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Check It Out! Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister
A beautiful post by a supportive friend, The Lovely Kate. Check her blog out. You’ll love her writing style. She made this girl from Nebraska incredibly humble today.
Of You
~ Of You
Forces of the unknown, I keep you close
Feel the push and pull, it’s all self-inflicted
I read then reread words, admiring their clarity
Speaking clever exchanges, my mind blissfully addicted
This fresh interest continues, yet anonymity
I pursue musing thoughts, here, here and here
An affinity of the best kind, creatively defined
Sissy’s Lullaby
Sister, Oh Sisters I see our yesterdays so clear
Do you hear my songs whispering in your ear?
There wasn’t much I was prepared to say
If only my age hadn’t gotten in the way
To calm your fears, allowing sleepless nights to end
The truth for the two of you, I would always bend
I travelled slowly over subjects deemed too soon
Acting too lightly over feelings of darkness and gloom
Stay the child I have laying next to me, Oh Sister
Let me wish this dark cloud away
Oh let’s pray and pray and pray
There isn’t much a twelve-year-old could say.
Faith
A battle inside of me that I wanted to share. I think a lot of us can identify with what I’ve written. It’s okay to argue with God, the one who loves us the most. I love that He pushes me to strive for more and to believe in myself. I’m thankful He’s always with me.
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Just show me what You want
Is it my truest of feeling upfront
I feel you shoving me into a corner
Suppose I fear judgement, ridicule and opposing statements
Who will protect me from my own aberration
I feel You don’t care
You push me to write where I’m not arranged
Yes, of course, I notice what You’re shepherding
You think I’m ready, I’m naysaying
The thoughts in my mind I can’t identify
Truly brought on by the Divine
I sense Your agenda
I agree, what I feel captivates and rings true
What You don’t tolerate is this girl’s admittance to being frightened, too
Lost in thoughts of what this journey will allow
God, please come with me
A Pandora’s box of emotions will be used
I know, You know, I’m bruised
Twas it yesterday when those actions caused ruin?
A battle which seemed fated changed me forever
Because of you, now I must heal the deepest of wounds!
In order to show that Your faith in us rings true
How dare You strengthen me in Your own time!
I understand You think I’m primed
I’m forced to play catch up
Your Holy presence proves Divine
To question You, not my intention
I feel weakened by Your intervention
Through this I know it is for the best
A life’s quest
Believe
Waiting room
Modern staleness
Favorite tie
Favorite dress
Heals make it
But I digress
Asked to wait
Your turn soon
Portfolio in hand
Praying they’ll love it, too
Love it they should
Stems from the heart of you
Big Business
The agenda of few men
Subjects pre approved
An openess to difference
Usually not allowed
Until someone one else
Comes prowling around
Clearly, you must take the chance
Your turn to convince
Something new
Something fresh
Believe in you…
An Argument
A patchwork quilt spilled out and into a square. They fall into the covering and onto their backs.Two bodies side by side, together a powerful sight. Smiling eyes release their connection and turn upwards. Lost and gazing into a blue sky. White clouds overhead billowing, yet raging by. Arms pulled up and over their heads. Hands create sole pillows for their minds to find rest. Locked thoughts and desires just moments from notice or truth. With a bit of timing a mood changer created instead:
“Tell me of your life,” she whispered.
“There’s too much to recall, my dear.”
“Explain the cruelties of life, then. Start with why now and not twenty years sooner.”
“I can’t explain life, really. The fact is, my sweet, we aren’t allowed to question destiny.”
“Destiny? Is that what this is?”
“Now, look at that cloud!” he points upwards and across her chest.
“You mean the one over there that looks like an elephant,” she entertains.
“Elephant? I say, mountain.”
“Clearly, it’s an elephant!”
“Now, relax. Quickly, before the shifting begins, look again. See? Mountain…” he encourages.
“Maybe you could explain why you see a mountain and I see an elephant?”
“The explaination not as easy to believe, I fear. I’d like to see an elephant. I’m a believer in elephants. Alas, the cloud above us is a mountain strong and true.”
“So, you don’t want to see my elephant? You’d rather focus on your mountain?”
“Arguably, it isn’t as simple as what we see when laying here together.”
“I think it is. You don’t want to see my breathing elephant. You’d rather continue to view the cold hard mountain.”
“What is that supposed to mean? The elephant you see isn’t alive. It is a cloud passing by in the sky.”
“I think we both know what I mean!”
“Hmm!”
“I like laying here with you, though. It’s nice having a chat,” she exhaled.
“Yes, we should consider how to achieve more of that.”
“This…you mean. Achieve more of this…chatting.”
“No, I meant the disagreeing.”
“What?! Why?!”
“Ahh, it seems, you push me to look for elephants.”
“And I for mountains, my love…”
Sometimes… I Am A Drama Queen
Good Morning! I’m hoping the coffee and cookies help to sort out all the frustrations I have brewing inside of me. I have poems to share, but my state of mind has fed them to the wolves. I’m afraid posting anything of value to me would seem less than authentic and just perpetuate the fraudulent emotions I’m working through. My hope is that y’all are having a much better Monday morning. My goal is to share a few poems with you, unfortunately being a poet doesn’t sound like who I am today. Yes, Ms. Audrey has days where she feels unworthy. Boo! I can’t stand myself right now. I can’t even look myself in the eyes. I have allowed myself to keep from writing my truest of feelings.
Choose to disagree
I must still believe
Writing suits me
For years I’ve allowed those voices to decide my decree
Often agreeing that stalling was best for the time being
Focus over here, Audrey, so much requires your devotion
Only writing helps to heal me
Much to say with little support
Authenticity found in silence
Happy Valentine’s Day
The day is here and the end of my love poems. I enjoyed finding a way to express love in many forms. I’m leaving you with my thoughts today. A romantic will always live in my heart, but these feelings can wear a girl out. Is only one day needed to express yourself? No, I don’t believe so. Valentine’s Day really doesn’t do it for me, but this…this does:
Fresh flowers in a vase, no.
I’d rather a chance to smell your cologne.
Stand close to me.
Red candles to illuminate the dark, no.
I prefer your honesty and trust to shepherd.
Lead me.
Sweet chocolate on my lips, no.
I’d rather your thoughts and dreams pouring to soothe me.
Show me.
An array of jewels for my body, no.
I prefer deep notes which sing to me of your soul and rob me of my fears.
Stay with me.
Expensive toys to keep up with, no.
I’ll take a secluded journey and your adventurous spirit to guide me.
Take me.
Who you are and want us to be is all I’ll ever need.
Valentine Kiss
Come closer, true love
Let these hands linger
Allow them the sides of your face
Stubble, smooth sliding down
Coming up, rough pleasures
Fingers slowly walking
Close your eyes, my dear
The softest of skin found on your lids
Feel this cool touch, a satisfied trace
Your eyes gather charming colors
Wonderment of thoughts inside you
Fingers journey to your temples
Rub a sliver of the pain away
Relax, these hands love you
Relieved to feel your hair so soft
Twisting smells of you float within
Between all fingers, anticipating
Desires awaken, hair pulled too tight
Lean in, surrender your lips
Soft and supple, manly enough
Just what a woman wants
Predestined connection fulfilled
First kiss or last pay no mind
It’s all she’s craved today
Nothing else truly matters
Oh, Valentine
New Love
*For my grandfather who is 80+ and living to date another day. He is unstoppable even after outliving two wonderful wives.*
Love sick poetry
They thought he’d never see the day
Oh, Puppy Love how could you do him this way
Isn’t he far past such a feeling
Imagine what he’s been dreaming
Drawing hearts, ribbons and bows
Maybe her name inside his prose
Giddy with laughter
Everyone shaking their heads
What will we do with him they all said
They have no idea what to think
Putting away the romance novels, this guy is in deep
It’s honest, it’s true
Love after 60 can happen even for you
Dr. Ditty
Hey ditty ditty
Auddie went into the city
To see if Dr. Cutie
Could heal her throat
A shot she would need
Bend over, if you please
Revealed her hip bone, shyly
Hey watch it, Dr. Cutie
That’s my entire bootie!
His red beard seemed blushing
Aud figured he was paid handsomely
Another day at the office for Doc
Another shy girl left blushing
Poetry
yes
uh- huh
now that’s the way
words created to appreciate
yes, I like them, oh I like them
poetry takes multitudinous forms
you’ve found one, oh, you’ve found one
dash us off somewhere unattended, post-haste
after creating, a poet’s mind should never be alone
My Heart
Feel that?
That’s my heart!
Hear that?
That’s my heart!
Sense that?
That’s my heart!
Love that?
That’s my heart!
Want that?
That’s my heart!
Hearts are a beautiful mess
Remember use heed with mine
This heart demands too much
Push all those feelings back
Run quickly the other way
My heart has been betrayed
Couldn’t possibly love again
Frozen often remembering
Lessons of yesterday learned
Day at a time – a prison to serve
The Week For Love
The week for love
Souls lost in what to do
The week for love
They may write for you
The week for love
Love believes in truth
The week for love
One could easily love you
The week for love
Prepare your open heart
The week for love
It may come for you
Unrequited
kiss her – do it now
now before she turns away
let her finally feel your lips
you must, you must, you must
its Valentine’s Day soon
she’ll want it to be you
take her, grab her, do it
go, my love, she’s waiting
oh, fall in, fall in, fall in
let me walk away first
I can’t bare watching
Seeing You
Although I’ve never met you
I see your beautiful body
Shoulders back
Walking proudly
I can’t help but write you
Always fresh and in a different form
I see right through my lines
The exact moment when he becomes you and she becomes me
A writers weakness is fulfillment of the mind
Do we have a choice of who it will be
I have a feeling that the answer is no; not even a maybe
Direction
Create
Poetry I crave and read daily
Minds I want to rip open and see
How can it be, words written perfectly
Faceless poetry it spins me
Forever lost in thoughts of might have been
all uniquely
Words which inspire a nation
An analyzer, who questions a lifetime
My Dear, you theorize
Create thinking or even dreaming
Show me Divine perfection
absorbed daily
Music played to reach my soul
Find me beyond the stars
I ache while each note played
I hear you in every melody
Make it yo-yo; I don’t care
play for me
Pictures taken with a keen eye
I imagine them taking me somewhere
Close the distance between you and me
Make me laugh, face my fears, even cry
Show me life on the other side
do it slowly
Paintings create emotion regularly
Colors help me think and release
Black and white take me to places of dark
The sexiest of the arts, painters feel humanity
Search the eyes of the one in charge
paint me pretty


