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Along Came You
Because the world is on a string
Because the world don't mean a thing
The sky above and hell below
Can't stop the way I feel.. So let it show.
Like a baby's breath or the day we die
There are times in life that don't come twice
Then along came you and shined your light
Illuminated...My darkest night.
When all the children come to play
When all the wolves are kept at bay
When the whole world now is on it's own
Can't stop the way I feel, so let it go.
Because the world don't mean a thing
The sky above and hell below
Can't stop the way I feel.. So let it show.
Like a baby's breath or the day we die
There are times in life that don't come twice
Then along came you and shined your light
Illuminated...My darkest night.
When all the children come to play
When all the wolves are kept at bay
When the whole world now is on it's own
Can't stop the way I feel, so let it go.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
How the world was illuminated that night I met my husband.A New Day 2011
A field of bright diamonds
Sparkles, shine and glow
First rays of dawn,
Crisp, new fallen snow
A New Day
A new year
A fresh page bright and clean
Fresh snow on the meadow,
Not a track to be seen.
Sparkles, shine and glow
First rays of dawn,
Crisp, new fallen snow
A New Day
A new year
A fresh page bright and clean
Fresh snow on the meadow,
Not a track to be seen.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
A new year starts as fresh and clean as fresh snow on the meadows.
Q & A
Will a road less traveled lead to a land lesser known?
Or will it be discovered as a path to Paris or Rome?
Will a grassy knoll be a knoll less blown?
Or will it too have scars of erosion shown?
Will a horse less ridden want to be left alone?
Or would the horse prefer it's splendor be shown?
Will a candle stay lit beside a walls airy slit?
Or will the candle lose grip of it's coveted wick?
Will a falling tree be heard within a forest thick?
Or will it's collapse be as any other falling stick?
Will a ship get lost in a seas' waves angry and slick?
Or will the sea show mercy with it's vanishing trick?
So many questions upon which one could delve,
Answers as diverse as the questions themselves.
Or will it be discovered as a path to Paris or Rome?
Will a grassy knoll be a knoll less blown?
Or will it too have scars of erosion shown?
Will a horse less ridden want to be left alone?
Or would the horse prefer it's splendor be shown?
Will a candle stay lit beside a walls airy slit?
Or will the candle lose grip of it's coveted wick?
Will a falling tree be heard within a forest thick?
Or will it's collapse be as any other falling stick?
Will a ship get lost in a seas' waves angry and slick?
Or will the sea show mercy with it's vanishing trick?
So many questions upon which one could delve,
Answers as diverse as the questions themselves.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Failing the 50 word challenge, I chose to modify the poem at Andrews suggestion. Thanks for your inspiration Andrew!!
In Future’s Defense (revisited)
rewritten in 50-word rhyme
Bold feathers reflecting sunbeams red
in flight’s pattern to elude
small, winged force of nature did
swoop, outsized, generations to protect, obtrude
diving hard into vulnerability, unseen but surely felt
to distract from its future’s cradled heart
dark, small, unrelenting, each blow it dealt
until regal red-tailed intruder did depart.
Bold feathers reflecting sunbeams red
in flight’s pattern to elude
small, winged force of nature did
swoop, outsized, generations to protect, obtrude
diving hard into vulnerability, unseen but surely felt
to distract from its future’s cradled heart
dark, small, unrelenting, each blow it dealt
until regal red-tailed intruder did depart.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Written in response to andrew149's rhyming-50-word-story-poem challenge
As a Droplet Of The Sea
As a droplet of the sea
I thought - I expected - I wished
To vaporise - vanish into the colourlessness
To fall down again completing the cycle
As the right time comes, but here
I was Rose. Trying to dance at Loughnassa,
Yet as Sysyphus got to roll on the past stone.
And you. You thought you were Zeus,
But no, not one nor Hercules.
No trace of nobility in thy glacial, bronzed eyes.
You were simply the life pariah and I tried,
Tried to bring relief to your, by now,
Utterly altered lips. Your hands. Stained.
Tangled in the continuous web of silence.
The angel's halo shone lit up by the dim light
Of the coal - inky, plastic lamp.
Its not dim but more.
My confidantes, my girls of Paradise,
I was becoming the one but your arms
Opened in a half embrace welcoming
The droplets of melancholy
Soon to be diamonds of the history.
For we had to be once witless or imprudent
To gain the wisdom that still awaits in
The threshold. I crossed the door unaware,
In a wave that came - to vanish again.
I thought - I expected - I wished
To vaporise - vanish into the colourlessness
To fall down again completing the cycle
As the right time comes, but here
I was Rose. Trying to dance at Loughnassa,
Yet as Sysyphus got to roll on the past stone.
And you. You thought you were Zeus,
But no, not one nor Hercules.
No trace of nobility in thy glacial, bronzed eyes.
You were simply the life pariah and I tried,
Tried to bring relief to your, by now,
Utterly altered lips. Your hands. Stained.
Tangled in the continuous web of silence.
The angel's halo shone lit up by the dim light
Of the coal - inky, plastic lamp.
Its not dim but more.
My confidantes, my girls of Paradise,
I was becoming the one but your arms
Opened in a half embrace welcoming
The droplets of melancholy
Soon to be diamonds of the history.
For we had to be once witless or imprudent
To gain the wisdom that still awaits in
The threshold. I crossed the door unaware,
In a wave that came - to vanish again.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Ok this poem was an outcome of a silly event that just taught me a lesson ;) There is some reference to Greek/Roman mythology in many of my poems and so it appears to happen with this one but Girls of Paradise in second stanza are simply closest friends that you can always count on :)
The Moon is Woman
The moon is woman
Bathed in celestial
light
A jewel set in
the heavens
Crowning a
starlit night
Her charms bewitch
Her mystery
untamed
Her beauty
matchless
Intrigue her
name~
Bathed in celestial
light
A jewel set in
the heavens
Crowning a
starlit night
Her charms bewitch
Her mystery
untamed
Her beauty
matchless
Intrigue her
name~
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Posted: Jun 2011
Post CommentWho am I?
I am who I am..at least
that's what I think
I mean, who else could
I be unless I'm the
missing link?
I'm North, South, East,
and West
I'm the missing button
on your daddy's vest
I'm here, I'm near, and
I'm from afar
I'm as close as the moon
and as far as a star
I'm a half breed, crossbreed,
and everything between
Yet I am only you if you
get what I mean
I'm a thought within a
thought so who is doing
the thinking?
Unless of course you're
scratching your head and
wonder who's been drinking
No, my friend, tis but a
rhyme that you and I are
one of a kind
The only difference between
you and me is what our hearts
have learned to see~
that's what I think
I mean, who else could
I be unless I'm the
missing link?
I'm North, South, East,
and West
I'm the missing button
on your daddy's vest
I'm here, I'm near, and
I'm from afar
I'm as close as the moon
and as far as a star
I'm a half breed, crossbreed,
and everything between
Yet I am only you if you
get what I mean
I'm a thought within a
thought so who is doing
the thinking?
Unless of course you're
scratching your head and
wonder who's been drinking
No, my friend, tis but a
rhyme that you and I are
one of a kind
The only difference between
you and me is what our hearts
have learned to see~
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Posted: Sep 2011
Post Comment
"Beautiful Storm"
Child you are my beautiful storm!...
Warm wind frames dark eyes and hair..
Not cool like mother, blued eyed and fair...
Blowing in on a wintery day...
Everything changing as I watch you play...
In your crib, my beautiful storm...
Filled with a promise not yet born...
You cry for me in the dead of night...
I feed your hunger, I hold you tight...
Trying to calm another storm...
As one more piece of my heart is torn...
A mothers' breast will fill your need...
Beautiful storm, be still I plead!...
Warm wind frames dark eyes and hair..
Not cool like mother, blued eyed and fair...
Blowing in on a wintery day...
Everything changing as I watch you play...
In your crib, my beautiful storm...
Filled with a promise not yet born...
You cry for me in the dead of night...
I feed your hunger, I hold you tight...
Trying to calm another storm...
As one more piece of my heart is torn...
A mothers' breast will fill your need...
Beautiful storm, be still I plead!...
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
A mothers' love for her child...the perfection(master oshiba's lesson)
at night in the dojo,some monks had a chat about perfection.
the first said: be like an ocean of compassion!
the second said:have detachment to acquire a clear vision !
and the third:practice a perfect zazen to reach the knowledge!
no,no,no..replied master oshiba:
compassion is the worst form of selfishness if you're only able
to kiss the sandals of the first bagger on your path..
detachment,is the worst form of illusion:your wisdom will light up the dojo,but once at the market you'll be unable to compare two melons!
knowledge is the worst form of contempt,be a wiseman not a master,
practice zazen like unbereable little monkeys and you will be able
to compare melons !
the first said: be like an ocean of compassion!
the second said:have detachment to acquire a clear vision !
and the third:practice a perfect zazen to reach the knowledge!
no,no,no..replied master oshiba:
compassion is the worst form of selfishness if you're only able
to kiss the sandals of the first bagger on your path..
detachment,is the worst form of illusion:your wisdom will light up the dojo,but once at the market you'll be unable to compare two melons!
knowledge is the worst form of contempt,be a wiseman not a master,
practice zazen like unbereable little monkeys and you will be able
to compare melons !
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
you think its easy to compare melons ?..ha ha !
Road Trip (rhyming acrostic)
Rolling down the dusty unmade road
Over the rackety bridge we rode
A slow trickle of water under it flowed
Driving on even though the road narrowed
Tranquillity not at all overshadowed
Room to breath without feeling harrowed
Inner paths stretch leading to the highroad
Places now flash by, some of them hallowed
written 08/18/2013
Over the rackety bridge we rode
A slow trickle of water under it flowed
Driving on even though the road narrowed
Tranquillity not at all overshadowed
Room to breath without feeling harrowed
Inner paths stretch leading to the highroad
Places now flash by, some of them hallowed
written 08/18/2013
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Posted: Aug 2013
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