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Post by davidkessel on Aug 29, 2003 8:16:11 GMT -5
Hello, I am an artist painting on Internet-related topics. Here are samples of my work: www.ArtAboutTheWeb.comMost of my present artworks are on canvas and done in acrylic. These aretworks are great for prints, posters, etc to be sold to computer users worldwide. I am looking for marketing help. Sincerely, Dave |
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Post by Helen Doan on Dec 23, 2004 15:06:56 GMT -5
A POEM FROM BOOK "IF LOVE CAN SPEAK"
By H.D. ELIJAH, ISBN 1-4033-5556-8
Available to order at all bookstore websites.
I see the leaves flutter
and it stung my eyes with tears
I ask why for wind came
When it didn't bring you here?
I hear those haunting cries
Of laughters running cold
And voices that can't find
their custom way to home
With images forgotten
And restless truths, untold,
Ghostly footsteps trodden
From memories ago...
It's no wonder clear ahead
Are nights thirsting for dews
Nights yenning to forget
The need to be with you.
The day when such agony
can gratify this wait
And avail my flow of tears
to route out my escape
When love fetters me no more
No more shall I covet
The heart that's always yours
and what of mine you kept.
When pain shackles in regress
Unlearning what I know...
I must've died a thousand deaths
before my letting go.
I see the passing of dreams
and it broke me down in tears.
I ask why for Dreams came
when they didn't bring you here?
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Post by Helen Doan on Dec 23, 2004 15:28:56 GMT -5
A POEM FROM BOOK "IF LOVE CAN SPEAK"
By H.D. ELIJAH, ISBN 1-4033-5556-8
Available to order at all bookstore websites.
I see the leaves flutter
and it stung my eyes with tears
I ask why for wind came
When it didn't bring you here?
I hear those haunting cries
Of laughters running cold
And voices that can't find
their custom way to home
With images forgotten
And restless truths, untold,
Ghostly footsteps trodden
From memories ago...
It's no wonder clear ahead
Are nights thirsting for dews
Nights yenning to forget
The need to be with you.
The day when such agony
can gratify this wait
And avail my flow of tears
to route out my escape
When love fetters me no more
No more shall I covet
The heart that's always yours
and what of mine you kept.
When pain shackles in regress
Unlearning what I know...
I must've died a thousand deaths
before my letting go.
I see the passing of dreams
and it broke me down in tears.
I ask why for Dreams came
when they didn't bring you here?
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Post by Helen Doan on Jan 3, 2005 21:01:20 GMT -5
A POEM FROM BOOK "IF LOVE CAN SPEAK" By H.D. ELIJAH, ISBN 1-4033-5556-8 Available to order at all bookstore websites. For more info and sample poetry from the book, Go to: poetrypoem.com/iflovecanspeak TOUCH ME NOW Touch me now if never shall I wake again to feel Such fiery in a fire ... the burn of your appeal. Keep your body pressed to mine, and dissuade me to resist The wanting in your eyes, the needing of your kiss And I'll hold you in my arms, my swollen heart and soul... So to have my lover's warmth, his heated breath, before I go Caress me with a sigh dwelling from a hungered kiss That goads me not to shy from such tremors on my lips. I will settle unto you ...this hopeless fantasy... Like that and dreams attuned You, dear, were made for me. O'... I don't suppose a lifetime Could ever mean so much If I, in turn, resign, longing for my lover's touch. Thence, let me feel again, though be it not enough The rush, the ache... the pain... ...the yearning for your love. |
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