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Review: Saudade by B.L. Ronan

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Title: Saudade
Author: B.L. Ronan
Genre: Poetry
Rating: 5/5 Stars
Published: May 11, 2013

~Synopsis ~

Saudade is a collection of poetry that recounts my journey of healing through the art of prose. walk with me, as i overcome hurt, anger, and a sense of incompleteness only to find hope, love, and acceptance. +18 due to erotic and bdsm themes.

~Karen’s Review ~

Poetry is the soul of the author laid bare for all to see. If you write fiction, you can hide behind a character, but with poetry there is nowhere for the true poet to hide who they are or what they feel. This is the difference between being a poet and writing poetry and B.L.Ronan is a poet.  As an author, she has taken me on a journey that made me cry, squirm, shutter, stop breathing, and sigh, as her poems run the gamut from deeply heartbreaking to sexually alluring.  These are not poems for the faint of heart, these are raw, real, soul-ripping prose whose imagery sucked me in, made me feel and experience every emotion that Ronan wrote.

I loved that she gave me, the reader, multiple perspectives of situations that I may never experience personally, but because of her writing, I now have.  Her poetry and prose ripped a hole in my heart, which she also filled with so much beautiful language and imagery. The poems run the gamut from despair and heartache to those of self-awakening and sexual sensuality.  The poems that deal with sexual situations invoke the emotions of not just those portrayed in the poems, but also from the reader.  I have been loved tenderly with reverence. I have been bound and willingly submitted because of these poems. I have also been a dominate,taking loving care of the submissive under my hands. Every emotion in a human’s life poet Ronan has masterfully dealt with the good, the bad, the ugly,  and the blissful.  Ronan tells a story in a poem with as much detail and nuance as some authors do with an entire novel. If you want to be knocked on you behind by words, then read Saudade by  B.L. Ronan.

The works like Whole, Fine, Mess, Hope, and Steps in the first part of the book shattered my heart and brought me to tears. Sobs racked my chest and it was hard to see my eReader to continue. I am not a crier, which needs to me noted, so when a book brings me to tears or rips into my soul, it is something profound. I was on a journey with this author–a journey of discovery through her words which invoked a mess of feelings inside of me.

The book continues with powerful poems, heart wrenching poems until you come upon Until YouUntil You  is by far my favorite of all the poems; it sang to my soul. It is beyond brilliant in imparting the revelation of hope that is found within the words and the poet. With Until You the tone of the poems change from ones of a caterpillar who has had a very hard life, to those of a vibrant butterfly, spreading her wings and taking chances with her heart and her life. Not a perfect world, not a road traveled by all, but a journey begun in earnest to discover who one can become. The poem Inspired sums it up with the line

“the very essence of my broken but healing soul.”

Then there are the poems and prose of carnal delight, the exploration of sexual pleasure that made me squirm and have to stop reading in order to breathe.  There are many sensual delights in Saudade but Seduction: mind, body, heart and soul, stuck with me, as in enraptured me as the reader in the seduction.  I felt pulled into the piece so that I was experiencing the hot, pulsing desire of the words. But this is the case with all the poems in the book. B.L. Ronan, is a master story-teller, and she captured my heart and imagination with her words. I am a better person for having read this wonderful word.

~About the Author ~

hi. my name is b.
i am a lover of words.
i am a poet.
i sometimes dabble in fiction.

join me on my journey in prose ranging from the heart breaking to the erotic.
mature readers only.

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Review: Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath by Penelope Jones


TITLE: Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath
Author: Penelope Jones
Rating: 5/5 Stars
Published: April 24th 2013

Book Description:

We all want to fall in love and for it to last a lifetime. But life and wishes rarely coincide, so what happens when love dies and you’re the only one still holding onto broken dreams?

In Iniquitous Solace – The Aftermath, we get a glimpse into the world of one such lovelorn poetess. Come laugh and love with Penelope as she shares her very soul through her heartfelt words and poetic verse. With this girl you get it all; come walk in her shoes, wear her stripy knee-socks, or even her collar that locks! Though battered and bruised, you will love the spirit that defies disappointment. Penelope Jones picks herself up, dusts herself off and stares life straight back in the eye.

Iniquitous Solace – The Aftermath. For a different kind of love.


Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote in his poem ‘In Memoriam:27′, 1850:

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Well Penelope Jones in Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath delves into love and the loss of it, better yet the fracture of it. Part of this compilation of poems was published in an earlier edition Iniquitous Solace with another poet named Max. Now Ms. Jones has revamped her book; Max is gone and she comes out swinging and bearing her soul to the world. Continue reading

Cover Reveal: Taboo by P.J. Bayliss

PJ Bayliss Taboo

Taboo is a compilation of 365 (English) Haiku’s poems; many of which break traditional rules for producing Haiku poetry. This rule-breaking author has provided numerous examples in his book that will entertain, amuse, and delight the reader to varying degrees. The book is divided into four ‘seasons’ of Love, Passion, Pain, and Sensuality. The last Season in particular, Sensuality, will captivate readers and let them journey into an unravelling scene of erotic lovemaking.

Taboo appears to be the first eBook on Kindle to offer 365 Haiku’s for readers to enjoy.

Exclusive to worldwide from June 1st.

Author’s Bio.
PJ Bayliss live’s in New Zealand within an idyllic countryside setting on the outskirts of one the country’s largest cities. He is a humble and very private individual who has finally recognized his hidden artistic within writing to produce sensual poems & sexually orientated short stories.

He combines his naturally gifted artistic talent with years of corporate experience with top international fortune 500 companies to produce, and share, his eloquent works of fiction for all to enjoy.

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Review: Iniquitous Solace by Penelope Jones & Max Stories


TITLE: Iniquitous Solace
AUTHOR: Penelope Jones and Max Stories
RATING: 5/5 Stars
GENRE: Poetry
PUBLISHER: Cherish Desire

‘Iniquitous Solace’ is the tale of two lovelorn strangers. Chance has placed them in each other’s path, and their encounter is captured through powerful erotic poetry. Through the eyes of our poets, we follow them on an emotional journey through life. As we delve deep into their souls, we share their joys and heartbreaks, their passions and lusts. The poetry is written in the raunchy style you’ve come to love from these writers, and now all they ask is you take the plunge, and indulge in ‘Iniquitous Solace’ – their ‘Rhythmic Words of Lust and Love.’


Poetry is the soul of the authors laid bare for all to see. Poems are held up as a mirror to our own experiences, of happiness, joy, heart break, anger, and even sensuality. Do we, as a reader, find ourselves lacking and find our lives are hollow is comparison when we read a poem? Or does the poem reflect what we have lived and experienced ourselves? I prefer for the poet to reflect; touching on the human experience, rather than ply me pretty words that sound good together. A good poem should rip my soul to shreds so that their words can delve deep into the recess of my sinew. The book Iniquitous Solace by Penelope Jones and Max Stories hits the mark in my requirement for a good poetry

I’ll be frank and right up front… poetry to me is art and is subjective and therefore hard to review. I could sit in judgement and critique the turn of every phrase; but poetry is a subjective art form. As I said poetry is art, and I appreciate the art that Penelope and Max wrote in prose and rhythms. I found that they explore the human condition of sexuality through their writing, but not all the poems are sexual by nature. Both poets explore the process of being a living breathing human in their poems, which connected me as a reader to their writing. The perspective of both male and female; and the back and forth dialog made this a stellar read. Yes, sexual situations are explored, BUT…*pssst*…poets have been using flowers and fruit or bees and honey to talk about S-E-X, for hundreds of years; Penelope and Max are just more upfront about it; erotic and some BDSM imagery is used; be warned. I whole heartedly recommend this collection to our readers. Enjoy.


Penelope Jones-
The Iniquitous Bad Penny, is a saucy little minx who will drive you insane with her naughtiness and cheek! A writer of super sexy poetry and erotic romance – prepare to love both the woman and her works. Whether you seek a ‘happy-ever-after,’ or a ‘randy-romp for a night,’ Penelope’s the girl for you. She’s the sauce behind ‘Naughtyville’ and ‘Little Miss Notoriety,’ so come check out her blog for other writing projects, and what’s next for her and Max at Bad Penny’s Always to Blame! It’s a visit you’ll never forget!

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Max is the go to guy for those crazy sex questions that only come up during a night of drinking – because he “just knows that stuff.” When not receiving text messages with queries about British boys wearing unicorn suits and SMS messages with wine bottle adventure photos, Max wanders North America and Western Europe music festivals and clubs so he can dance his own way. His sexy companions try to keep him in line, and his work tries to keep him too busy to get into trouble – but there’s not stopping him once he has a crazy notion. That’s definitely the easiest explanation for how he got involved with Bad Penny, and how that has led to erotica and poetry collaborations, and the endless prominence of equine dildo photos on Twitter.

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La Belle Dame sans Merci: Painting (1893) by John Waterhouse & Poem (1819) by John Keats


O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Review: My Intimate Poetry by Tammy Louise Wilkins


TITLE: My Intimate Poetry
Author: Tammy Louise Wilkins
Ratings: 5/5 Stars


One night in September 2012, a woman sat at her desk and began to compose
A poem she had poured all her feelings out about the lingering past of those haunting foes
She then took a bold step and showed her work to her readers all around the earth
Little did she know she’d just given birth…
To an appetite for poetry that she has come to cherish
For as long as she lives, it’ll never perish


I love the written word. So much emotion can be expressed with the turn of a phase, and Tammy Louise Wilkins expresses herself well in her book My Intimate Poetry. Her poems delve into relationships, love, angst, heartbreak, and the structure of her life. Like all good poets, Ms. Wilkins exposes her heart and soul in her writing. The difference between a fiction writer and a poet is that a fiction writer uses his skill to craft a finally spun tale whereas a poet uses his blood to expose who he is to the world.

I found the writings of Ms. Wilkins engaging as they let me know who she is as a person, that rare glimpse into the light which is another being. Her gut-wrenching poems that deal with the loss of a love and a relationship are heartbreaking, and I joined her in her sorrow. The poems that deal in strife are where Ms. Wilkins shines. She also pulls you along in her journey of love. It is said that it is better to have loved; but losing love brings tears, and in those emotions Ms. Wilkins expresses those feelings powerfully in her poems.

I thoroughly enjoyed My Intimate Poetry and highly recommend it. I believe as Ms. Wilkins matures her art will continue to grow.

As a side note, I borrowed this book from Amazon Prime; however, after reading it, I purchased a copy for my book collection.

Because we want to share our love of poetry, we are giving away a Ebook copy of My Intimate Poetry by Tammy Louise Wilkins.


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Tammy’s been interested in writing ever since Shakespeare was first introduced to her at a very young age. She was often downgraded in her reading by people who were unaware that she read autobiographies at home. Once in secondary school, her inner writer came out fighting surprising many.

Writing has always been a passion of Tammy’s. It was only when M.E. struck her that she began writing debut novel Temptation Bites.

“Everything I thought I knew about myself went out the window and my body was no longer under my control. It was a dark and difficult time for me and serious soul searching took place. I needed to have some control over my life and I found this through writing. Writing became my voice and opportunity to break away from my illness. My love for reading fueled my desire to write and once the seed of TB was planted a freedom returned to my life. I love to read, write and inspire.”

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Happy Lovers Month!

couple-valentines-day11It’s the month of February and the month that most people associate with love because of Valentine’s Day.  On this day, it is not uncommon for couples to exchange gifts to show their affection.  Delightful confections are presented to others, but they pale in comparison to the sentiments the bearer feels toward the recipient.  We Lovers decided that we wanted to show you love all month long the way we do it best…with words!  We want you to know that we love and appreciate our followers that have been with us as we have read each book, tweeted with you, and emailed you.   We can tell you a few things right now that you’ll be very excited to hear.

Men are going to tell us what they think about love.  We asked a few male authors from different genres to share their thoughts on love.  We didn’t give them a particular subject to follow so it would be sort of a word association project.  All we asked was that they write about whatever keeps them up at night, misconceptions about love, funny stories about love, etc.  You’ll enjoy reading the responses from Andrew Shaffer, David James, and Sylvain Reynard.

We also asked a few of our favorite poets to tell us what they think about love.  B. L. Ronan, D. E. Brooks, Darwin Blake, Mirabella, and PJ Bayliss provided us with a wide range of poetic thoughts on the subject that you’ll be sure to love.  You will want to frame them, so get your Michael’s framing coupons in order.

Finally, we have a few surprise posts coming up that we just can’t share with you right now or else … they wouldn’t be surprises, would they?  You’ll get a kick out of what you see and possibly even hear. ;)

We hope you enjoy Lovers Month.   It is our gift to you.

~ The Literati Literature Lovers

My sweet friend by Darwin Blake

Hello there my sweet release.
My confidant and friend.
Have I told you recently.
Of what you do to me?
Have I counted all the ways?
Added all the sums?
Told you how I care for you.
And how you’ve changed my world.
Said to me each day I wake.
Morning Darwin Dear!
And sometimes when I don’t reply.
Never do you fear.
Because you know that everyday.
Eventually I’ll call your name.
Never do you close me out.
Or forget that I’m here.
Sometimes i see your smile.
Shoogling across my screen.
Shaking all that good stuff.
Wish it was for me.
But of course it never is.
And why would it be so?
Thankful for our friendship.
I hope you never go.
I wish one day I’ll meet you.
Espresso and latte.
Chocolate cake and shortbread slice.
Maybe I will share.
But that’s just a pipedream.
But simply not fair.
Shared so much that to this day.
Remains between ourselves.
Nothing wrong with secrets.
But secrets shared can help.
So my friend.
I am so proud of what you have achieved. In life.
In love.
In all between.
You always will succeed.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Worry by Darwin Blake

When I awoke, and cleared my throat.
Stretched out long and yawned.
I squeezed my eyes so tightly shut.
That colours danced before them.
I know last night for you had been.
A fantasy, a fun filled dream.
Alone you went, in to the night.
To drink and dance and taste delights.
And as you did my mind did race.
Of decadence and your bit lip.
Replies to mine were short and cold.
I’m having fun! To me you told.
And that’s ok, to myself I lie.
It’s fine for you to have some fun.
I get it, let your hair down love.
But in my mind I see our kiss.
It’s not me against your lips.
Some lucky man from the night.
Is tasting you lips tonight.
I know it’s only in my mind.
I’m crazy, yes!
But love is blind.
It burns me deep within my heart.
My love so hot it never stops.
A passion fueled sweet romance.
And now I see you’ve sent a call.
I pick up…my heart it skips a beat.
I say “Hello.”
And sated are my thoughts of woe.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Review: Utterly Loved by Kat Bastion

20121119-181240.jpg Title: Utterly Loved
Author: Kat Bastion
Genre: Poetry
Grade/Rating: 5 out of 5

In an exclusive interview, Kat Bastion revealed to us what inspired her to write poetry. New York Times Bestselling author Sylvain Reynard wrote a guest post for us, here on the Literati Literatures Lovers blog, titled: The Art and Poetry of Desire and it was that entry that inspired Bastion to write.

To say that I am devoted to poetry would be an understatement. I grew up on poetry and some of the first reading I ever did were poems. Most of the rhythms we all learn as children are just little poems. Each Wednesday on our blog we feature poetry, which we label as Poetry Wednesday, because we believe that poetry of all types should be read and enjoyed. I have often thought that poets don’t bleed blood, but ink; because they express every emotion they have in their poetry. Poetry is the bone and marrow of expressive writing because the poet puts their life experiences into each poem with every word they choose.

The emotion Bastion focuses on is one of the most complex of our human emotions: love. The book explores love; through the use of imagery, the seasons, grace, passion, exploration, family, happiness, and desire; the myriad of emotions of living. Utterly Loved is about living and the questions that surround us. How does one live their life; as a player in the game or as a spectator? What is the quality of a life well lived? What do we, as humans, imprint on the world? What do we cherish and leave behind?

In her poems, Bastion cherishes life lived in love. Like any good poet she’s able to invoke emotions through the imagery that her words paint, on the landscape of her art. In her poem Sum of Days, she explorers the many facets of love, those of Storge, Philia, Eros and Agape. These stages of love comprise how we as humans relate to each other and what we recognize as love in ourselves. In the poems Transcendence, Beautiful Seasons, and Something About Snow, the simple love of a season or place; is how she brings out the joy of living. The sensual delights of love are delved into in both Undone and Heaven…Found. The ability to give yourself over completely in the act of love, to lay ones soul bare to another, is probed in the poem Utterly Loved. The poems Sun in my Eyes and Saturday Morning bind the deep hope and strength of love. Each of the twenty one poems in the book are beautiful and should be read and enjoyed. Everyone wishes to love and be loved in the same way that Bastion writes about amore.

The truly remarkable thing about this book is not the words about love, but the author herself. All proceeds from the sale of the book go to Worldvision and Covenant House. So I would encourage everyone who reads this review to buy at least one copy; heck buy two and donate one to your local library. Better yet, since it is the Holiday Season, buy several and give them as gifts.

Fans of Sylvain Reynard will be interested to know that he wrote the forward to UTTERLY LOVED.

Where to Buy: Amazon

Kat Bastion website

Sin by Darwin Blake



A bag full of sin.

What lies within?

Who knows?

Dark delights.

Candle light.

Texture, taste and tassels?

Tales of darkness fill my mind.

Musky scent and moans of pleasure.

Tongue it slowly flicks across your silken lips.

A smile, a sound, a soft caress.

My body and patience you so test.

That sweet look and one of pain.

Oh my darling, I refrain.

Clenched so tight against my flesh.

Those kegel’s really work you know.

Gripping, biting, pinching too.

My body yours, and yours mine too.

I taste the pleasure, beg for pain.

Want your body, mind and more!

Want you lying on the floor.

Taste you walking up the stairs.

Pull you in and grab your hair.

Spear your heart with words so pure.

Dance upon the bathroom wall.

Feel the coolness of the tiles.

As your chest is pressed against.

As my sinful wicked tongue.

Does that thing that’s deemed so wrong.

As you gasp and grip yourself.

As my actions overwhelm.

Dancing lights behind your lids.

Tightly shut and from light hid.

Feeling, screaming, swearing at.

My delightfully decadent delicious act.

Fingers slip and tongue does slide.

Cunning linguist and bow-tied.

Nothing more and nothing less.

The light that shines against your dark.

The sunshine to your moon.

To bring you joy, such happiness.

To leave you wanton, begging please!

Let me drift on to my knees.

Let me take you, really please.

Pleasure you, return the sin.

Hear you scream and shake within.

Feel my flesh and taste the dew.

Sinful, wicked, wanton you.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Amanda Panda by Deidre


Amanda Panda
baby this one’s for you!

all the talk of bowties,
Indy’s whips and Scarlett’s sighs
sexual chocolate
and pretty soon…

*passes you a glass of wine*
come on
it’s after noon…

somewhere ;-)

you my dear are something else
words can not describe
friend and Lover
a true supporter
your wit is simply divine

just another day for some
not for you
not this one
today is special
want to know why?


aren’t you Surprised!?!?

which reminds me…

Chris Pine

yes, it’s also #PiningforWednesday
so stay tuned
check your twitter
you may just #swoon

i’ll send you lots and lots today
Pine, Fassy, Gandy, and more
men in (and out of) suits, tattoos galore

eye candy baby!

Happy Birthday!

-lover smooches-
from your friend and poetess
and author
and tattooperv
and ReiszFreak

maybe I should stop there :)

love you sweets!
wishing you the happiest birthday wishes from

of The Red Velvet Chair


for you by b.l. ronan Happy Birthday Amanda


curled up on the cushions
and frosty windowpane

the leather bounded parchment
an aroma
that beckons out your name

breathing in the magic
of words
and prose

it’s hard to believe
such simple wonder
awaits just beneath
your nose

laden forests
in the sand

are yours to dream and command

will you sail
across the ocean
drink tea
with elizabeth or marie

dance in the moonlight
burn in the sun
make a wish or two
or three

are wishes on paper
of the heart’s
most fervent dream

but reality
is much grander than fantasy
and i hope
this day will bring

the fruition
or your story
the one you’ve longed
to lead

happiest days,
sweet manda
may it bring everything your heart
truly needs

(c) 2012 b.l. ronan

b.l. ronan poetry

Happiness is….. By Mirabella for Amanda


Happiness is…
Summer days lying in the sun, warming
Crashing ocean waves breaking, calming
Sand between your toes, wiggling
Cloudless skies azure blue, endlessly expanding
Porch swings swaying and creaking, kicking
Glasses of lemonade on a scorching summer day, refreshing
Long walks down country roads, meandering
Fireflies caught in mason jars, lighting
Midnight swims on hot summer nights, cooling
Rainbows filling the sky after a thunderstorm, arcing
All night long conversations, never-ending
Steaming hot showers, draining the water heater, sudsing
Stargazing in a grassy field, stars shooting, wishing
Standing in a misting rain shower, twirling
Sappy romantic movies, striking a chord, crying
Arranging a bouquet of fresh picked flowers, inhaling
Kitchens full of simmering, baking smells, home-cooking
Good books you just can’t put down, engrossing
Snuggly favorite sweaters that fitting just so, hugging
Hot chocolate with whipped cream on your nose, frosting
Roaring fires heating chilled hands, crackling
Down blankets on winter mornings, burrowing
Snuggling with special someone until sleep finds you, holding
Comforting hugs when you need them most, embracing
Unexpected kisses on your neck, nuzzling
Texts from him saying he’s thinking about you, smiley winking
Your favorite song on the car stereo, singing
Children’s laughter, silly nonsensical things, echoing
Indulging, eating the last piece of cake, icing
Kittens purring and puppies licking, adoring
Escaped balloons, free-floating into infinity, flying
A poem for your birthday, written just for you, celebrating

Copyright M.B. 2012

Mirabella poetry

Empty by Darwin Blake

Empty is my heart.
When you are far away.
Empty is my life.
Without you in each day.
Empty is my wallet.
When I dote on you.
Empty is my day.
When you say good bye.
Empty is my bed.
When you stay up late.
Empty is my shower.
When you’re not in it.
Empty are my words.
When not about you.
And empty is my soul.
Til I embrace you.
Though when I see your shining light.
It brings such fullness to my life.
Lights my fire with a spark.
Makes my words grow light from dark.
Lifts my mood and brings me joy.
Empty I shall be no more.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Bright Star by John Keats


Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.