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When I first met you;
I could see the stars glistening in your green eyes;
It's as if my heart stood still for a moment in time as I became mesmerized;
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Anniversary of the first touch;
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Pleasure without pain;
Gain without loss;
Love with no restraint;
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The Will to Power (theory of Frederick Nietzsche) (poem written by me)

Human beings fight and scrape to impose their will to power
Instanteously upon entering the world through birth;
Declaring their entrance the ultimate hour;
They demand to dominate the earth.

Visible in but a mere babe;
Revealed in an infant's wailing cries;
For the pleasures of getting their way;
When vying for their mother's time.

Apparent in a toddler's rage;
When fighting for a cookie or toy;
In the violence they engage;
Whether it's girl or boy.

No means they won't employ;
They will kick, scream and fight;
For a momentary treat or joy;
Even will pull hair and bite.

And as they grow with age;
Some things stay the same;
Their methods are just as dangerous;
They play to win the game.

Who can get the biggest slice of pie?;
Or the cutest date for the prom;
They will even tell a lie;
Or steal from their Mom.

Then they graduate and join the rat race;
Where there are bigger and better prizes;
The lure of fortune and fame;
The masses it entices.

Fancy cars and lovely houses;
Bigger and better play things;
Human will this espouses;
In silver and gold bling blings.

Moving on to even more harmful deeds;
They pilgrimage and rape the land;
For money and greed commit atrocities;
Acts of war at the hands of man.

Humans say, "Me, me, me".
From birth unto death;
The planet is here to fulfil my destiny;
For this I will never rest.

I witnessed all this in child's play;
The violence of a human being;
Is as clear to me as day;
And as natural as breathing.

Author: Rozabel Langford
Written: Feb. 22, 2017

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The politics of contention;
Too confusing to mask;
A full comprehension;
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It is said that love does not hurt;
That rejection, abuse, and cheating are the cause of pain;
But love is hard work;
And makes you feel insane.

I'm here to tell you real love hurts often;
Because it requires sacrifice;
A giving up of self to soften;
Hardened hearts of ice.

Angry voices insist on their own way;
Someone has to give in or give up;
Or compromise to stay;
In a happy, healthy love.

You cannot expect love without some rain;
But you can look for the rainbow;
You cannot expect joy without some pain;
But you can create a high for every low.

Love is a merry go round of ups and downs;
Your head may spin forever more;
True love knows no bounds;
And will shake you to the core.

It's a lie that love doesn't hurt;
Many tears you will cry;
For love's true worth;
Is measured by the size of your sacrifice.

Author: Rozabel K Langford
Written: Feb. 20, 2017.

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My Luke is such a joy to know;
He has his own radiant inner glow;
That radiates upon others who dare;
To wander into his space to share.

He is handsome and full of light;
He is the moon who shines bright at night;
He's strong and works to pay his way;
Luke knows how to work and play.

He was a quiet loving babe so mild;
Who grew into a boy who's wild;
With a zeal for life beyond compare;
And a free spirit that is quite rare.

His hazel eyes and boyish smile make the girls swoon;
Luke approaches life like a typhoon;
Yet soft in heart with plenty of room;
Luke is a colorful flower garden in full bloom.

He dons tattoos on his chest and arms;
Bespeaking a love that forever warms;
Of God and family who own his heart;
A love and faith that sets Luke apart.

He jokes around and entertains;
He's the sunshine after the rains;
As an effervescent rainbow;
My son Luke has stole the show.

Luke loves to play his music loud;
He always stands out in a crowd;
He's unique and one of a kind;
The single rose in the garden to find.

Luke is this mother's dream;
This son of mine makes me beam;
With pride and joy for his birth;
Luke is the salt of the earth.

More than I could have imagined;
Luke is a young man of passion;
Shining with a future bright and bold;
I can only envision what his future holds.

He's so bright he entertains angels in the night;
They see him coming they halt mid flight;
Unbeknownst to him the angels sing and dance to the rhythm of his heart beat;
And direct and protect the paths of his feet.

I love my son of limitless happy vibe;
I love my son's love for his tribe;
No happier could this mother be;
The day Luke David was born to me.

Thank you powers that be;
For giving this special son to me.
Like a tree that never stops growing strong and free;
I love my son Luke eternally.

Author: Rhonda K Langford
Written: Feb. 14, 2017.

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Your face is an art for my eyes to frame;
Your charm is my pleasantry how;
Your presence is wild and untamed;
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Redbird, Redbird (Shakespeare's Sonnet Form)

Redbird, Redbird, What have ye now to say?
Did ye take my love to my beau this day?
And if thee did, what say ye did thou find?
What say ye present on mine lover's mind?
Did he say he loves me and I am fine?
Did he say he's alright and he is mine?
Did he say he would love me for all time?
Did he send a hug to hold me at night?
And a kiss to wake me at first morn light?
If he did, send one back to let him feel;
That the warmth of the love I send is real;
It is bright and warm as the sunshine's ray.
Take ye my lover, my sonnet today.
Redbird, Redbird, Hurry, Fly, fly away;

Author: Rozabel Langford
Written: July, 4, 2016.

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Hope is but a Cruel Dame

Despairing the loss my angels;
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