Valentine Kiss

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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

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*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

My Heart

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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

Seeing You

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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

Create

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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

I Remember You

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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.

Princess Magic

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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…

Her Curtain Falls

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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
She weeps:

Help me discount this cruel world, my love
Draw our bath
Combine two minds
Make me laugh
But, first, just lie back

A Dreamers Curse

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Searching, searching, it seems.
Why can’t I just be happy looking at pretty things?
Wondering, wondering, I agree.
The road I’m already on is so head smaking easy!
Wishing, wishing, I believe.
What I’ve made up in my mind keeps my heart beating.
Wanting, wanting, what I cannot have!
It doesn’t exsist, they’ve all told me that…

Dragon’s Loyalty Award: I’ve Been Lifted Up

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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.

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Courage

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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.

Fear: My Old Friend

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 On occasion I have this negative voice that enters my mind. He reminds me that I have the ability to dwell in fear. I just needed to let him know that I’m not afraid, even if I feel completely exposed. 

Fear: I saw you today, Courage. What you did, well, it was cute.

Courage: I got up there on that step. I wrote it. I read it!

Fear: It was amateur, at best.

Courage: I felt alive. Wasn’t I brilliant!?

Fear: I don’t know about that, Courage. I think I still found the perfect dark spot within you.

Courage: No you didn’t, Fear. I wasn’t weak. You witnessed strength.

Fear: Nope, I know what I saw. You did it, but then you ran and hid. I saw your eyes.

Courage: Shut up!

Fear: I’m just being honest. I thought you should know, it’ll be okay. Stick to what you know, friend.

Courage: I didn’t ask for your help. I thought you’d left, anyway.

Fear: Why would I leave? You’re just getting comfortable.

Courage: I think you’re scared of me, actually.

Fear: I am not, please, yeah right.

Courage: I think so. Just look at this, it seems, I can almost see right through you.

Fear: What? Where?

Courage: See – like this…my hand slides right through your image. I barely feel you.

Fear: Wait. Oh, that?

Courage: So you do see it happening? Good.

Fear: Psst! Your mistake, Courage. I’m still here. I allow myself different packaging.

Courage: How? Please explain…

Fear:  See, I would, but I needn’t bother. You still find me everywhere. Silly girl…

I chose to write it out, in spite of him, in an effort to keep the upper hand…

Daniel 10: 19-21. (Joshua 1: 6-7, 2 Corinthians 12:9)

A Conversation With A Girl – The End

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Kyle flicked the bill of his baseball cap. “I have a feeling, correct me if I’m wrong, but there isn’t much about you that gets old,” he said, as he pointed a finger in her direction.

Andy’s mouth gapped open. Kyle’s eyes darted around her lips. Her eyes flared with surprise. His fingers flinched with a need to touch her bottom lip.

“What…?” She was speechless for about a second. Then the sound that came out next made everything right with the world.

Kyle’s eyes never left her face, that laugh, the best part was that she was giving it away for free.

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A Conversation With A Girl – Part Two

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Kyle sized up his surroundings and walked towards the bar. There were two older gentlemen, deep in conversation, and sitting at the end. One was drinking black coffee. Kyle watched the steam float up as the bartender placed a cup down in front of a man. A man she obviously new well. It was the reassuring way she touched his swollen and aging hand. The man’s confidant was holding a short class with mostly ice inside. Kyle had seen his father’s associates holding glasses like that one. Typically, while in deep discussion, as well. The bottom of the glass had once held a layer of whiskey, he’d bet. The man looked to have had a few of them. Continue reading →

A Conversation With A Girl

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“Well, it could have gone differently, I believe, but seeing how well it’s turned out, I’d say she dodged a bullet.”

Idiot. What did he know anyway, ‘how well it’s turned out’, give me a break!

His tires barked as he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. Requesting the song, he shouted out to his car and flipped the volume way up. He wanted that song now! The music quickly started and everything his father had said began to drown out. Finally, now it didn’t matter where his car took him. His pulse began to lessen.

Turning left or right wasn’t his concern, frankly he couldn’t give a damn, as long as he put distance between them. Continue reading →

Who Said The Word Snow? I’m Coming To Find You…

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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!