(Did not feel like posting another "Untitled.")



En ebony blanket engulfs thee.
Thus there is nothing to fear.
Night's protective wings will hold you
For an eternity, my dear.

The moonlight shall guide you
Wherever you may go;
Casting shadows to comfort
Those heavy woes.

The celestial sphere will shine.
Darkness will sing
To a beautiful song
Only you could ring.

Light on those paws
There is not a sound
While you prowl through the night
Along familiar ground.

A burst of moonlight;
Your image revealed
For a few moments
While you ponder a meal.

Silver tipped ears;
A muzzle like snow;
You're a dangerous beauty
As most already know.

I, too, find it most difficult to come up with titles. There's something about condensing an amalgam of emotions into just one word that I have yet to master.

Still, your work has an easy fluidity that rolls smoothly on the tongue, if I may be permitted to say so.

i let my word name themselves.
as soon as i write them i reread and add its title.
don't know if this is the way but if i look at a list of things iv'e written i can always immediately recall which it is.

nice words by the way

enjoyed the piece...

how about...miss-understood ?

that is good, Kevin, works very well

thank you...i have my moments

you've been having them alot recently..hahahaah

Thanks Guys

I hate just naming stuff ... it has to take thought and have meaning. You should hear the names of pets I have/had.

"A dark road to happiness"
it seems you make reference
to night time in nearly every
stanza. It's obvious you're
looking for happiness.

The finality of it all is that
you should name it what you feel,
in your heart, as appropriate -
not what others suggest you should.
give it some thought...

I appreciate your input. I do. But there comes times when your brain is fried from work, stress, life ... and you need some help.

Or there comes times when you are not as creative as you once were ...

I'm tired of thinking. I think I'll go home now.

This is my own version of roses are red.


Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
Sugar Maybe Sweet but not as sweet and beautiful as you are

Every time I look in2 ur beautiful eyes I see us on a beach on a late Afternoon watching the sunset.

As I look into her eyes I felt like I wasnt goin to see her again. As the sun set, our lips touched & we kissed. It was nearly as romantic as poppin the question @ Disney World

I looked at my girlfriend/fiance`/soon to be my wife but was temporarily unable to Speak. She knew what I was feeling: I had to go 2 war.

Luckily my pastor & best friend were there to see us get married.

As I headed for my F-18 jet fighter I told her, "No matter what happens to me, I will always Love and Be w/you for life."

I climbed into my jet and she called to me and said "I love you."
I wanted to say I love you so badly but I didnt and my wife knew that I wanted to say it but I couldnt. The only 2 words I could say were "I know."

I found my ringcase in the jet and tossed to my wife. A 25 carat gold diamond ring in the case. She asked "How did u get this?"
I told her, "Im the government. I can get you anything. And I only want the best for you."

As I took off from the beach, Right then & there, I knew that She was the one for me & I will do everything in my power to come back & be w/her.

very sweet, Aires.

Thanx. That means a lot. Do u have a favortie poet?

I have several: Poe, Frost, Emerson, and Amy Lowell is a new edition to my list.