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Vanita Allgood, 30 july 2012

The Cowboy Way

Watch those buckaroos lose their insides when saddled to a wild one untied it’s fer a sight when they ride . Yiddy –up was the wail when a bull of a devil left his trail some kinda fight on the road to hell.
No wonder I headed for Whiskey Row with some forty drinks down below sure is thunder in your hole will rock your soul as you face the mighty cold.
Strums my guitar and softly singing as the cowboys are around the camp fire ringing as the fire is blazinin another day is hazing. Got the notion for prayin as another cowboy was payin and he was sayin
Lord ya know the deeds I’ve done and in the shadows I have hung I just wanted to be thankful for meeting me on this fateful day and in thy range I will forever stay.

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Vanita Allgood, 10 july 2012

Eyes of Chittim

Lovely eyes of Chittim in the Vale of Shiddim
Within each a need to reveal and a need to conceal
Because of the vulnerability we feel. As the wilderness, the desert, from the depths of the earth so is the heart in desolation, the
Vile poured forth but never in isolation.
From the cleft of the rock, from the secret places
Of the earth, the aura is shadowed from coming forth.
Troubled waters beneath your gaze images to unfold and
What mysteries to behold, where stones have rippled the haze.
The dews drop upon the heart graced with jewels And chains of gold, was never made for any dart for the love that you gave,
Lovely eyes of Chittim in the Vale of Shiddim.

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Vanita Allgood, 10 july 2012

The Black Rose

I’ve kissed the petal of the black rose as the morning dew blushed its black hue. I felt a passion beyond anything I knew, a flame, a fire, a burning desire for the black rose its petals to unfold, its beauty to behold. Your Love had me entangled upon your vine I dangled, Chained to the black rose petals I wrangled. Upon your bed in the early dew I found a colored rose petal, another heart that throbbed for you a flame that burned now amber. Who too had thought you true and kissed the black rose petals blushing hue. Those barbed thorns upon your vine; so sharp; the lies, the deceit, the cheat; they cut, tear, bleed and don’t prepare for the hurt they leave. Bold and daunting were you in your haunting. I wanted love but it was my s0ul you stole. In the ice cold blight of the winter night the black rose had froze. I cried, in the glistening icy snow; for the black rose had no heart to with stand the blight of that winter night. What it had was a cold heart with sharp thorns to enfold, the last cold kiss of death on the black rose shows I have no love to share or hold.

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Vanita Allgood, 11 february 2012

A MAIDEN HE’S SEEKING

A Shulamite He’s seeking as molten lava flows for
the beauty of His love volcano bellows blow. In His temple day breaks and
shadows flee. A shulamite awakened His love stirring me. Oh barren are those
whose hearts are not ravished by thee. A shulamite drinking from the waters
flow, the bread of life she’s feasting, intimacy of God to those below.
Enthroned upon my heart is He, a shulamite I‘ll be. A covenant of blessings
ransomed by He, as Jedidiah touches me.

Poems with love by Vanita P. Allgood

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Other poems: The Cowboy Way, Eyes of Chittim, The Black Rose, A MAIDEN HE’S SEEKING,