"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“My Precious Dove”

"My Precious Dove"

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I have wandered this earth,

Though not, but yet alone.

I have squandered this life,

For a Love, I’ve never known.

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I have lived so many days,

Known some, and loved.

And yet, for a lifetime,

I have prayed to God above,

To release you from hiding,

Ooh,.. .

My Precious Dove.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Where Nothing Makes Sense”

"Where Nothing Makes Sense"

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I so wanna know her,

This woman in my dreams,

Dreaming from afar,

Like an illusion it seems.

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I want to reach out and touch her,

Caress her and more,

Feel the warmth of her skin,

As we fall to the floor.

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I want to taste her lips,

Smell her scent,

Just fade away,

Where nothing makes sense.

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In the hush of silence,

Where dreams collide,

This love that’s bound,

In these dreams of mine.

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Like an illusion it seems,

A dream from afar,

A touch never felt,

Dreams lovers,.. . we are.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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* Inspired by.. .

            Someone very special.. .♥♫♪.  .    .

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“She’s,.. .”

She's,.. .

 

‘She’s my fourth of July,

My one and only,

My teammate, my pal,

Never I’m lonely.

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‘She’s funny you know,

The way she laughs,

The way she smiles,

Even her sass.

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Some say, she’s not pretty,

But to me, she is,

‘She’s beautiful, and loving,

Yet mean as piss.

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‘She’s my bestest best friend,

My favorite pass time,

My pain in my rear,

And yep!

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“She’s all mine”

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′

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*In Memory of:

My Best Friend & Wife

Cynthia [Oct. 20, 2012]

 


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“And still,”.. .

"And still,".. .

So many regrets,
Of things I should have done,
Memories I can‘t forget,
Of our days, and then some.

Countless tears I’ve cried,
A heart without a clue.
Something inside me died,
The day I lost you.
No longer my bride,
Or to me be true.

The stars even wept,
As I watched you walk away.
Never a night I slept,
As my mind went astray.
Time no longer kept,
Nor the count of days decay.
I remember every step,
As I watched you walk away.

And still,.. .
As the moon turns blue,
The countless tears I’ll cry,
Remembering losing you.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“This I’d Dream”

This I'd Dream

William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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♥ “Her” ♥

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I saw her lying there,
So beautiful and bright,
Like the sun on a cool day,
Or the moon at night.

She’s a garden of colors,
Makes my heart fall away.
I Love Her, I do,
Oh, so much every day.

I can’t even think,
When she’s close and near.
I’m a child, a pup,
She melts away my fear.

I love the way she walks,
The way she makes me feel,
The sound of her heart,
She’s all that is real.

The sparkle in her eyes,
The twist of her smile,
The world fades away,
It’s all so worth while.

There’s where I want to be.
Where nothing else matters,
Not the mountains, the ocean,
Nor of any of life’s chatter.

Just,.. .
. .. … “Her” ❤

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Missing You”

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I miss you in the morning,
When I first wake up.
I miss you as I sit here,
With my coffee cup.

I miss you while I’m walking
Hand in hand as we did.
I miss you at the park,
I do so remember when.

I miss you while I’m working,
And that phone call at lunch.
I miss the I love you,
Yes, a whole, whole bunch.

I miss you when I’m driving,
Just anywhere, it don’t matter.
I miss you still sitting there,
Carrying on with all your chatter.

I miss you in the evening,
When I’m thinking what to watch.
I miss you flipping channels,
As you did a whole lot.

I miss how you touched me,
And the smell of your hair.
I miss the way you felt,
As though your still there.

I miss you most of all,
In the middle of the night.
I miss you reaching over,
And holding me so tight.

God, I miss you so much,
And sometimes all I do is cry.
This missing you is so hard baby,
I never really got to say goodbye.

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“♥”

♥ ©

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“Today Is A Dream”

Today Is A Dream

“Today Is A Dream” ( Tomorrow? )

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It’s Something Tomorrow We’ll Forge;
Today, It’s Here,
Tomorrow Is Gone,
And Yesterday,. . . “Has Only Begun!”

Love Is Really A Dream,
Wishful Thinking Of The Heart,
Something If We Try Hard Enough Is Real!

I’ve Loved,
I’ve Dreamed And Lost,
I’d Never Give It Up For Anything!

To Feel The Things I’ve Felt,
To Dream The Dreams I’ve Dreamed,
To Be With That Someone That Made Me Alive!

Tomorrow Is Still Yet To Be,
Something Waiting Inside Of Us,
To Come Alive With Every Breath,
A Dance Yet Not Danced,. . . “Or Yet Felt!”

To Feel Is.. . . . .

Capture Cynthia Gail Lewis-Hancock [ 6/1/1955 – 10/20/2012 ]

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William Hancock – 2013′ © All Rights Reserved