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Author: amahlalaSometimes I wander through the halls of my mind...
Testing each door.
Will that one open today? Is that one still locked?
A scent, a sound, a glimpse of another time...
Takes me back in my life.
Wandering down the paths of my mind.
Do I have any regrets, is that wound healed?
Is the sense of wonder and awe still there?
Do I remember that flower, is it still fragrant and new?
Are my dreams still in color, bursting with passion and joy?
Do I find myself happy or full of sorrows this day?
Sometimes I wander through the halls of my mind...
Testing each door.
That door opened today, another memory set free. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 3:04 PM CST About this poem:
A day of contemplation. |
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Author: amahlalaIn the pool upon my back....floating....
Looking upon the stars....shining...twinkling...
In tune with me.
Feeling the water envelope me..
Like a lover's embrace...
The warmth of the water...the cool breeze...
Just caressing me.
Calm comes over me...the stress drains away...
What was unknown...becomes known...
And my sould, again, is free. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:55 PM CST About this poem:
Water |
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Author: amahlalaI woke up one morning, the children had flown.
The rooms had echos, laughter and sorrow.
I wandered around empty chambers all through.
I need to know, to see, to feel,
Where did I go, who did I become?
I woke up one morning, the laughter had flown.
The walls were blank, no tears or fears.
I wandered around embracing the quiet.
I need to know, to see, to feel,
Where do I go, when did I choose?
I woke up one morning, smiles so bright.
The decision made, feeling so right.
I wandered around elated all through.
I chose VEGAS baby, what a wonderful gift
I now feel, I now see, I HAPPY with me. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Thu Nov 5, 2009 8:35 PM CST About this poem:
An "empty-nesters" poem |
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Author: amahlalasomeone told me the light was gone,
no hopes, no dreams, no rhyme or reason,
only sorrow lingered.
i asked someone to tell me why,
the sky was dark and the fear was thick
only sorrow lingered.
someone told me the joy was gone,
the loneliness crept in, the warmth was out,
only sorrow lingered.
i begged someone to bring it back to me,
the hope, the dreams, the rhyme and reason,
no more sorrows to linger.
someone told me wake up and see,
only you can change your reality,
only happiness lingers. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 1:15 PM CST |
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Author: amahlalaA Friends Trust
"My friend do you trust me?"
'Twas whispered in the darkness,
Her head on the pillow...
The moon full bright, shining through the window.
"My friend do you trust me?"
Came back the whispered echo, as out on the back porch,
He stood barefoot and chilled,
The moon full bright, beaming down upon the grass.
"My friend, I do trust you."
Came the words, felt but unheard.
"My friend, I do trust you."
So said, so felt, came the peace,
Between the two who did feel and who knew. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Wed Sep 2, 2009 7:32 PM CST About this poem:
For my friend.... |
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Author: amahlalaOh Fate..the twisted skein
unravelling before your eyes.
To do right, with all your might,
punished, no words, the blight.
With a sword and a heart,
time seems to vanquish you.
And in the shadows, I do watch,
offering what little I can.
Stuggling to see,
which card is played.
Screaming in the darkness,
I will light a candle.
And try to reason with destiny,
as you fight to make it right. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Sun Sep 6, 2009 3:50 PM CST About this poem:
For WinterAires |
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Author: amahlalaThe moon has waxed and waned.....
Again and again I watch.....
Revolutions through the night sky.
Pondering...questioning...crying..laughing...
The knowledge is there...
Yet, I cannot bring myself to learn....the fear. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Fri Aug 7, 2009 7:38 PM CST |
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Author: amahlalaSitting on the back porch
legs swinging back and forth
Quiet little voice whispers...
A little bitty castle,
A little bitty moat...
WHOOSH!
Soft giggles,
Smile wreath his face
Quiet little voice whispers...
A little bitty puppy,
A little bitty house...
WHOOSH!
Hands clapping, loud laughter
Running round the yard,
In her little sundress,
WHOOSH!
What are you doing my two?
Making wishes with the fairies...
Want to blow some bubbles too?
WHOOSH! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 6:50 PM CST About this poem:
blowing bubbles...... |
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Author: amahlalaShe struggled in the mornings light to see that which he saw...
Each brick placed so precisely, named one, named all.
This is for the hurt, that one for the pain, this one named denial,
All set smooth and bladed with her tears anchored in the mortar.
Breath gasping, heart tearing, the sound alone did make her scream.
For there, in the mornings light, did she see the perforated resistance and the walls slowly crumbling to let her soul be free. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:06 AM CST About this poem:
Courtesy of a suggestion/challenge |