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A Dream for Real….

This dream I had, was so incredibly real.

Just like hours before, your embrace I did feel.

You wondered why you feel,

the way that you do about me.

As usual, the answer,

was plain to see.

You told me you had,

such a strong urge to kiss.

We can no longer wait,

to unleash the passion we miss.

I awoke to realize,

it was all in my mind.

Your familiar expression,

was not here for me to find.

A dream or not,

this happened for real.

I guess it’s a reminder,

of all the things for you I feel.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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When I Was Born…

I was born on a humid day in June,

my new eyes danced a hopeful tune,

the wordless song, of a baby’s croon.

At first glance, how my mother swooned,

filled with the joy of life’s loving spoon.

The world seemed to pause at my arrival,

so dependent on others for my survival.

With eyes wide open, I looked all around,

at this new place, I had somehow found.

This woman who stared, with eyes that adored,

I felt all the love her heart eagerly poured.

How I wished I could tell her, that I loved her too,

with the innocent sound of my infant ‘coo’.

She seemed unsure about what to do,

but her loving expression said, “how I love you”.

How happy was I, in my world anew!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

***This poem was inspired by a ‘prompt’ I received in a class I’m taking on Saturday mornings. We were asked to describe the day we were born through our own eyes. This is what I came up with….hope you enjoy it!

It’s a Good Thing….

It’s a good thing when two people really care,

about each others feelings and the life that they share.

It’s a good thing when two people can be honest and true,

while looking forward to all the things they can do.

Together as one, a dynamic team indeed,

while devouring the energy on which they feed.

Together they know there’s nothing they can’t do,

the uniqueness of their bond is rare and few.

It’s a good thing when ‘trust’ reigns supreme,

to provide a strong platform to support this team.

It’s a good thing when two people are on the same page,

similar opinions on life; no matter their age.

It’s a good thing when men can truly come clean,

and do what they say and say what they mean.

It’s easy to say what a woman wants to hear,

the halfhearted attempts to conceal the fear.

The fear of revealing the true person they are,

afraid of being judged; not being up to par.

It’s a good thing to realize the truth lies within,

it will set them free to be a man among men.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

There Is Room For Your Gifts…

Everyone has a gift,

for which there’s plenty of room.

Be it a talent for writing,

or creating scents and perfumes.

We all have the ability

to shine bright as can be,

but we must acknowledge the worth,

that everyone else can see.

You may think your words,

fall limp on deaf ears.

Unknowingly giving weight,

to the root of your fears.

Until you accept,

that your gifts have a space,

talents remain hidden, in an undisclosed place.

There is room for your gifts,

so please have a seat.

Your talents are needed,

for a world complete!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Heartstrings…

Heartstrings plucked lightly,

intensity based on life events.

Each string uniquely singular,

with its own melodic sound.

Joy & laughter playfully tickle,

while another string strums a melancholy tone of sadness,

Anger binds the heartstrings together,

into one solemn chord.

Louder,louder into maddening unison,

until, SNAP…the quiet noise

of heartstrings silenced.

One by one, each string vibrates,

yearning for its former individuality

that familiar sound….echoing back.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Appeal of a Hardworking Man…

There’s nothing more appealing than a hardworking man,

with a purpose-filled vision and well-laid plan.

These things were mirrored when you introduced yourself,

your driven work ethic; the root of your wealth.

The confidence you displayed was solid and direct.

You approached me like a gentleman and came correct.

For you knew I’d be accepting of nothing less,

and neither would you; also deserving the best.

Our conversation clicked like a wrench to a screw.

There was something in me that reached out to you.

As you whispered your desires deep into my ear,

I could feel your energy as you pulled me near.

I detect that your past has taught you a lot,

while you dodged the bullets that life has shot.

When you least expect it, the tables can turn.

You are life’s willing student, always ready to learn.

There’s nothing wrong with being a hardworking man,

independent and capable, has direction and a plan.

So keep being you and never be still,

I have every confidence that you will!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall