this piece received the Editor's Choice Award
and is the first piece in the hardcover volume
Forever Spoken
Goddess of the Senses
The universe
Knowing there are infinite possibilities
Put the Goddess of the Senses on my path
So that I might take her by the hand
And share with her new tastes, touches, sights, sounds
Growing understanding
Building wisdom and joy
Creating a new and more beautiful universe
Bob Bevard
Copyright ©2007 by Bob Bevard
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
World Changing
When I hear your laugh
When I feel your smile
When I play with your mind
When I know the warm
The warm, the warm
That makes her, her
The World-My World
Is a better place
The dreams
The work
The care
The love
Things that are needed
The necessary things
To make My World-The World
She freely gives
Together
Our minds play
Our minds consider
Our minds ponder and dance
When this happens
When we truly share
I wonder about the ways
The World changes Her World
Copyright ©2007 Bob Bevard
When I feel your smile
When I play with your mind
When I know the warm
The warm, the warm
That makes her, her
The World-My World
Is a better place
The dreams
The work
The care
The love
Things that are needed
The necessary things
To make My World-The World
She freely gives
Together
Our minds play
Our minds consider
Our minds ponder and dance
When this happens
When we truly share
I wonder about the ways
The World changes Her World
Copyright ©2007 Bob Bevard
Monday, September 17, 2007
Little Easy
I wander through New Orleans
A City I have known
A place I have played
A place I have loved
The City takes me by the hand
She leads me through
The Quarter, The Marina
And more, much more
I taste the delectable
I sip the nectar
I listen to the music
I see the beauteous artwork
I view what is left
And what is not
I wonder, wonder Why?
Why bother, why try?
The City isn't there anymore
But it is...
I will keep coming back
To have the City take me by the hand
To wander through New Orleans
To play
To love
To watch and to see
How they bother
How they try
To make the Place That Care Forgot
Live, Play, Love, Sing, and Dance
As I wander through New Orleans
I understand-Care Remembers
I know-if I can wander through
New Orleans is!
BB 9-05-2007
Copyright ©2007 Bob Bevard
A City I have known
A place I have played
A place I have loved
The City takes me by the hand
She leads me through
The Quarter, The Marina
And more, much more
I taste the delectable
I sip the nectar
I listen to the music
I see the beauteous artwork
I view what is left
And what is not
I wonder, wonder Why?
Why bother, why try?
The City isn't there anymore
But it is...
I will keep coming back
To have the City take me by the hand
To wander through New Orleans
To play
To love
To watch and to see
How they bother
How they try
To make the Place That Care Forgot
Live, Play, Love, Sing, and Dance
As I wander through New Orleans
I understand-Care Remembers
I know-if I can wander through
New Orleans is!
BB 9-05-2007
Copyright ©2007 Bob Bevard
Forever Friend
I hear her voice,
I know she is hard at work.
She hears my voice,
I feel her smile.
That special smile,
Which began oh-so-long ago,
And oh-so-far away,
Yet still, in an instant, it is mine.
I listen to her words,
My mind dances with her thoughts,
She knows...
I begin to understand
That special smile
Her heart,
Her warmth,
Her spirit,
My joy
Forever....
Bob Bevard
8-29-2007 2:34 a.m.
Copyright ©2007 Bob Bevard
I know she is hard at work.
She hears my voice,
I feel her smile.
That special smile,
Which began oh-so-long ago,
And oh-so-far away,
Yet still, in an instant, it is mine.
I listen to her words,
My mind dances with her thoughts,
She knows...
I begin to understand
That special smile
Her heart,
Her warmth,
Her spirit,
My joy
Forever....
Bob Bevard
8-29-2007 2:34 a.m.
Copyright ©2007 Bob Bevard
Friday, August 24, 2007
Awakening
AWAKENING
The velvet blackness
Flecked with gold
Slowly, oh so slowly
Turns velvety purple
And into deep, deep red
Her rich blood courses hotly
The sun begins to rise
The day emerges
And the love,the passion,the joy,
Envelop her as she slowly awakens,
Knowing that she is safe and at peace,
Yet still a thousand dances and a million adventures to come
An uncountable number of firsts yet to be shared
As his heart touches her mind, her heart, her spirit...
Copyright ©2007 Bob Bevard
Saturday, August 4, 2007
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