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A Sparkling Jewel
Beautiful Lies
Cherished Melodies
Choose to Believe
Clueless
Cosmic Changes
Destiny’s Design
Devious and Deadly
Dream-Hunters
Empty Spaces
Equinox
Heavenly Bodies
Icy Teardrops
Intermission
Last in Line
Lip-Smacking Delight
Literary Bondage
Lost
Love-Struck
Magical Moments
Nature’s Diversion
New Identity
Night Visitor
No Fire Tonight
One Alluring Glance
On Second Thought
Passionate Souls
Refreshing Reprise
Rosebud Lips
Shakespeare’s Girl
Take Time
Treasure Chest, a.k.a. The Cigar Box
Vacillation
Veiled Lies
We Grieve En Masse
Welcome Mat
Woes Be Gone
You
Dream-Hunters
Collection of Poetry by © John L. Yelavich
Although exhausting trials may divert our planned destinations, it is the beauty of life’s majesty we should rejoice and take time to ponder. It is a welcome mat framed by landscape’s humble vistas embracing a majestic sphere that will release us from a surreal strain of literary bondage.
We have been led to believe that men and women are different; cold and fiery like the moon and the sun. On second thought, we’re not as diverse as one would think. Despite our gender roles we espouse common goals of laughter, contentment and it’s sincere, heartfelt communication and affectionate embraces we most covet. We are heavenly bodies and kindred souls who celebrate life when love is blossoming and grieve en masse when devotion has wilted and our hearts have grown cold.
Sometimes we love with reckless abandon and seem to be lost and clueless about affairs of the heart. We choose to believe what we can only see with our eyes but oftentimes we’re fooled by beautiful, veiled lies. It may take only one alluring glance to become love-struck when our vacillating, empty spaces are filled with magical moments. When a lip-smacking delight arouses our essence with a new identify, we no longer feel like we’re last in line. This refreshing reprise illuminates our perspectives and sets our course to become passionate souls.
We dream about romantic, night visitors. Will they be a seductress like Shakespeare’s girl, the one with the rosebud lips or a gallant man with a treasure chest full of sparkling jewels? Our romanticized fantasies are colored by cherished melodies: lyrical themes gracing destiny’s design.
There may be no fire tonight but tomorrow awakens a new frontier, endowing us to be enraptured Dream-Hunters.
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