Thanks for the nice comment G. The format corrections are as follows:

Line 1: last word is "men's"
Line 10: last word is "Y"
Line 12: last word is "Why?"

Thanks again, unci

Ah, how well I know that when young men’s
Lustful thoughts drive their souls to travel to that lower zone,
Oft forbid by social grace and delicate thoughts polite,
Even the smell of rotting flesh upon a salty beach,
Will not dissuade their burning passions.

Though its aroma strong may well be hid
By powders, scents, and lotions, the mask is brief at best
And soon the odor true will force its way straight through
Even the laciest fashions.

So I say, dive on young men and find your “Y”
Dive on, dive on with instinct bold and prompt those sighs;
Ignore the warnings to your senses and the question, “Why?”
And relish lust until the day you die.

Thanks Leigh and G! I thought of this one while I was doing my morning run and saw the osprey diving for fish,

mindless she soars, dives
with talons grasps her bounty
from murky waters

In such a beautiful flowing way,you have expressed the loss that is felt when one is left without something or someone that is loved that leaves the reader thinking of losses of the past. Well done!

1stsara,

I wrote "eyes" to help express the heartache that I experienced when my husband of 37 years left me for another woman. I just read about your pain. I will tell you to stay positive, take steps forward, and give yourself time to heal before getting into another serious relationship. My yoga practice was a great help to me. Take Care. Unci

G,Ye of little faith. Wish you had written this poem for me when you learned of my heartbreak. It is a lovely poem. I can sympathize with Sara, but she is young. Her prince is still waiting for her.

Thanks to everyone for the positive comments!

GY your suggestion does take away the harshness from that stanza which needs to be more serene. Thanks!

I gypsy from place to place
with each person that I encounter
greeting me with warm embrace.

I gypsy to homes of devoted friends
and to homes of loving kin
leaving me with new amends.

I gypsy to exciting lands unknown
to quench an unquenchable thirst
seeing what has never been shown.

I gypsy with belongings in tow
with words that are often repeated
"We reap what we sow"

A great white stallion
with his mare flowing in the wind
gallops across the plains
without boundaries.

A great white stallion
with thundering black hoofs
declares endless freedom
without boundaries.

A great white stallion
with fire igniting his eyes
refuses to live a life
with boundaries.

A great white stallion
with his mane flowing in the wind
gallops across the plains
without boundaries.

There are eyes that look into your soul
drilling into your heart an open pit
never to be filled.

There are eyes that sparkle with each laugh
filling that open pit with happiness
never to be ended.

There are eyes that shoot forth a fiery stare
trying to burn out the happiness
never to be replaced.

There are eyes that show such deep sadness
revealing the hurt from the anger
never to be forgotten.