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My name is Zachary Randle I have been writing poetry since I was 14 my grandmother Ruth Randle turned me onto it and I have been writing ever since. I mainly write love poems but I write others as well and I truly enjoy it and I hope other people will enjoy my poetry too.

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A woman of God gentle and kind a soul who's spirit doth remind, remind us all to be good and kind to see past ourselves in a world that is blind her soul does shine.Making us all wish for the holy spirit to climb. In this world filled with strife her words touch the heart and lifts the soul making all feel whole. Though time doth pass and age comes a blessed soul among all she blessed by the one for no soul would she berate or shun. Upon reaching this year we come together that we may hear. Hear of a life blessed by the Lord. May your days be blessed by the song of the sacred chord played above for he the Lord.
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I watch with searching eyes whilst within my heart cries. To hear the joy in their laugh and see the smile within their hearts it drives me mad and tears me apart. In the past with blind eyes I gazed upon her who was ever good and kind with only civil mind and now my heart cries. A joy she carried within now breathing and living her blood kin she the warm-hearted mother of a child so filled with light a pair of souls who illuminate the night. In my heart, I cry and in vain try to forget yet only to feel deeper regret. The present filled with sorrow I force my heart to see the morrow ever filled with my minds sorrow. The lives I watch from afar are filled with joy a love I longed for even as a boy. From my past, I run but to what I know naught for this life with which sorrow is fraught. I see I long to have shown what I now carry in my heart yet I would not tear their love apart. The sire of her light I commend for their sake my heart I must end for honor I bear and to God I swear I will let my passion die for I cannot bear to cause them pain I cannot bear to hear them cry. In the past I thought I would be with two such as them and together build a home yet I have neither lover nor child to call my own my heart is empty I am alone.
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Oh for love oh for bliss for her sweet tender kiss she the Iris. To long for her love she as pure as a dove. In the night she doth shine and for her love he doth pine. In her dreams see doth she him and they do love and share in sin. Both their of their houses foes  she of the Iris and of the Rose in fair Verona as it goes. In the night into her dreams and sleep they do love true and deep
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Through the night as the wealthy sleep takes to the streets. Through misty shadows he stalks his heart racing his masked face grinning his body cloaked his voice choked back burning to gloat as swift as a wind blown leaf stalking the night a great thief. The guards of the prince seek his blood for he drags their names through the mud. Day and night they search palace and keep and seek all secrets dark and deep. A secret Known to a selected few a secret they solemnly keep. All stand under the  banner of the rose in fair verona as it goes. As he sneaks home his pockets run deep his hands claiming what the wicked have both sowen and reaped. His quick hands claim and gain feuling the death facing game. As comes the time for the stars to sleep the sun doth rise shining through the city illuminating all dark and deep. Thus through the fading shadows he doth creep both sack and pockets heavy and deep. Filled with jewels and gold bright as the suns glow and they upon those in need he doth bestow. A rose in the night to the wicked he doth plight a plague in the night to all who strayed from good and right even the crest of the Iris ever challenging the rose for might. He the of the rose noble in blood and name not a common theif as are the greedy both petty and ever hungry to gain. To the safety of home he doth retreat climbing a wall above the street through the window he doth climb greeted by bed warmth and sweet wine. The guards below seething in defeat ever cursing the elusive thief. At last he doth shed his cloak and mask and in the warmth of home he doth bask. yet inside he doth feel cold despite being daring and bold. As always he feels alone weary cold and sorrowful to the bone. For his heart doth ever ache as though it felt the poison of the snake. A nameless pain he felt from the time he was born wholly in his heart plaguing him from the start. As day doth break he reflects upon his compulsive task looking upon his dark mask. taking to the streets in the night an endless search for his own light. A cure to sooth his nameless pain yet she is a foe to his name. Until that night of fate when they shall meet he will take to the streets seeking his light in the misty night. He his a raven in the night eluding all who would see him to the gallows he known to all as the prince of shadows.
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To God I ask why. Why am I tricked by my minds eye. Cursed to see lies and deception cursed to have no control or perception. In the dead of night I cry why me why must I suffer needlessly. I cry I pray day after day yet I know not what to say. All I can do is hope, hope and pray this cure will be broken one day. For inside I cry inside I long to die. To feel deaths release to at last be granted peace.
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Lust desire this burning fire Oh for my hearts desire. Oh the passion oh the heat feeling so warm and sweet my longing. Ah passion lips so sweet oh how I long for our lips to meet. Oh love oh Grace how you do make my heart race. Oh passion oh heat your lips so sweet. Eyes of green lips red oh beauty as I have said. Oh at thine touch I quake and to sweet dreams I wake. Oh for my love I sing and as I do angels take wing. Oh for Grace oh for you my love will be true.
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Fire,fire burning bright doth set the maids heart alight. Born of war blood and pain she was the key to their gain. In the days of fear loss and plight she did step forward a guiding light. Tender as the rose and yet strong as the sword her path Our Fathers hand guiding her forward. Into the the fray with all her might she did inspire all to fight. Through selfless deeds did she set the land free and did make way for Royal decree. Yet betrayal did claim her fate set in dungeons hearth and grate alone did she wait a lions heart she did hold inside clear to all who judge and lie. By false words was her fate sealed. By unholy decree was death called for all to see In the fire she was sent through the flames did she forgive and and met her end as her soul did ascend. Fire fire burning bright it did not claim her light through true hearts and kind eyes she did ascend on hight and now that through time for all to see she does stand saintly. Dedicated to Joan of Arc.
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Oh passion oh passionate fire how hot burns this raging desire. Oh how I do taste the honey of thine lips the sweet sensation that comes from thy touch so warm and tender you doth so feel of ember. Oh my heart the lust within is turning to sin. This desire within the passion the heat oh thy lips so sweet. Thy love is my desire oh the flame doth burn higher. Oh for thy touch thine embrace the hearts race. Oh for thy body so warm and tender so hot as a burning ember. Oh my love my sweet tender dove come to me that we might lock in lock in love.
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Fire fire burning bright stoke burn and become light. Fire fire burning bright stoke burn and illuminate my sight. Fire fire burning bright stoke burn and wamr my night. Fire fire burn bright slay shadows and become my light. So strong so warm so precious to my sight. The fire light.
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In Rosaline is a glow as bright as the sunshines as it rises as magnificent as the starry sky. As Rosaline is as beautiful as the sunset shine this is no lie for no one speaks of her beauty more truthfully than I. For nothing can compare to to Rosaline walking hand in hand with me in this sunset by the sea. As the clouds fly over me as does Rosaline for she is a true angel to me. There is no sight fairer than she.
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