Charmed Chaos
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The Heart of He
His heart is not an instrument
for my supple fingers to strum
sweet lips are not a sacrament
of divine grace which to succumb.
His voice cannot predict the end
nor foretell fortunate events
his soul is not without its sin
but he will forever repent.
But this I know to be the man
the truth of him, the heart of he
hard-working with solid strong hands
whose caresses can make me weep.
My Viking king protecting me
fearless and true, eternally.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Photo by John Peters on Unsplash
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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So nice to have a Viking king to protect you.
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Yes, he’s a Leo and a Norwegian- lol.
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Love the strength and purpose of this. Well done!!
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Thank you so much. I am happy you enjoyed it.
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So good…and well deserved. 🙂
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I love how your poem flows from negative to positive and makes it special.
Dwight
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Dwight- thank you, truly.
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Good thing you’ve got that great big strong Viking, here here!
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Haha! Yes indeed. Thank you.
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😊
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Nice last line: “whose caresses can make me weep”
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Thank you Frank. I need to check my formatting- there’s a couplet after this- it’s a sonnet….
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I like this very much as it sounds like the man I married! You could even end it without the final two lines…
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Yes. True. Was going for a sonnet. Thank you!
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I love your poem; made me think of my own Viking king. BUT it’s rather humorous to have such a virile poem followed by the picture of the man sleeping on the sofa. I saw the photo before recognizing it was an ad. It gave me a chuckle. My hubby took a fall and had to be seen in the ER. Nothing’s broken, but he hurts and sits or lies down a lot. He’s still my Viking hero, but looks more like the photo than the one that should be standing proudly at the helm of his ship.
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I’m sorry to hear that. But they are always our Vikings, yes?
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Always! We’ve had 49 years together.
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Congratulations!
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Ah, a Viking king. Wonderful to have a protector!
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Yes, it is! Thanks Sarah.
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Long live your Viking king! ☺❤
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Haha! Yes, indeed Walt!
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