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    michael gardner

    michael gardner

  • In the Hours Born of Twilight

    In the hours born of twilight,between day and night,magical dreams come alive.with no past and no present,where the future is bent,a place where thoughts go to hide.This place nos no pain,no wants or no shame,never the same, no control.in through the out door so much to explore,delving down deep in your soul.Mosaic and scattered the images gather,then shattered like shards from a mirror.a puzzle of paths laid, that lead into space,so vivid yet each step unclear.The sense of it all is so senseless,flying yet falling the same. ...

  • The Love Poet

    The Pulitzer prize is beyond him, for no one will read what he writes. Educated in labor, no degrees or fine papers, no one to care for his life. He has not a great ambition, or a vision of political gain. He seeks not religion or wealth he can win, wants not for fortune or fame. Still yet his pen consumes him, strapping his heart to each page. painting with pen a picture within, feeling the need to create. Love beyond fiction or fact, just a vision, a mission to make people feel. Intimate preludes of passions construed, someday to make them all real. ...

  • A Fine Fourth of July

    a new 4th poem

  • Where the Wildflowers Grow

    poetry for the heart

  • There's No Place like Shine

    Just a shining poem

  • She's at that Age

    poetry additions to Michaelg poetry

  • Love Clouds

    Through the smokey dark clouds and the bone chilling mist,love burns a hole in the night.Pushing back storms so the heart may be warm,painting the stars back in skies.With the heart all a flutter with thoughts of a lover,joyous and wonderfully filled.No more the gray void of life without joy,but knowing that love is still real.The dancing inside of you only true love can do,waltzing in dreams wide awake.longing for arms of love then feeling their touch,blessed by the love that Gods made.suddenly lovely's born from the nothing,each breath much deeper and sweet. ...

  • Chemistry

    In orbs of teal and stardust,his will had lost its way.tangled in red locks and milky white skin,his heart had gone astray.His world he could see in her eyes emerald green,each taste of her kiss drops of life.raging with passion, attracted like magnets,Magic, pure love undenied.His heart beat in rhythms of ramparts,exploding in pleasures sweet waves.with each tender touch he felt more in love,engulfed in the flames that they made.She too had been moved by his eyes baby blue,truly a man among men.a gentleman lover who knew how to touch her,caressing her soul from within. ...

  • Bed Time Stories

    She painted more than pictures,with each new tale she'd weave.memories of long ago,fueled by make believe.not exactly truthful,but close enough for yarns.they sat and listened so intent,wrapped in mothers arms.stories of tall castles,with kings and queens arrayed.unicorns with magic horns,in lands so far away.always so familiar,the prince with all his charms.and the princes too with eyes so blue,golden locks were born.dragons kept adventures fed,with flames and giant wings,and romanced bloomed in rose filled rooms,where magic harps would sing.Happy ever after ,the stories always closed. ...

  • He Has Risen

    Three days of darkness, thunder and quakes,entombed in a cave by a stone.In the air constant weeping, faith shattered and weakening,then came the day he arose.The sun too had broke out and parted the clouds,coming to life once again.love has been lifted to cries that he lives,drying the tears of his friends.rejoicing confusion, real life not illusion,bruises and scars in his side.clothed in white linen, death couldn't win,the king of the Jews is alive.He's arose he's arose Gods son has arose,claiming his throne by gods side. ...

  • Diane and Marie

    With a new found solace and a vibrant new strength,the dawn arose in their eyes.starting out west back east was their quest,taking the world by surprise.from the ferns and the pines they'd twist and wind,dieing to see the next curve.freedom they found on the path they laid out,excitement lay round every turn.From evergreen trees high atop mountain peaks,to the plush green valleys below.through badlands and wastelands to bleached desert sands,embracing the heat and the cold.With every days sunset they'd stop and reflect,a new found breath in the stars. ...

  • ANTICIPATION

    to heaven I race in your arms precious arms,all the clouds part with your touch.electric each sweet kiss I taste on your lips,filling my heart with pure love.Your beauty it brings me wings no one sees,whisking my feet of the ground..floating in pleasures no man deserves,never the want to come down.Higher and higher like flames from a fire,quenching desires untamed.No longer needing the world that I'm leaving,heaven to hold once again.

  • In My Lovers Eyes

    Her flaws and imperfections, reflected from the mirror, looking back through tinted glass , forty now appeared. so much time forgotten, trapped inside the glass. a little girl in a great big world, beauty's all she had. now the lines have grown much bigger, and her hair has strands of gray. and her eyes once bright have dimmed their light, yet inside she's okay. for she's met someone who's hung the sun, the moon and all the stars. and he doesn't care about gray hair, but how long their apart. He sees the girl of seventeen, and thinks she's still the one. ...

  • Sleepy Smile

    She woke with the sun feeling sexy,caressed in her clean cotton sheets.the scent of his body brought images naughty,wanting to wake him from sleep.so she nuzzled in closer and felt his big arms,hair brushing light on his chest.massaging his shoulders and getting much closer,kissing the nape of his neck.Still not awake for heavens sake!,what does it take for a kiss?all of her wanting him and he wants to sleep in,but a grin slowly grew on his lips.Laughing with closed eyes he pulls her in tight,rolling then pinning her down.head to toe kisses non stop and relentless,who's the one all sleepy now. ...

  • Tonight We Ride!

    The elfin fortress sprawled throughout emerald forest,The owl overhead for their eyes.Spanish moss pillows weep down from the willows,Pixis all take to the skies.The rumble and thunder of hooves in great numbers,shatter the silence that's found.lightning fast steeds snorting smoke as they breath,in the lead are the knights of the crown.To wars not their quest on this good day,to race not the prize that they seek.yet glory still awaits in a land far away,pity the fool who still sleeps.riding by moonlight the stars now their guide,high above arlington pass. ...

  • The Edge of the World

    At the edge of the world he sat and he thought,pondering things of this life.what was he here for, why was he born,?how long until he would die?was there life after death, was this life a test?,was the best things in life yet to come?did anyone love him, unconditionally love him,would they miss him when he's finally gone?all of his thoughts seemed confusing,thinking of what ifs and whys.only God knows what he's doing,he's just along for the ride.so he picked his self up and brushed his self off,and climbed from the loft of the barn. ...

  • The Luck of the Irish

    With the luck of the Irish, Saint Paddy's day stylish,emerald green locket and rings.she met with her laddie with blessings from daddy,and strolled to the pub for a drink.Sweet talk and dancing then dinner out fancy,then a walk to the park,under stars.overlooking the ocean were she'd kiss him and hold him,feeling the love in her heart.They'd only been courting three months and two days,this date would make it day three.but tonight it felt different when he hugged her and kissed her,then he bent down and got on one knee. ...

  • The Smell of Friendship

    His face in his hands,little Skunkster was sad,none of his friends wanted to play.off in the forest, they'd run and they'd forage,leaving him lonely all day.He didn't think he was so different,he had the same fur and same tail.he even had a stripe he thought real nice,the problem was sometimes it smelled.As he sat there and sighed, he heard his friends' cries,loudly they cried out for help.the old Grizzly bear had them cornered and scared,Skunkster was scared as well.But these were his friends, and they needed him,so quickly he went on his way. ...

  • Succulent Silence

    Kiss me ,she pleaded with soft big brown eyes,touch me she said with each move.without even speaking she said what she needed,dimming the lights in the room.Satin and silk on her body so smooth,each move with playful display.hair down and red lips bitten a bit,taking his last breath away.Her soft tracing touches and breath on his neck,send him to pleasures vast realm.his whole body loving each inch she was touching,losing his self in her spell.straddled by sexy eyes wide and vexing,inches from sweet perfect lips.slowly at first then deeper the thirst,feeling the urge in her kiss. ...

  • Thankful Script

    Be it about Plato or Barnabas or Greece,be it of Egypt or Rome.The ink that's created on papyrus or paper,takes me to where I belong.The stories of glory spilled out before me,warriors and kingdoms and realms.ancient yet timeless kings in their finest,your highness and lady as well.the poor and the humbled severely out numbered,still yet the victories won.good verses evil below lofty steeples,deserts outlasting the sun.their cries and there courage I see as I read,keeping each image so sharp.the trials and hardships each page I relive,holding the love in my heart. ...