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POETRY CHAPBOOK BY CAROLINE TISS

Romance Labyrinths _______________________________________ By : Caroline Tiss VALENTINO’S CASTLE Greenery of Valentino’s Castle Armor and Bastille Blossoming Violently with Violets of Scarlet and Blue Merry in the morning, Laughing by the afternoon Johanna, you seem so very cold, with eyes of silver dew and lips as purple as nightshade Could I sit by your side if till the clock strikes midnight? Mayflowers and whiskey on the Bar back You never know the thrill of it until the wind brushes your skin with all the seduction of a woman on fire. MAGDALENE’S LOVER Magdalene’s Lover Did he love his woman well? Mary Magdalene weeping at the sinners well, Was she a woman or the archetype of a heathen’s love spell? Tender is the heart of a woman, Soft to the touch is her skin like satin, Cinnamon and Sugar Sensations, Tangerines and Summer hazes Hearts Beating Like waves of summer rain against a tin roof “Would you lie to me?” She asks you, with love in her eyes As she lies next to

THE SUN - CAROLINE TISS 7/30/2022 - ENTRY

A child, a lover, a girl. Seventeen yet so surreal. I want to rise with this day dawning. The morning arises with the cracking whip of dawn, like lightning, like the fading of summer into an autumn chill, announcing the presence of her magnificence, Look upon the sun, Ask him what's his name? How long has it been since he has faced the terror of his past. Woman at his side, walking on glass. Years pass, she's torn between her lover and all she wants and more. Can we simply stop? Let us find what makes us satisfied. We are only as balanced as we become, and even then anything can change. So Swiftly, you would hear everything Cry and Bleed. So please, Look at yourself and all of the mess that we've become. You are not lost. But all is at stake. So love it or leave it, Drink it or beat it, Hate me or call me a Heathen. I do not give a damn. But look at what you have created. Please don't deny it. Just observe, think please. Don't listen to anything I say. Because I am

Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ulysses - Poem (1809-1892)

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