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. 🙂
Effortless Beginnings
I miss the pure beauty,
of effortless beginnings,
a motion born of true love.
Possibilities ignore all yielding,
rushing to move through quickly,
and encouraging even the bleakest,
of futile opportunities, for serendipity.
Summer Breeze
Summer breeze
Softest sigh of relief
Breathe
Float with me
Blocked View
No matter the distance
Or how loud the call
With or without the view
Still, love is craved, above all
Functions exist
Essence is missed
Daylight survives
Moments lack bliss
Destiny occurs
We haven’t the choice
Knowing most lines are blurred
Fate has a voice we’ve all heard
Companionship
Reflecting duo
Sirenity of nature
Ignore each other
Blended Splendor
Blended pinwheel symmetry,
Defined petals in full view.
Cohabitation splendor,
Oh, just look at you.
Feathered inner sunshine,
Proves that your beauty, also,
Comes from within.
We see you beckoning,
Pleasantly, you’ll survive,
Amongst cascading leaves,
All the while living,
A wild verdant fantasy.
Listening
My Girl, Morgan, simply stunning the rest of us today. Says she was inspired by my poem, Waiting. Smiles, because she is the one who inspires me. Humbled and thrilled she gave this strange poetry form a try. Won’t you try? Give it a shot!
Listening
Listening, for Love
Listening for Love, to Sing
Listening for Love to Sing, Sweet
Listening for Love to Sing Sweet, Music
Listening for Love to Sing Sweet Music …
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Inspired by: Audrey Dawn’s beautiful poem, “Waiting”
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Jessica Allain
Always, You
I hear love’s softest whisper,
Confessing, I adore you.
Words floating with me tonight,
As I find my way,
To you in dreams.
Breathing in with relief,
I relax, it will always be you.
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting, for you
Waiting for you, to show
Waiting for you to show, me
Waiting for you to show me, the wind
Waiting for you to show me the wind…
Nothing
Nothing connects, right now
Words narrowly escape deletion
With everything I have, I try
Not to find disgust, oozing
From my pores, which lack essence
Truthfulness and ability
I’m losing the battle, daily
Believing I am, nothing
I want you to know I am writing, but this is all that has come out the last few days.
Longing Like This
Wasn’t the possibilities of your fingers,
Softly interlaced with mine.
It isn’t the irreplaceable thought,
Of receiving your seductive kiss.
Won’t be the yearning dreams,
We cannot make come true.
Just so you may, my love,
Truly understand this poetess,
It is your creative mind,
That will always leave me,
Longing, day and night,
Like this.
Happy Friday Night, my friends! Enjoy your weekend! ♡♡♡
Waiting
Leaning into your hand,
Found, on the small of my back,
Whispers gently attack.
Wish me this.
Wish me that.
Oh, how I’d love, if once,
You would react.
Happy Endings
Keep waiting patiently, she heard
Love, whispering to her broken heart
Desperation, has never lived here
You’re okay just as you are, believe
Envisioning, a fairytale happy ending
Swirls
Swirling freely through
Light, immaculate color
Bright spotlight dance
Wildest Dreams
Beyond expectation,
Sits your wildest dreams,
Glowing magnificently.
Reach out and claim them,
Sit amongst their swells,
Bounce on them into forever,
Or wrap them, keeping them to yourself.
Simply Red – An Elfje
Red
The hair
Upon her head
Will she blend in?
Hypnotic
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 