magic Nights Alone</title><content type='html'>If I have thoughts like a star, I could be like life.&lt;br /&gt;I could dream like explosions all night.&lt;br /&gt;I could not stay in all my mindless confusion.&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like a star, I .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like a moon, I could be a hero for the weak and weary.&lt;br /&gt;I could have peace and release not like a dancing stone dreary.&lt;br /&gt;I could be more bright and twinkle and shine.&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like a moon, I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like a skip and a hop, I could dance with one foot off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I could dance with the sky immortal on my fantastic ship profound.&lt;br /&gt;I could be so Godly and outrace my beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like a skip and a hop, I could dance with one foot off the ground, I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like the sweet of sugar in my coffee, I could be like a king in a garden.&lt;br /&gt;I could be happy like a child in cotton pajamas partying.&lt;br /&gt;I could scream out my window like a five year old.&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like the sweet of sugar in my coffe, I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like a book for nobody , I could bang like a million stars and light up my nights.&lt;br /&gt;I could see off into space and watch Greek gods and goddesses in space flight.&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop thinking of the stars gone and between.&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like a book for nobody, I could bang like a million stars and light up my nights, I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like magical fantasy and spells, I could fall in love(this is all I want).&lt;br /&gt;I could just be the Saturday Morning cartoons and watch with laughter and shout.&lt;br /&gt;I could be the best Sunday newspaper ever and for sure have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;If I have thoughts like magical fantasy and spells, I could fall in love (this is all I want), I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-468038979633887090?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/468038979633887090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/468038979633887090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/magic-nights-alone.html' title='Magic Nights Alone'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6718352561326769253</id><published>2010-03-27T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:57:34.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>My Excuse for Love</title><content type='html'>A love poem true and dear;&lt;br /&gt;A love poem number one;&lt;br /&gt;A love for the will and won't;&lt;br /&gt;A poem meaning love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives a passion say it now;&lt;br /&gt;Sing its reason carefully;&lt;br /&gt;Never a dying beauty;&lt;br /&gt;Containing wonderful joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old love young again;&lt;br /&gt;A lover who lets it be;&lt;br /&gt;An old love catches quickly;&lt;br /&gt;To say love is love means all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will beauty end here and now;&lt;br /&gt;Love gone to love unceasing;&lt;br /&gt;A lover speaks the loud shrill blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To teach love and learn it;&lt;br /&gt;The truth of it inspires sense;&lt;br /&gt;To borrow it, a Dead Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look of eyes pursuing;&lt;br /&gt;Full head and desire;&lt;br /&gt;Love stands like "how are you love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else (to love)(of love)-&lt;br /&gt;My excuse for love is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6718352561326769253?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6718352561326769253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6718352561326769253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-excuse-for-love.html' title='My Excuse for Love'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2421869727785885165</id><published>2010-03-27T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:15:20.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100+ Lines Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Rose Aisles</title><content type='html'>Roses in aisles conceived in the sun;&lt;br /&gt;At first, a sight for sore eyes and the mind is spun;&lt;br /&gt;In the secret place for meditation;&lt;br /&gt;I saw and attended the most beautiful and wondrous spring creation;&lt;br /&gt;Rich waters roamed over the abundance of good lovers;&lt;br /&gt;The portals of rose beds made in spring covers;&lt;br /&gt;Desires upon desires race, its sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my rosy dimples, red cheeks - a hint of red iris;&lt;br /&gt;A desire as the sun parts  - the clouds give birth;&lt;br /&gt;An affair with roses folding as I touch the earth;&lt;br /&gt;Taunting the dream magic for eyes;&lt;br /&gt;A majesty of touch with fingers softness to the mind;&lt;br /&gt;Should it shift to a new frontier in scandal;&lt;br /&gt;How light caresses innocence buds of rose candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn red! burn red rose, roses - I plead;&lt;br /&gt;Keep my eyes on painted heart's blood bleed;&lt;br /&gt;Roses fills a heart as beauty to the brain;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing and uncomparing beauty contained;&lt;br /&gt;Whereabouts time colors a Rome's fair;&lt;br /&gt;Not of broken love as of one who cares;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow leaves after the conquest of rose petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full rose day producing a charm instead;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet evolves to smooth mile white - no jealousy - no dread;&lt;br /&gt;To run into the welcoming peppermint sand elation;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down to coil with thorns of one's pride;&lt;br /&gt;Still to remember a private flowers bold of blushing tides;&lt;br /&gt;Full of blossom and gray ruby corals;&lt;br /&gt;Withing my breast, a hundred red colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of a rose that drops in the grass;&lt;br /&gt;Folds of  pretty girls whose softness is worth looking at;&lt;br /&gt;Hours in thick accented air;&lt;br /&gt;Voices that runs to the scent lingering there;&lt;br /&gt;Has made red impressions with feelings reflecting comfortably;&lt;br /&gt;Opens and burns quickly into discovery;&lt;br /&gt;An envelope with a secret love letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To never tire and ecstasy meek lipstick wetter;&lt;br /&gt;The scent should climb higher into the clouds;&lt;br /&gt;In an abundant of rose smells - roses abound;&lt;br /&gt;She should dare as freely and whisper;&lt;br /&gt;Mystical things and dieties of jasper;&lt;br /&gt;Enflame is the flagrant flower of the soul;&lt;br /&gt;Uncoiling its face in need of a beautiful rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe bigger than a mountain;&lt;br /&gt;As enchanting as angels that from your hand;&lt;br /&gt;Walking above us - among us - about us;&lt;br /&gt;There comes the sound that leaps until;&lt;br /&gt;Come beauty, come full, beauty what may;&lt;br /&gt;Into light and into the sky of day;&lt;br /&gt;No lack of the sun, it paints a beautiful image of a rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In magnificant admiration, my love before and after time unfolds;&lt;br /&gt;A strength seemingly strong a superior prose;&lt;br /&gt;Of long and endless affection juxtapose;&lt;br /&gt;Courting its worth first with one bird then a cool flower;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a howl to a fulfilling moon shower;&lt;br /&gt;Soft place in fusion, tingling profusion;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet of one's soul - eye's dew;&lt;br /&gt;Born to the sentiments of rose perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best thoughts of love grows;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet modesty kiss a lovely rose;&lt;br /&gt;From these lips of mine love with no fault;&lt;br /&gt;One's heart can never question or throw it out;&lt;br /&gt;A heart without air, a rose, born to spring;&lt;br /&gt;Love unfolds and it is of real things;&lt;br /&gt;Spring fever has become a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image in memory a life;&lt;br /&gt;Whose wings fly and branch long and wide;&lt;br /&gt;A rose with music with stems and exquisite scent;&lt;br /&gt;Has made me sore - farwell to care and strength;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me captive in my mind a confidence;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't not think of where it went;&lt;br /&gt;To nature and its grace blossoms and ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch its falling heart - year after year;&lt;br /&gt;Its breath, a breeze in water and tears;&lt;br /&gt;So fills my soul with words put in a cup;&lt;br /&gt;Today its juice a volcano to erupt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment parks into luminous site;&lt;br /&gt;Like human clay, when molded tight;&lt;br /&gt;A sculpture of landscapes into the grooves in my mind- a slow glide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my behavior annoyed;&lt;br /&gt;Without laughter my eyes are void;&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest thing comes fear more wanting without voice;&lt;br /&gt;No human shade dark yet moist;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate steals dawn stings the eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking thick with confusion and lies;&lt;br /&gt;Voices fill with alarms and fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a moon fades my anger in an aurora;&lt;br /&gt;A light beckons God;&lt;br /&gt;A fascination gauzes me and suddenly unleashed;&lt;br /&gt;A heart into hours torn pages released;&lt;br /&gt;Sends hours of elegance with case erupted;&lt;br /&gt;Symphonic trumpets and flutes play unscripted;&lt;br /&gt;Rose fastening to the cooling of my body encrypted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light has given me answers;&lt;br /&gt;To never turn the other way;&lt;br /&gt;Be in time bright eyes that fears nothing wanting;&lt;br /&gt;Place my hands on open doors haunting;&lt;br /&gt;Gates shall open to pass  -to sea and fire weather;&lt;br /&gt;And I in motion not falling to pieces and become weakened.&lt;br /&gt;Go deeper into water  - set my heart upon the good of man's web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am I with reason instead;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the wind the wheels - of time well bred;&lt;br /&gt;Heralding questions in my head;&lt;br /&gt;Like light, like chorus whistling;&lt;br /&gt;So swept in lover’s cold glistening;&lt;br /&gt;Senses spoken tears bathing in rain;&lt;br /&gt;Whistle endless hour in and endless gain;&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon roses, God has given me  -is born again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2421869727785885165?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2421869727785885165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2421869727785885165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/rose-aisles.html' title='Rose Aisles'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-8901676467676784960</id><published>2010-03-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:36:27.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Angel Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>She -&lt;br /&gt;follows  - looking;&lt;br /&gt;in windows  - wonders&lt;br /&gt;if heaven will flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She -&lt;br /&gt;truest child;&lt;br /&gt;in a sphere;&lt;br /&gt;of clarity with eternity;&lt;br /&gt;in merciful angel church sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-8901676467676784960?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8901676467676784960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/8901676467676784960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/angel-sanctuary.html' title='Angel Sanctuary'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-937296780925002679</id><published>2010-03-26T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:33:47.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>She Walks</title><content type='html'>One way or another - she walks in love to the point of death;&lt;br /&gt;A new creation, gone first and returns;&lt;br /&gt;As ready a thousand years releasing with tears;&lt;br /&gt;Releasing her clothes confronted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deeper pain so hard yet;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps her promise because;&lt;br /&gt;She walks in heaven without dying;&lt;br /&gt;Extreme in offering her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-937296780925002679?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/937296780925002679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/937296780925002679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-walks.html' title='She Walks'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-7740561303785365688</id><published>2010-03-22T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:07:18.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Dear Hollow Breath</title><content type='html'>If I pass your way, I want to hear you say;&lt;br /&gt;How you have borrowed me and left your marks;&lt;br /&gt;How you have washed my tears in rolling waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ask you, I want to hear you say;&lt;br /&gt;Whose birth is left me to hell and has embraced the bed I lay;&lt;br /&gt;He has been there for me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a proud whisper, I want to hear you say;&lt;br /&gt;I will wear him as passing clouds who is naked before me;&lt;br /&gt;In a crowd, I will cry, I want to hear you say;&lt;br /&gt;I will be his crown for every pain that burns on his face - because it is he  - who loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-7740561303785365688?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7740561303785365688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/7740561303785365688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-hollow-breath.html' title='Dear Hollow Breath'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3248860663868511085</id><published>2010-03-22T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:39:27.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Arching Poet</title><content type='html'>As a arching poet, I was a moth.&lt;br /&gt;In good time loving, a captivating song.&lt;br /&gt;As further as the skies into the light.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by all a silver mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further than myself a vision in northwind breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Calm as could be imagine a garden of fleshy mystery.&lt;br /&gt;In clothes so wrapped around the flood of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lively, no end.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a light and became a saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3248860663868511085?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3248860663868511085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3248860663868511085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/arching-poet.html' title='Arching Poet'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4752461221712519001</id><published>2010-03-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:26:20.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>chocolate chip cookie</title><content type='html'>god gave me a chocolate chip cookie;&lt;br /&gt;the best chocolate chip cookie - I've ever tasted;&lt;br /&gt;thinking for the moment the taste was gorgeous;&lt;br /&gt;it held my sky and earth together;&lt;br /&gt;it held my skin together;&lt;br /&gt;it stuck in my soul;&lt;br /&gt;so sharply&lt;br /&gt;forever beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4752461221712519001?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4752461221712519001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4752461221712519001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/chocolate-chip-cookie.html' title='chocolate chip cookie'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-5557900178801092491</id><published>2010-03-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:20:39.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Her Lips</title><content type='html'>Her lips are covered with snow;&lt;br /&gt;She expects her beating heart to note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With humming hearts;&lt;br /&gt;His lips are covered with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild of affection;&lt;br /&gt;Heals the moments drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lips have movement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-5557900178801092491?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5557900178801092491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/5557900178801092491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-lips.html' title='Her Lips'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-684645809099601433</id><published>2010-03-21T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:18:25.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Beauty to My Eyes</title><content type='html'>first love in two years;&lt;br /&gt;a bird without; now has song;&lt;br /&gt;twenty by the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-684645809099601433?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/684645809099601433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/684645809099601433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/beauty-to-my-eyes.html' title='Beauty to My Eyes'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-2519826357132831962</id><published>2010-03-21T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:17:01.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Keep Close</title><content type='html'>a pond like a faucet;&lt;br /&gt;a mouth collecting water;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a faucet of mankind;&lt;br /&gt;bathes and washes in a flat and calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-2519826357132831962?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2519826357132831962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/2519826357132831962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/keep-close.html' title='Keep Close'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-4983358401313692973</id><published>2010-03-21T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:14:39.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Memory of Music</title><content type='html'>A first morning, &lt;br /&gt;rolls of roses&lt;br /&gt;drop down&lt;br /&gt;over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first bird,&lt;br /&gt;deepest down&lt;br /&gt;a downward drop&lt;br /&gt;into a peak&lt;br /&gt;away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first song,&lt;br /&gt;for oxygen&lt;br /&gt;falls below&lt;br /&gt;shape of wind, my mind&lt;br /&gt;shape of may&lt;br /&gt;into the deepest pocket&lt;br /&gt;comes together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first hour,&lt;br /&gt;still falling into&lt;br /&gt;the reaching hands&lt;br /&gt;when the blow reaches;&lt;br /&gt;the rolls of roses drop down&lt;br /&gt;in the deepest pocket down&lt;br /&gt;on the back of falling love&lt;br /&gt;it all comes together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-4983358401313692973?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4983358401313692973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/4983358401313692973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/memory-of-music.html' title='Memory of Music'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-739350609931323926</id><published>2010-03-21T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:10:20.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Septolet by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Lesser Gods</title><content type='html'>lesser of a god&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore&lt;br /&gt;inside less&lt;br /&gt;alot yes always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-739350609931323926?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/739350609931323926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/739350609931323926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesser-gods.html' title='Lesser Gods'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-92181530623888606</id><published>2010-03-21T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:09:03.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Septolet by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>by chance...</title><content type='html'>by chance&lt;br /&gt;inside late rare&lt;br /&gt;beautiful -&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of something&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;surely wherever beautiful - where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-92181530623888606?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/92181530623888606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/92181530623888606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/by-chance.html' title='by chance...'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-9194256088507154687</id><published>2010-03-21T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:22:23.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>I Want to Shake</title><content type='html'>I want to shake the world for tears.&lt;br /&gt;I dream as I dance and bask in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;The fellow who forgot me I forgive.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shake the world for tears.&lt;br /&gt;The fellow who said "I love you" lives.&lt;br /&gt;As I go one last time in doubt and shadow.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shake the world for tears.&lt;br /&gt;I dream as I dance and bask in the wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-9194256088507154687?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/9194256088507154687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/9194256088507154687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-shake.html' title='I Want to Shake'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-6046548908638845406</id><published>2010-03-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:04:20.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>May...</title><content type='html'>May cometh the night.&lt;br /&gt;In terms so calm and so dark.&lt;br /&gt;Into the danger toward the graces mark.&lt;br /&gt;May cometh the night.&lt;br /&gt;Into the life like a full bottle of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;So tender life shall pass into nature's calling.&lt;br /&gt;May cometh the night.&lt;br /&gt;In terms so calm and dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-6046548908638845406?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6046548908638845406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/6046548908638845406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/may.html' title='May...'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3064815896664851105</id><published>2010-03-21T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:01:43.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Lover of Beauty</title><content type='html'>When beauty cries beauty worthy;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty life - mother humanity;&lt;br /&gt;Eye witness beautiful words heals with activity;&lt;br /&gt;Such things as whole hearts confess beauty;&lt;br /&gt;Believe beauty as beauty's authority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3064815896664851105?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3064815896664851105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3064815896664851105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/lover-of-beauty.html' title='Lover of Beauty'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-1531582200759106613</id><published>2010-03-21T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:58:58.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Curving Softness of Authority</title><content type='html'>Lets run the water;&lt;br /&gt;curving softness of authority;&lt;br /&gt;curving crystals that hold your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-1531582200759106613?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1531582200759106613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/1531582200759106613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/curving-softness-of-authority.html' title='Curving Softness of Authority'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-3165634666700534969</id><published>2010-03-21T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:57:06.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Liberated Love</title><content type='html'>very male and female&lt;br /&gt;until female begins&lt;br /&gt;the smell of he in the conversation is weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to cook&lt;br /&gt;to run the water&lt;br /&gt;to clean something&lt;br /&gt;to do the laundry&lt;br /&gt;to fix a meal for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pants off your ass&lt;br /&gt;where from tightness, invincibility begins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-3165634666700534969?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3165634666700534969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/3165634666700534969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/liberated-love.html' title='Liberated Love'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990649301600071900.post-791649337479476814</id><published>2010-03-21T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:27:19.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem by Laverne Pacquire'/><title type='text'>Best Lover</title><content type='html'>I want to have your&lt;br /&gt;hands and mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and put your hands on my real feelings!&lt;br /&gt;Better by every "I think"&lt;br /&gt;More pleasant by a cheap "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just collect the money&lt;br /&gt;and some might say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its's only business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990649301600071900-791649337479476814?l=lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/791649337479476814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990649301600071900/posts/default/791649337479476814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepoetrypages.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-lover.html' title='Best Lover'/><author><name>Laverne Pacquire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521795181320877778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
