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WRITING
by VENUS
ARTICLE

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SCENT OF A WOMAN © by VENUS
PSYCHOLOGY OF PORTRAITURE
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SANE INSANITY
SATURDAY,  2017
© by VENUS



They're stirring One's fantasy
And One's desire
Is being shaken ...
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And He smiled
As he gently yet firmly
Ended the cigarette beneath his shoe
The Old Man in Disguise
Jesus Christ
You're Not Him!

He kisses the air
Not Him either
The strong handsome tiredly sited
Man in the chair
With diamond silver hair
And the kiss turns into a heart shape
Reaching your lips
And he shuts the window
Ungently at your face
And smiles
Because of Me - my writing
Enchants HIM

Over the Hill
A prisoner within the castle
With the fire within burning him with
P A S S I O N
And he wants needs
D E S I R E S
T H A T
Someone
With that passion
To just grab his hair
That has thinned
And does fall
And they don't
Like that at all

Ah, Humanity
Humanity

But you're
Not the One
The One ...

And few female voices
Around me want them all
But not one of them
The tall - not that tall

And this may not be
The poem of the day
Nor the
Alex brush of May
A font we all occasionally
Fancy to own
Naked at dawn

And with handwriting
We can still do
A drop of tear or two

And then I look at Her
And love how She looks not at Me
And I feel happy around I feel free
Not that blue - She said
Neither the Ocean nor the Sea

Thou it was the Sky
Not that low
Not that high

The Constitution flat below
Not that high
Not that low

With highlights on Her Hair
Not that certain
Not that dare

As enchanting as She can be
Slightly calmer than
P O E T R Y

As passionate as the Hill
Has no time to kill
The strong handsome tiredly sited
Man in the chair kissing the air
Ends this poem with Her
With You, he said, within Me
For beautiful, I said, Jolie
With Me, I said, within Him
For mischievous Serafin

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They're stirring One's fantasy
And One's desire
Is being shaken ...
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This is Not poem
This is NOTHING

This is a Love Letter to Him

I will not publish it - someone said!

Say Whaaat?
WHAT rhymes with SWAT
It's breezy it's stormy
It's everything that God wants to see
Within Humanity

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They're stirring One's fantasy
And One's desire
Is being shaken - again
And this is ME
My voice my tone
My AUDACITY
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But No - it can't be because of Him
The Power of Christ in him

He shall reign forever more
Forever more ...
Meet the Parents to this Day
So they say ... So they say

Though some may have none
Those who raise them are the One

Whether free verse or a rhyme
This will still fall under CRIME
SANE INSANITY after all
May one day rise above all

We the People - I dare ask
Before Us With A Task
Mr. Lincoln may come back here
Well done - He may cheer!

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They're stirring One's fantasy
And One's desire
Is being shaken ...
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President Reagan was never forced at dawn
To sign any documents with his son
The visual is a BLASPHAMY
For Him - You - for Me

And I may never end this poem tonight
With - HIM - out of sight
Since I couldn't finish it today
Alexander - if I may say
His name is not
Nor Silencio without a dot

This is all like a little clue
And I may end it with
Not that blue
Sleepless in Seatle to this Day
If I may ... If I may.