heart

Heart For Sale

Folder: 
Notes on Love

Its worn

Its torn

Its got a cut or two

It cant serve me well

Locked deep in a cell

I hope it works better for you

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MATTERS OF THE HEART

Folder: 
LOVE KNOTS

In
matters
of
the
heart
emotions
must be
dealt
with.

It's
you and
I
no one
else
is
permitted.

If true
love
emerges
from this.

respect
and
trust
must
come
into
play.

If not
this
relationship
will
cease
to be.

longings
and
desires
must
surface.

all
yesterdays
must be
dealt
with.

for
a
tomorrow
to
exist.

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

All yesterday's must be dealt with for a tomorrow to exist.

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The Looking Glass

Folder: 
Just a thought!

The Looking Glass

Peeking through The Looking Glass
To forge the distant miles
Seeking hope and sharing dreams
We trade our thoughts and smiles
Some are very dear to us
We chance to call them friend
A special voice within our heart
We put our trust in them
In search of love or just a friend
Taking stock in all their faces
Our time is spent within the glass
To fill the empty spaces
Be thoughtful, true and honest
With your daily search endeavor
And you might find, deep in the glass
A friend, who will last forever

by Barry Anderson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Simply about being honest and truthful when making a friend!"

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Whispers of Love

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Just a thought!

Whispers of Love

It’s hard to believe
Someone loves you this much
Only faces and words
And never a touch
I’d say, couldn’t be true
If you’d ask me before
But you opened my heart
And stepped thru the door
Whispers of Love
From a sweet Angel’s voice
Touching my soul
Without thought or a choice
Your passion is endless
I’ve been blessed from above
Trembling and breathless
I give you my love

by Barry Anderson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A face or a voice in the crowd'

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Silence

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

social justice, for

dying humankind's

well-being globally, 

for fertile farmlands

and humane harvest. 

Inequality blooms!

Silence! You don't 

count! 

 

Church bells are silently

ringing at the distance.

Temple bells are also 

ringing. And Mosque 

calls mingle with these 

ringing bells alive. 


I can hear the women
and men singing. I hear 

humankind singing: 
I can hear you from
Essertines. I can hear

you from Nigeria!

I can hear you from

Mexico! I can hear

you from these United

States of America!

I am 

human! 

I am

red

b

l

o

o

d

!

 

I can hear you from
the woods. I can hear 

you from this earth!

I am uncounted

human! 

 

I can hear your voice
from the other village.
Yet, you are so far
away. But I am still

human unloved! 

 

But with the clustered
brilliance of your waving
hair, you will come in
silence. 

 

At the warmth of the
evening sun, you will
smile in silence. I too
will watch in silence.  

 

Night shall come with
golden lamps to give
you hope and unforgotten
love with cherishment;
to give you the silence
of yearning hearts walking
the lush landscape of my
beckoning soul: 

 

That loving mutness in
sweet sad silence seen 

across our breathing 

blue earth!

 

There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

resilience, for soothing

social justice, for fresh 

farming and harvest, 

for dying humankind's

well-being, globally!

Inequality is King!

Skin colour brightly 

bars in hidden

hearts! 

 

Silence! 

Silence!  

Silence!

 

Yet, I can hear your

handsome hate from

the

w

o

u

n

d

e

d

w

o

o

d

s