The wind still blows here
Built: forced to spin perfect
Take me; make it stop
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
Words which inspire a nation
An analyzer, who questions a lifetime
My Dear, you theorize
Create thinking or even dreaming
Show me Divine perfection
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
I listen to the rain outside; I think of you
Why now do I choose to remember
I miss the rain…Maybe I miss you.
A sad tune; takes me back
You should have kept that song
I need sadness…Maybe I need you.
Ears full of every song you’ve written
They quite rightly send me to you
I hear your melody…Maybe I hear you.
Your voice takes me back to that night
Strong hands play. I drift away
I wait for memories…Maybe I wait for you.
Your artistic mind allows for comfort
Today you will be my place to dwell
I wish for comfort…Maybe I wish for you.
Play our favorite notes: The deep ones
Allow my soul to sing
I can sing…Maybe I can sing for you.
That night you taught me how to play
Your arms wrapped around my body
I played for you…Maybe I taught you.
Feeling safe, free and secure; my speed
You encouraged my path beautifully
I remember it…Maybe I remember you.
Lay your head down my princess
The weather too cold outside
Relax and dream, continue the story
Do you remember the Beauty?
The one I speak of, as you drift to sleep
She’s inside of you, inside of me
A Beast did snatch her, I agree
But let me tell you more about him
A strong mind was his, given Divinely
Once sharing it, then to be left denying
His heart seemed cold until that day
A Princess came and stole it away
She saw the love inside his heart
It needn’t matter how he appeared
She’d used her heart to weaken fear
Remember, my little one, listen to me
If this is your wish, my sweet darling
Work your princess magic and go find him…
The door opened.
The door closed.
Arms open, grasping the wall
A thankful breath for survival
Fleeting bedroom route taken
Wandering towards her dresser
One by one earings separated
Body scrutinized in the mirror
Precarious eyes fall from witness
Craggy fingers skim about her neck
Tension felt to her toes
Shivers absolute over her body
His creation, she weakens
Leaning into him enduringly
His whispered presence declared:
You’re mine now, my stifled one
The merciless day is over…
Pins slowly removed
Curls allowed to be free
Cascading her curves
Gathering auburn ringlets
Spawns gentle smelling
A zipper stream composes
Her dress long forgotten
His tone used to rouse her:
Take off the passable mask
Come to me, my dark one
Turning through aphonic moaning
Delighted to see her dreaming one
Help me discount this cruel world, my love
Draw our bath
Combine two minds
Make me laugh
But, first, just lie back
I have to accept the award given to me twice yesterday. The Dragon’s Loyalty Award has become one of my favorites, so the chance to blog about it again is so very welcomed. I’m thrilled to be acknowledged by two humorists or humourists. They’re brilliant at pulling out a chuckle or smirk. I was offered a new button for this award, but there’s something about this one that I like, so I’m keeping it. I’ve offered the other two options below, but first let’s get to the two bloggers responsible for making my day brighter yesterday.
This is my thinking place, I share it happily
I wish we could walk it once together
I have questions of life
Your answers provide my awakening
Your creative gift today, well, I’ll forever be thanking
Writing is a personal journey
Sharing it with others takes faith in God, for me
Remind me why we do what we do
Why writers rip open their minds
Toss contents on the table
Wear our hearts out on complete strangers
After today’s post I think I should share a photo I find comfort in remembering. The poem above I wrote after my friend, Michael, posted a beautiful photo. He wrote of encouraging thoughts along with it. His words helped then and they continue to help me today. Check out his photo and his blog, Harcourt 51, if you haven’t done so already. He is worth sharing with you guys. He creates wonderful opportunities to think and stretch your mind. His photos are spectacular, as well. For your words, Michael, once again I thank you.
We could watch paint dry together
Listen to my secretive prose
Quiet words flying nearby
I’m up for it, if you are.
Stand in line to watch water evaporate
Tap our feet to your street music
Keep alive our creative beat
Finally same concrete
I’m up for it, if you are.
Sit here guessing similar fears
Search eyes; touch skin
For truth and acceptance
Kiss trembling away
I’m up for it, if you are.
All three creative and real
Capable of floating up
To be caught for witness
Changing many lives
I’m up for it, if you are.
Lying there with you
Let it be: I ask
Maybe today you can?
Try to be my kind of Saturday
I’m quite upset this morning, don’t you see?
We were supposed to wake up screaming something like, “IT’S SNOWING!”
They let us know 19 hours too early, that school would be canceled today without thinking.
Whoopie! I’ll spend my day writing and baking. It’s just the weather to write of love-making.
I’ll keep the kettle hot for coffee, cocoa and tea, all the while children watch something on T.V.
No, I’m not up North and I haven’t moved back to the middle of this country.
You see, we’re still down here in cowboy country, but the snow apparently isn’t coming.
Texas had a winter warning, snow and ice it seemed, and me without my equipment for sledding.
I guess we’ll read and eat those muffins over there cooling.
Yes, eat them all day long, it seems.
We won’t get out of our jammies, I don’t care what you think.
Who closes school for a snow day 19 hours too early?
That would be Texas, we don’t have the road clearing means…
But please, wait until you see something happening.
Today, life was canceled for snow and ice.
I have two confused children who await explaining!
Growing a field of ice
A farmer’s work never done
Even in South Texas
I wondered the quiet beach and imagined you today
Seemingly embodied in each crystal clear blue wave
I searched for your words as you twisted us closer
Roughly escorting me deeper into that vast ocean
Pull me under and into your strong current, I plea
Might as well, around you I can’t seem to breathe
Feel us spin effortlessly in the morning water, too
Again I stumble, beating my head against the sand
Maybe I’ll learn and these feelings can finally end
Again, what my mind does for you…
Billions and Billions go unsaid
Billions and Billions pulled back
Billions and Billions turned aside
What we’d have if we just accepted
A constant surge of wants and needs
Take them, please
Fight with me about adversities
I’ll take what I can get
This silence is killing me
Demand, I push you back
Open Me Up!
Force, my feelings out
Hold my arms down
Seize my eyes, as they attack yours
Feel that powerful tension
Don’t turn away
I need you to stay
Letting me win
Well, that’s often his way
Push Me, my whispered plea
Make me push you back
Open Me Up, I silently beg
Force my lack of feelings out
. . . So it matters to me . . .
. . . A deliberate path . . .
. . . Time taken, care advised . . .
. . . Focus the journey and stay alive . . .
. . . Mustn’t allow my weakness to flow . . .
. . . It’s all a game, don’t you know . . .
. . . Scratch that, it isn’t you see . . .
. . . My past crushed me . . .
. . . My present a healing hell . . .
. . . My future deliberate, one only I can tell . . .
On days when my mind races;
This heart of mine you keep it beating.
Forever lost in powerful dreaming;
Oh please, agree to release me.
Grant the creativity I feel deep inside;
Muse, bravely lead me through our eternity.
Dance perfectly, my woman
Offer an honorable and friendly curtsy
Smile on time, I remember you once forgetting
Shut your mouth, the explaining appropriate never
You should have thought of that selfish woman, you know better
Makes sense now doesn’t it? I’ve told you, your silly dreams forever hindering
I see you there little leaf in the tree,
Are you hanging there to scare me?
I can’t quiet seem to figure you out,
Maybe you’re here to distract or calm my doubts?
Why do you continue to hold on?
Don’t you know all the others have gone?
Do you see a future that others did not see?
Why would you choose to wait with me?
Being left alone does not frighten this lady, only strengthens, I believe.
Go along and find the others, I see them all waiting curiously.
Don’t trouble yourself with lingering here now, honestly
Okay, its award time. Trust me, this has been a long time coming. I am way behind in thanking everyone for encouraging me. I have to say that I was surprised at the amount of friends I have to thank. Some of you shocked me. I didn’t even know you were reading my posts. For the record, I have a special place in my heart for you quiet readers. I happen to be one on occasion.
This is a long post. I’ve tried to speed it up as best I can without taking away from the bloggers who truly need a push and the recognition. Please forgive my writing errors today. I’m not going to say I didn’t spell check, because it may be the only thoughtful correcting I did for you.
We’ve got to get to this quick, as you all know how much work goes in to posting and pasting all of this important information. I want to make sure I get it correct for all of us. Just please know I am thrilled to have my badges on the side of my blog and am thankful for such a supportive group of followers. Okay, this is going to be fun, I promise.
Written for Professor VJ Duke, the keeper of The Punchy Lands! He's a constant supporter of mine. I hold him quite dear. Read of his Punchies , his land is captivating. The professor commanded me to write of swords. I confessed that swords and I had no history. I insisted I wouldn't know how. Then Jolly Holiday happened just before Christmas, I wrote of my experience and then created this, my first published sonnet, a lyric piece of dramatic poetry. Thank you, Duke. Thanks for pushing me to write of swords, I would have never known of the therapeutic release otherwise, my friend. ******************* Slumped shoulders proved to me that you were about to let him win… Come on! Get up and fight! The war in your mind is still raging Snuff out the voices which keep you down Show me you have the will to kill Reveal! Show your battle arms and let the scars open Stand tall against his approach, do you hear Dead in the eyes the only way to abdicate him Remember, diverted eyes can show your fear Raise! Your trusted hand which tightly anchors the hilt Thrust that sword through the air Make contact early and release any guilt The awaited battle ensues, you'll take that dare Step Back! Let him show his wounds, see what it proves Warm blood, let them all have a view Oh! Claret upholds your technique Nay, he didn't have a clue Attack! Veer left, yes again and proper You wear the armor of a Knight Keep revealing the ante of war Show him your quick and mighty flight Go! He'll take you further, no doubt Sword drawn, go at him again He desires a severed conclusion Eternally, your life not his to end Stomp! Yes, towards his sword, Anon! Do not take your eyes off him This is your archaic dream Shan't let him win Quick! Quick! Force him to back up! Now Charge! Right hand push forward Oh! Come around - chase him down No, didn't see that side either He found a piece of you, this is fear Get Up! Make it fast he'll charge your weakness Remove your hand of your side, center yourself He's back with full vengeance Recovery, yes, that's the plan Show! Your determination to end him Feel the pressure as the sword slides in Fight to end his creation and all consumes Make him pay for perpetrating you Stop! Speak of triumphing words Remind him of the joy you'll feel While ending this tiresome battle Oh Please, believe in supremacy still Remember! As he slowly approaches you again Taunting with smiles employed by evil Remember, you fight for good Defeating him: the conquest of all brave men Prepare! He'll sense any admittance of shortcomings Qualify all beliefs, the end is near Center your sword, Wise One Prove to him nevermore in error Listen! To the voice inside your cunning belfry You mustn't ignore the wicked one He's there to keep you justly alive You'll toss him out after the battle is done Wait! For him, he's calculating His timing will be perfect, it seems Sadly, his sword just as mighty Yet, powered by all evil deeds Don't! Not too soon, this fight is yours to win You can't allow for mistakes this night Keep your grip strong, your mind sharp Recall, the moral Ninja in this fight Control! The feet which want to go advancing Your timing is all you have Sun setting, this match predestined Phantoms of happily ever after awaken Fight! Right, left, right! Charge forward, Warrior Use the hands on your blade, gather the battler Pull the darkness towards you Tonight! Spin your wrist, force his sword away Did you see him fronting near the end Evil lost his footing, gain the ground which separates Finish him! Mighty! Pull that sword back Cease the fight, attack! Slice life from him, left to right Exactly what you wanted, true? To end him? What? Didn't you see? Your sword played wickedly Skill pulled the sword from his hands End this battle just as we planned Just Believe! He's left unarmed, your chance to be free Your eyes stay connected, questioning him urgently To see your sword drawn so violently Then to watch you walk away, Amazing That's Right! I like that smile You know you've won, why end him at all There's nothing he could have done The power between your shoulders Well, it has only just begun ******************************* Hmm? What are you doing How is it that you're carving Something into that tree How Interesting! You're using your sword caressing the golden award winning beast The tip seems to be carving brilliantly A Ring? Is it true! You finished it rather quickly, 'twas said to you Mesmerizing to watch the katana now so clean Sword takes an About-face to your protective side now clinging So! Upon closer inspection, as you wait for my opinion I pull out my ink, simple letters to be appended Amidst the ring a simple phrase created - WORD! Laughter! I ruffle your hair and replace my pen. Let's get on with it then. (By golly, I think she's done it.)