Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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When our time is said and done,
our moments on earth are through,
I shall relish those cheer filled days neath a shining sun,
and those hours lying close to you.

Know this single fact of being,
My love;
an eternity can feel like a fleeting moment,
My sweet dove,
when in company with one heaven sent.

Valhalle is only a stones throw away,
a hook cast into a spring time mill pond;
yet nothing puts more joy into a darkening day
than the sight of you approaching from a shimmering horizon far beyond.

I behold thy delicate face on stormy nights,
with blue fire flashing wildly again and again,
falling rain slashing so madly that it invites
a perception of childlike voices on the blustery wind.

I still lie in waiting inside our chateau bed chamber,
my dearest love,
patiently longing for thy glorious return;
even if ye be only a spectrum forever,
my sweet dove,
my passion still shall ne’er waver.

The flame of our love candle dances by our bedside,
eerie shadows quiver on the stone wall,
I often feel thy unseen presence at yuletide,
I long to follow you deep into that dreary hall.

With the flash of blue fire on the stormy twelfth striking,
the rumble of rolling thunder from beyond,
I behold thy delicate form in the bleakest darkness,
I sense a warm embrace from a heart so kind.

Why didst thou flee so far from me?
Why does there exist this gulf so deep and wide between us?
I mix crushed hemlock with the strong wine inside this chalice of silver that you see,
a single heavy drink therefrom shall be enough, I trust.


Then far from this authoritative collective world where I do not fit,
shall I forever flee,
Oh, so nice when this deed is soon done,
a place of adventure and true opportunity is where I need to be.
This great gulf that separates us shall then be no more,
you see,
and us twain can be together again underneath a celestial sun,
dwelling for all infinity in timeless paradise,
where secular imagination possesses not the ability to fathom a great pleasure there in store.


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The author is an international ESL instructor. He has been a writer for over thirty years. He has numerous publications under his belt.

Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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The elegant chateau high on a hill,
what a magnificent sight to see,
where the Great Master held such a supreme will
during his fight for liberty.

He penned those cherished manumitting documents,
he advocated a redeeming battle with swords,
his words were spoken with such splendid elegance,
to this very day he is still adored!

Prior to the days of machinery,
since his grand estate was so expansive,
generating such a fabulous line of prosperity,
it could only be manned via human persistence.

The acreage was tended by burly men,
the kitchen controlled by factotum attendants.
The most gorgeous among them accommodated important clients,
offering lavish quarters and condiments.

Upon this illustrious homestead the most endowed vixen was chief,
while the Great Master was away.
From the weight of toil she had astonishing relief,
relishing in an insouciant stress free day.

When the months had passed
and the Great Master finally returned,
a heavy cloud of lust descended,
and for the allure of delicate flesh his entire body burned.

Since the Great Master held total power and abundance,
from all others this vixen abstained,
while ‘neath the estate shelter he remained;
yet when he was absent she allowed him to engineer the happenstance,
for his business accomplices to reap their riotous gains.

When the Great Master soon made his way back to his station at work,
this vixen retained an uninhibited liberty throughout home and berth,
making herself readily available to whom e'er afforded the most lavish accommodation,
whilst the talented champion labored to construct a new nation.

In our own day some national apostle spreads a provocative lie,
that this presumed innocent youthful harpy was compelled into an abominable service,
without any petition or inquiry;
yet were it not for these words the truth might remain buried for all perpetuity,
and the Great Master blamed for her gross indolence.


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The author is an international ESL instructor. He has been a writer for over thirty years. He has numerous publishing credits underneath his belt.

Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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Darkening clouds up in the sky,
tempest coming by tonight,
rain shall fall in harmonious delight,
wind will blow with all its might.

Lightning flash and blue fire fly,
a presence looming closely by,
her face materializes in the light,
my heart is racing with great fright.

A phantom breath now breathes near mine,
this terror causes me to lose track of all time.
Unseen lips taste of strong rose wine,
yet her midnight body feels just fine.

I throw my arm upon her, but feel only empty air,
she is still there I do thee swear,
both of her legs open upon my thighs,
yet empty air still gives great surprise.

Thunder rolls to rattle my house top above,
while this phantom and me make passionate love,
our bodies rising in dim light,
I try to please her until the feeling is right.

Her face appears beneath me as the blue fire glitters,
down my spine her beauty sends shivers,
this phantom queen now in my bed,
who speaks to tell me we soon shall be wed.

Her voice does ride upon the wind,
unto the devil my soul she endeavors to send,
for this abominable sin I did commit,
with this spectrum woman from the Zargos summit.

Our shadows dance upon the wall,
as blue fire flashes to reveal all,
we roll and tumble through the night,
this spectrum queen or wicked wight.

Morning sun finds me not so well,
she once lay beside me, I can tell.
My bleeding heart cries upon my bed,
for this mysterious Scythian queen unto whom I shall
soon be wed.


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Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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I don’t know the reason,
I simply can’t tell why,
I’ll love you like I do ‘til
the day that I die.

I’m gonna spin it,
like a wheel,
where it stops I guess,
will be my deal.

You always go out,
to hit the town,
nobody knows when the party will stop,
but when it does, everything is already shut down.

You’re seldom sober,
you stagger round,
you only try to get up when you’re
plastered on the ground.

You’re headed for disaster honey,
you’re going down,
it will no longer be funny
when nobody is around.

I got you out of jail last night,
they had you locked down,
that place was filled with rage and fright,
the psycho beside you was dressed like a clown.

I don’t know where you’re headed honey,
but I’m going to hit it big,
affiliate marketing is getting me there,
money is coming in from everywhere.

You’re a loser baby,
and so is that man you’re running with,
everybody is saying that you’re a shady lady,
you’re as fickle as the sands that drift.

Well I don’t need you any more,
you’ll ne’er change,
this world has so much more in store,
so I am catching the next plane.


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H.L. Dowless is an international ESL instructor. He has been an author for over thirty years. His latest publications were with the traiditional publishing company, Algora Publishing, and the online and print magazines; Leaves Of Ink, Short Story Lovers, The Fear Of Monkeys, and Frontier Tales.

Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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My angel of the internet,
she lives among the wires,
I endeavor to move as close to her as I can get,
I type the key pad for hours.

She embraces my each and every word,
rejecting not what I have to say,
my soul pours out unto her,
pure passion among the wires is where my heart lays.

I long to be in her company,
I wish to hold back not,
her potential enchanting beauty is all that I can see,
unbridled passion burns white hot.

The spark inside her eye revealed the soul passion,
unbridled it leads to a bond between two hearts,
inviting waves of emotion that never cease in its happening,
a first twinkle is where it all starts.

Few among mortals of this present day,
are aware that the soul can transcend all barriers,
no force on earth can ne'er stand in their way
when angels are two hearts great carriers.

When two souls reach out and touch,
and the compulsion bears no forbearance,
then the euphoria may never be felt as much
as when two hearts are twain,
and thy sweet time shall one another cherish.

Words spoken that touch the heart
are all that any soul needs,
the motion put forth that is intended to impart
every feeling that the body and the mind reads.

My dear angel of the internet,
I know not where they presence lies,
while I can't be in thy company yet,
we still possess a spirit that binds.

Please, ne'er forget me, my love,
I only desire thy company for an eternity,
my soul floats beside you like a dove,
lo I shall never leave you,
as the sun from the earth ne'er flees.

Where does thou stand now, my beauty?
In what direction flows your love?
What secular measure can be a gratuity
for your alluring presence,
my precious dove?


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The author is an international ESL instructor. He enjoys outdoor activities from museum field work to big game hunting.

Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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Well I,
I walked down town to the bow-tick store,
just to see what I could buy,
they had harlebusque, knives, quilts, grain, and more,
I knew not what to try.

Then the old clerk said,
“Son, just take your pick,
just see what you might like best;
if you should take a bite and it makes you sick,
then just leave alone all the rest.

I have some sugar powder,
a little chowder,
some booger pudding
and some whey.
So just take a bit of what e’er you are wanting,
and have a cheer-filled day!”

So I took a pinch of this,
I raised a scoop of that,
not one single offering did I miss,
I dropped it all inside my hat.

Then the aged grayed and grizzled man said,
“well son,
don't you dare forget the meat.
We have fresh hart not taken on the run,
now the live cooter is a mighty fine treat!
The skinned out bandit cat is really fun,
but the smoke cured Hoover hog can't be beat!”

So I took a share,
that was only fair,
I tarried around all that day.
I loaded it all into a sack
upon my back,
then struck out along my way.

As I left the old man said,
“Well good son, please ya don't off and run,
feel free to tarry around fer a good night stay.
Later on we'll both sip a little hard cider,
just for fun,
and fill fruit jar as we may!”


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The author is an international ESL instructor. He enjoys outdoor activities from museum field work to big game hunting.

Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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Away we shall go to Nottingham,
to Nottingham,
that most blessed of lands,
and away we shall go into Nottingham,
to Nottingham today.


There the cows always give milk,
always give milk,
as the worms there all spin the finest of silk,
the most splendid of silk,
to all the people's dismay.


There even the poorest children can afford to play,
even the penniless may play,
to everyone's dismay!
There even the poorest of children may play,
since the parks and the beaches are at a price all can pay.


There I shall dance to the did-die pantomime,
to the did-die pantomime,
with the people full of fruit shine!
Yes, while there we shall all get full of good fruit shine
and dance a merry jig to the did-die pantomime!


There the lasses are all gorgeous and
their feather beds so fine,
as the air fills with the sound of the blessed pantomime;
in the feather beds with all our heads swooning in shine,
as we shall embrace those heavenly bodies and pine
to the tune of the piddle did-die pantomime.


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The author is a thirty year veteran writer. He also teaches ESL offshore, and does whatever he can find that he enjoys doing when stateside.

Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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When I lay down in my sleepy bed,
my mom tucks me in with a kiss on my head.
Before I lay down to sleep,
my mom and I pray and I close my eyes hard
with ne'er a peep,
when I lay down in my sleepy bed!

When I lay down in my sleepy bed,
around my chin tightly go the snug sheets.
I feel so warm that I am almost asleep,
when I lay down in my sleepy bed!

When I lay down in my sleepy bed,
I have nothing to fear.
Though in the darkness I can
ne'er see her body,
I can still make out her sweet head.
I have nothing to fear
since Mom is always so near,
when I lay down in my sleepy bed.

When I lay down in my sleepy bed
soon out go all the dim lights.
Chairs now become soldiers
in the fury of battle at it's heights!
But I have nothing to fear
since Mom is still so near,
when I lay down in my sleepy bed.

When I lay down in my sleepy bed,
soon I breath deeply,
relaxing as I lay,
my eyes sagging sleepily.
But still I have nothing to fear
since Mom is ever so near,
when I lay down in my sleepy bed.

When I lay down in my sleepy bed
shadows now become shapes!
The shapes now become apes!
The apes love to dance and rattle
as I lay still and dare not tattle!
But I have nothing to fear
since Mom is somewhere so near,
as I lay down in my sleepy bed.

As I lay so still in my sleepy bed,
a puff of warm wind gently lifts me,
carrying me onward with all of it's might,
with the help of the moonbeams who
whisk me forward in great delight.
The fairies of the moon,
the warm wind,
onward we go,
on right through the dark night,
when I lay down in my sleepy bed.

When I lay down in my sleepy bed,
oh how my eyes do soon open,
and out my bedside window I see
the golden sun.
He peeks above the trees on the horizon
just to make my nights so fun,
when I lay down in my sleepy bed!


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The author is a thirty year veteran writer. He also teaches ESL offshore, and does whatever he can find that he enjoys doing when stateside.

Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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We once sang a sweet song
in the merry month of June,
“Oh Come With Me To The
Valley Of The Moon!”

We shall travel about in clothes
of golden sand,
if you will just give me your
precious little hand.
Oh come now,
lets go to the moon!

In those shaded craters
we shall forever swing
from a beautiful hand stitched
hammock that I thought to bring!
Can you come with me to the valley
of the moon?

In the sands of shinning gold
we'll all happily dance,
where only sun beams
and angels have pranced!

We will sit about
in the cool shade and shadows,
eating manna from the fairies
in the valleys!
Oh please now,
do come to the moon!

Oh...can you see...there..,
my dear child, oh look!
Where the old man's left eye is
we will be!
All of us forever merry,
like a portrait in a book!
Oh please now,
lets go to the moon!

Yes you, yes me,
all of us and the whole family,
do come now,
lets go away soon!


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The author is a thirty year veteran writer. He also teaches ESL offshore, and does whatever he can find that he enjoys doing when stateside.

Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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Tears are rolling down my face,
I simply don’t know what to do,
My mind grasps not time nor space,
Since I have no choice but to live without you.

I well remember our walks through the park,
I savor our picnics neath the weeping willow trees,
I only want another pleasant stroll in the dark,
Your beautiful face is still all that I can see.

It’s been so lonely here without you,
I no longer know where I am headed to,
A day seems like forever,
Babe, it’s been so lonely here without you!

I want nothing more than to just speak with you,
I stand before your headstone each and every day,
I speak my words above your grave into a cruel sky filled with rouge,
My tears only fall where it is that you lay.

I still see you in my midnight dreams,
I feel your presence in our love candle’s midnight shadows,
The passing of six months is like forever, it seems,
This dreadful emptiness deep inside me only grows.

I only want to feel you beside me,
Lay with you inside that horrible tomb,
Me and forever simply do not agree,
I long to retreat with you deep into heaven’s womb.

In my mind I can still walk with you down those Venetian streets,
I can still feast with you in crystal ballrooms so splendid,
Together we can still greet all of those welcoming faces,
Come fly away with me on a moonbeam;
once more again let’s travel the world
on the midnight wind!

It’s been so lonely here without you,
I no longer know where it is that I am headed to,
Only a day seems like a whole eternity,
My tears are falling like a mountain stream flows..,
Babe, without you, my life is so blue….


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The author is a thirty year veteran writer. He also teaches ESL offshore, and does whatever he can find that he enjoys doing when stateside.