Consumed by a warm breeze
You return to me almost gallantly
Succumbing to that familiar murmur
I’m here
Be still
Relax
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The meat and potatoes of Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister
Somewhere In Between
Divided by who she is and must be,
Complicated beauty, spinning.
Broken trust, yet willing to thrive,
Found from somewhere deep inside.
Torn between suffocating her color,
And accepting that which brings her life.
A painted essence you can see,
One she’ll deny continously.
You’ll want to rescue her, catch her,
Have the hand she leans towards first.
Know she’s twirling effortlessly,
Used to living sublimely,
Dedicated to using what’s hers,
Independence, her curse.
Feathered Dismissal
Each tear, feathered away,
asked not to stay.
Stained streaks of genuine pain,
across this confused face.
Knowing that I’ve cried over you,
another ugly mistake.
Missing you each and every day,
Not a lady does that make…
Happy Redhead Days (Haiku)
My quick reminder
A thrill seeking ride sometimes
Refunding allowed
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Hugging a Ginger
Redhead Festival of joy
Shipped here from Mars
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Rarity it seems
Nothing special we all know
Life never the same
How could I not share this important weekend with you?! 🙂 🙂 🙂 Yes, I’m losing it. The first week of school has me dreaming of a reason to celebrate, or how to possibly get out of work early on Friday. Whatever it takes y’all…
Feeding
Seeking her
Drawn in by color
Jewel toned
Luscious and ample flower
Opening for his need
She releases beautifully
Succumbing to his desire
He drinks what she’s offering
Power draining her reserve
Sitting admiring his handy work
She – easily persuaded
Lustrous Muse
Watching your glow
You’ll emerge, dramatically
Until then, I’ll lay here musing
Wondering the clouds for proof
Complete Joy
(I could watch these fingers play all night. Completely, seductive. Man, do I love ZZ Top’s Rough Boy, but this solo is truly something to enjoy. I wrote for hours thinking of these strings being played by talented fingers.)
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Exposed
Hand on my neck
Tug of my hair
Fantasy whispers
It’s raining out there
Life’s Possibilities
We will wake
Finding beauty
In our yesterday
Witness perfection
Through living today
Smile, and begin again
Dreaming of tomorrow’s
Possibilities, waiting in us
Feeling You
You’re the breath I’ve waited to breathe
Coolest of breeze floating across me
Your qualified essence surrounding
Semblance meaning everything
Address Unknown
Exhaling into a calm afternoon
Daydreaming of a fantasy adventure
A place where we can be together
Address unknown, and preferred
My Morning Request
If even seconds hold me back,
From enjoying your endowment,
Wrap me,
Hold me still,
And provide your power.
Culminating a moment,
We’ll share, forever.
Longing Souls
Longing souls are birthed
Usually, through deep desires
Found, living behind a sad heart
Exhausted, from waiting too long
Normally, for what could never be
My Fear
Before heavy eyes conquer this lady
I humbly confess to remembering
Vivid pictures of our beginning
Slowly teetering on becoming
Time that never was or isn’t
Proving that we don’t exist
My mind, that of a dreamer
Dawn
Dawn is among us
Exhaling across azure
Without you, I’ll pass
Multiple Beauties
All, brilliant in lavender color
Some, copiously displayed
Many, gravitate to power
Plenty, will shyly escape
Loads, unfolding for view
Few, pause with elegance
Most, leave me envious
None, worthy of you
Trust Me
I’ve been waiting,
Felt you near,
Trust me,
I know you feel me, too.
The Ride
An optimal spread begins,
Causing a continuous feeling,
To beautifully occur,
When one submits,
To the current’s lead.
Starting high,
Ebbing with ease,
Rushing over,
Her middle throughly,
To finish slow,
Peacefully relaxing,
Exhaustively lapping,
At what he couldn’t achieve.
Real Quick
I’m an intelligent woman. I haven’t a degree in Information Technology, nor do I want one, but I have received an honorary degree from Cyberspace this past year. Okay, that’s a lie. Bold faced lie, but I should have received one. I’m pretty impressed with my abilities to rock some of this ITGeek stuff all by myself. (Yes, I made up a name. I like the name. Geek’s are awesome.) *flexing her muscles* I’m currently swooning over those with a bit more IT ability than I. ITGeekDates.net may not be a website yet, but I’m willing to create it. No, I’m not. Another lie. Worse than the last one. Can you imagine the drinking involved if I tried to do that? Seriously…
I just want to be able to manage this website, I so eagerly pay for each year, without becoming a complete and utter drunk. Seriously, I just want to write. I don’t want to sit here for days (okay maybe hours, probably minutes, before beginning this post) trying to figure out why WordPress is attaching any ol’ picture it wants onto my poem and shooting it on over to my Google+ profile. Honestly, it’s been about two hours. Sad, I know. Miserably, challenged in a few areas. This should and sounds like an easy fix.
Now, as much as I enjoyed receiving the Miracle Blogger Award, somehow it doesn’t send the right message when attached to a lost love poem. Ahhhh!!!! I don’t want white or gray hairs on my head and I’ve gotten a few by clicking buttons this evening.
I have this pain in my right temple and tequila isn’t helping it one bit. Anyway, if you don’t hear from me tomorrow it’s because I’ve passed out on my laptop, my phone or on my desk in front of the Apple. Don’t laugh if the lime juice has attached the lime slice to my cheek. Kindly, shake my shoulder and move along. Thanks.
Gotta run, my glass is empty and I’m headed back to the WordPress Help Center. I cannot promise that I won’t start hitting on people, if I don’t get this figured out soon. 🙂
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 