Brikahrdt's blog: "Kita Kiss"

A Breath of Thought I had dreams naught last slumber rising late to meet this day Laying claim to many in number though few were mine anyway. Work is mine infrequent as I try to survive my soul-mate distant, fears our love And my heart fearing hers takes a dive I rant and I rave asking more of God above Just a moment to breath and expell thoughts from inside Will offer a bit needed as I've nothing to hide With our trueness open and our honour of each We will be equal and master all that we seek Copyright ©2007 Rene' W. Brignone Poetry.com

What Life? by Rene' W. Brignone some 16 years ago I've set my eyes upon her frame and so she is passing through a door... ...Into my life, thoughts are of Kind Lovers, and of those kind lovers will never ignore. An introduction to this striking child I'm once inclined,...Nay, twice compelled to offer. 'less I stand a stoney mind on hold, as mine is one unforgiven. --I've this action taken,notably for her. I'd surely die if I had not so given to the urge felt heavy, ...the want for knowing... ...of what life we're destined and bound...for this life of love; ours left so all the best left as love, so as it is for the love...in life meant living... ...what life? Rene' W. Brignone Copyright ©2007 René W. Brignone and Eastern Pacific Wolf Inc.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             To To speak of a kiss is a little like this. 

 Be it awkward, exciting, gentle or lame.

Practice only with those to whom love is no game.

 Keep it honest and warm and then one day a STORM

                              will count all those kisses as hits, thus none as misses.

 Ask Mother of the storms true meaning for this is . . .

 ...where Rene ducks out... ...and his poetry fizzes.

 authors note: written for a dear friends daughter as she was just coming of age. Easing mother's mind, "break the ice," so to speak in discovery of the birds and the bees!

 *We all know what the storm is don't we? René W. Brignone Copyright ©2007 René W. Brignone Poetry.com Award Winner

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