“The Cinderella Story of the Twentieth Century”

He prays to God, knowing he will be shedding more blood tonight, dancing loose throughout the ring. The 180 pound fighting machine he thinks he is, words of love hidden upon unearthed ground of a fighters heart.

Deaf to pain he’s not. Alive and well enjoying what he’s got. The love of one has not entered his life, but is here in unexpected places, searching for one to love.

A mans heart, determined to fight, among the best in his league, of brothers, they including himself, know not he’s a poet at heart, growing in ways to love the world that surrounds him, finding the pallet of Gods living color, flourishing in the iris of this fighters eyes.

Thirty years have past, the unexpected love of another time another place looking upon her differently. The way they touched, the way they looked into each others eyes, the way they held each other tight, wondering if they were really in love. His love for her, the way she smiled, the way she held and gracefully carried herself along with the feelings and emotions he felt for her.

This fighter at heart writes this poem for the one he loves.

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“I Love You”

He whispers into the midnight hour
Seductive and sensual, restless in all their moves
Rose petals
Line paths of
“Love”
~
Loving each other, chasing our emotions
Into the early morning hour
Watching the early morning sunrise
Engulf a romance of its own
~
Winds of change
The scent of your secret garden
Fills the air
~
Flowing through our bedroom window
I’m standing outside your door
~
A long stem red rose
Wanting to show you
~
How much
~
“I Love You”

Copyright © Arthur Henn 2008

Clary

“Happy Birthday”

A poet I’m not, the seed of one growing

Maybe

The poet’s breath speaks, as he writes

The authority of what one holds

Rests in the arch of his hand

Words silent

Words flowing

Words embraced by love

The affection given by a friend

Love of this aspirant poet’s hand

The celebration of years past

The celebration of another

You are a

Mother,

Great one by the side of

Being a loving wife

To the one you love

A writer of love yourself

Cherishing all God has given

This day the wind flows beneath your feet

Waves come ashore, filling each footprint

In the sand

Your hair dances in the

Florida sunlight

You always smile upon the ones you love

Quick not, you are, to speak

For you listen, not wanting to say the wrong

Things

Shirley Temple, also this day

Celebrates her 80^th birthday

Still beautiful, as you are this day

Happy Birthday Clary

You and your wonderful family have a GREAT! Day!

Love You!

Art

“The Death of a Poet”

What does ones mind say, when he closes his eyes

The breaths he took, while he was alive

The breaths he took, looking into

Gods Eyes

Resting peacefully, waiting for his last breath

A tear of emotions, grows upon this dying poets eye

Reaching for the sky, dreams become reality

Seeing all the hidden words, lying on the garden of his heart

He smiles seeing her soul dance among words resin

Trying so long, showing her the words he writes

Now waiting to die watching heavens gates open up

Like a river, flowing out to sea

He looks back into the shadows, crossroads of his life

Not wanting to leave her, wanting to explain

The gift of this poets mind, wanting to hold her

The empty space that separates them

Watching her cry, tears of sadness

His soul sees the image of what was

The home of his soul

Time stands still

His hand rests on her shoulder,

Feeling his heartbeat

Feeling a tug in her heart

©Arthur Henn 2008

“Affections of Love”

Budding roses bloom

Among spring flowers

Spring flowers

Dancing amongst April showers

The love I see in your eyes

What shall come of two loves?

Holding onto each other

Wrong or right, does it matter?

The feelings of love

Growing, weaving two hearts

Together

The sun I see

Rises and sets in your eyes

Your smile I miss

Only seeing it in the letters

I write

The moment I long for

Here at last, satisfied

By the poem I write

©Arthur Henn 2008

“Wanting To Love You”

Already dancing with your soul

The hunger, the passion, the desire

A reign of fire burning upon my soul
Smoldering I may become

Drifting with you, sinking within you

Into the flowing colors of our setting sun

Watching you taste the edge of midnight

Your lips

Pressed up against mine

The warmth of your early morning

Sunrise

Wanting to love you

Waiting for the call of midnight

What is one to do?

Tears roll back inside

This heart of mine

The way my soul looks upon you

The reflection of my smile

I see floating in your eyes

Causes happiness to grow

I lie down in green pastures

Watching the sea breeze

Flow through your dress

The joy of watching you dance

Puts words into my mind

Picking up the poets pen

Writing what’s on my heart

A canvas of love, painted by words

Words keeping souls alive

©Arthur Henn 2008

“Every Breath I Take”

There’s an hour of silence

With every hour of silence, a part of me dies

Our souls will continue to journey

Throughout the fields of lavender,

Lilac, purple and blue

The fragrance, the scent of your hair

Flowing with the breeze

Of your secret garden of Eden

A divine paradise

Of your warm loving heart

Whispers upon my ear

A soft melody of rain

Nourishing the colors

Of every early morning sunrise

Shining through your finger tips

Bringing me back to life

Watching god paint the garden of your life

On the canvas of your heart

©Arthur Henn 2008

“A Canvas of My Heart”

A blank canvas I look upon

Staring back

A reflection of another’s creation

The brush of my eyes

Surveys what’s around me

What are these emotions?

I feel

Dormant they lay, words of the unknown

A world

Closed to an outside world

Many years have past

What I see, unable to speak

Withdrawn, fearful of saying the incorrect words

Expressions taking over

Painting an image I don’t see

Charming the one I love

A smile she adores

Embracing her with importance

That continues to grow

A seed for the future planted in this heart of mine

A language I know not of

This invisible wall I have built

Around me

Unable to break through, wanting to love her

More than the first day I met her

Writing with a pen,

A road map, of the ways I love her

Letting go of her

Freeing myself to feel the growth of words

Out of control

The things she remembers are not the same

Today as they were yesterday

Are our bodies in search of another?

I should hope not

For love is still there

They say action speaks louder than words

I don’t know

If I believe that phrase anymore

Actions being external,

Words rising up from the heart

A painter I am not

Applying them words I write

To the canvas of her heart,

My wife’s heart

Seeing if I can paint a secret garden

That will nourish her soul.

©Arthur Henn 2008

“The woman you are”

A desert flower finding rain
a smile brighter than any sun
opening storm clouds
so we can see blue skies again.

Mans mind echoes thoughts
thoughts of images seen,
images of your beauty
your sensuality
that of the soulful woman you are
etched upon his mind .

The woman you are
the soul I see through your words
like seeing the first rose of spring
dancing in the winds
the fragrance of your womanhood
showing her true nature, that of your heart.

Like swaying flowers on this spring day
I see their beauty while looking upon
your soul.

©Arthur Henn 2008

“Visions of Passion”

These thoughts of you, I hold in my mind

Come and go like winds in the night

Together we are not, but

The image of you grows upon my eyes

I can still smell your perfume

Flowing in the air

I see myself wanting to hold you tight

A vision set within my eyes

Wanting to love someone like you

More ways than I know how

Watching you leave, wondering if I’ll see you again

What we had was all good, even if it was

Just my imagination

Looking down into the palm of my hands

The life line of unfilled passions

Still flows with the desire of what ifs

No longer in my sight, missing you

Like a desert flower, wanting rain

Will I ever see you again?

A memory etched in my mind

Your eyes, your lips

The way you slipped out of your high heels

The seam that run up and down the back of

Your silk stockings

The white lace embracing your womanhood

Under your white cotton dress

Yes I remember the first time I saw you

Your gracefulness, the way you walked

Wishing I could go back into time

The passions of young eyes

A young boy,

Growing into a young man

With desires

©Arthur Henn 2008

“The Windows Of My Mind”

My soul sees things different than what my eyes see

What my eyes see, my soul feels

What my soul feels

My heart longs to capture on film

Every breath I take

Is a step closer

Looking upon the hardness

Of her outer skin

Hides within a smile

A smile of beauty

Emerging from within

A beautiful soul

Wanting to escape

A past that has been tormented

Still a bleeding heart

Only her heart knows

Of mine

Want to see

Wanting to capture

With the gift of a lens

Shines bright

Like velvet

Against the other side

Of midnight

Highlighted by the beauty

Of her soul

Blossoms

Throughout my mind

Will she be noticed

By the fashion pages

Of sensuality

Peeling, discarding

The hardness

That covers her

Beautiful soul

© Arthur Henn 2008