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I have fallen in love
It was inevitable
As the Sun and Moon rise together
That hunger fire and passion
Would consume my life
And dwell within my being
I know not your name
For that is of no matter
For I feel your soul

You are within that place
That courses through my veins
And shall forever remain
A part of my very existence
As the Sun and Moon rise together
I know not your name
For that is of no matter
For I sense your spirit

But I see where you reside
It is deep within my heart
Caressing my very thoughts
So I know not your name
For that is of no matter
For you are within me
As I am within you
And I call you “Love”

She reminded me of linen and lace
I surely imagined Lavender in the air
Common when I but a boyish face
When vaseing flowers took a flair

Her tender spoken name was Grace
She moved agilely with keen intent
Gliding silently with little trace
Naive but wise and feelings evident

No games...no lies...no arrogant ways
She shyly spoke... her words portrayed
The truth she spoke each and every day
I had thought to go but now I stayed

Openness within her heart...and soul
Honesty eminated from dusk til dawn
Refreshed my spirit as the day grew old
I felt a weakening as my heart grew fond

Yet in her innocence...in her passion
An openness I'd never known or seen
I came to fall in love in my own fashion
Oh such a blessing from a human being

My armour down... my feelings raw
A woman at last that finally understood
I felt my heart warm and then thaw
Just bare it all and please love the good

Do you not see me? Standing on that solitary rock
Where you always imagined I would be
As night became day, yet I refused to leave
Have you felt the passion? Of the solitary man
Who looked at you, not with pleading eyes?
For he knew what you would always know
That true love is not how one feels
But it is how one cannot resist
That touch, that tingle, that takes over
Your very soul and quells all resistance
As if the world would never stand still again
And the Nightingales still sung
And the dawn released us yet again
To fulfil what we know could never be
But how we savoured it, those precious moments
When two hearts put aside their differences
And took the moment for what it was
Knowing that it would never last
But always unable to resist the passion
Do you not see me?
Standing on that rock
Am I just a vision of your hopes and dreams?
Or am I a reality
That only you can make come real
For perfection is not within our grasp
But passion is forever within our hearts
So when you next go to the sea, look up
And always wonder at what you have missed
And stare at that long off shadow
Do you not see me?
For I am there

And the Moon screamed out your name
And the Sun burnt you into my life
As the dawn held you within my sight
And the Nightingales refused to cease their song
And you knew
That that solitary rock
Would never be the same again
For perfection
Can not ever be found
But love seeks only tenderness
And cares not for the distant drums
That would awaken us apart once again
Do you not miss me as I do you?

I am so very old and also twenty nine,
Plurally, sometimes described as “Evil“,
Though, I’ve been religiously “Saved”, from time to time,
Called young in blue by some who have said,
When really my colour was originally red,
Then again, the Romans called me of “Cyprus”,
Then, shortened my name,
Even today, you still know me as the same,
My first two letters, still allows me my place at the table,
And I can even be finely woven and as soft as sable,
Or even made into a named equivalent,
Of a US or British form of measurement.
Metaphorically good when “Straight” and bad when “Bent”,
If I’m not used wisely and with energy,
Eventually, I will be either “Fired”, or, “Spent”,


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I am so very old and also twenty nine, (No. 29 in the table of elements)
Plurally, sometimes described as “Evil“, (Coppers, pennies, money)
Though, I’ve been religiously “Saved”, from time to time,
Called young in blue by some who have said, (Boys in blue, police, coppers….slang)
When really my colour was originally red,
Then again, the Romans called me of “Cyprus”, (Cyprium …Metal of Cyprus)
Then, shortened my name, (Cuprum)
Even today, you still know me as the same, (CU)
My first two letters, still allows me my place at the table, (CU, in the table of elements)
And I can even be finely woven and as soft as sable,
Or even made into a named equivalent,
Of a US or British form of measurement. ( A Cable…Nautical measurement)
Metaphorically good when “Straight” and bad when “Bent”, (Honest or dishonest…Slang)
If I’m not used wisely and with energy,
Eventually, I will be either “Fired”, or, “Spent”,

Broken
He shuffles aimlessly
Half heartedly muttering words
Drooping head and listless gait
Broken man with
Wounded heart and shattered armour plate
Yesterday a fearless soul
Commanding voice
And feeling whole
Damn the whole female race!
Vanquished man subdued
Not with a sword
Nor with a mace
But just a single piercing word
That Now defines his
Creviced face

There's a tree, I know. It's just around the block.
It stands the test of time, just like a ticking clock.
When I pass by this tree, I have to make a stop.
A profound beauty & grace, so unique just can't get enough.
Looking at this tree, I see the sorrow it displays.
How it's leaves carry a burden, of what deep human emotion's convey.
Sadness, confusion, turmoil. Each leaf has a name.
Calling anyone who can hear it, to leave there hurt & pain.
It's roots channel each feeling, and transplant it to each branch.
It grows, long, slender & silvery. Almost falling to the ground.
Outpouring love & compassion, knowing each one of us, still has a chance.
To change our conditions, nurture & remain. Be Still in our actions.
Replemish & start again. Just like the weeping willow flourishes,
in the harshest of times, so does our strength endure, till the end of time....

There were three little leaves that hung together
Until one day there was windy weather
They dropped to the ground one by one
Drifting down without a sound

Suddenly another gust came and blew
Picking up one and away it flew
Far over the land out of sight
Leaving the other two shivering in fright

Another big swirl picked another up and away
Leaving the third the only one to stay
Once in a while one or the other returned to see
The third little leaf but then again would leave

Finally the sad little leaf was left all alone
Laying there tucked tight to the ground
Until it decayed and to the roots returned
Nourishing the new leaves that appeared

Author: Kathy Ostrander © July 21, 2018

If I kissed your lips
Would you kiss mine
If I held your hand
Would you hold mine
If I wanted to make you mine
Could you find the time
We started off as friends
feelings have grown
I don't want you to moan and groan
I want to hear you say you feel the same way
I want to be with you every day
When I'm with you it's always a sunny day
please say you'll stay
I want to love you
I want to make you mine

No more to live in earthly mould,
Though siblings not bereft ?
Despair in me did clasp it's hold,
My spirit long since left.

No funeral pyre, no gaping clay,
Not one sad mourning tear,
No blood red rose, nor white bouquet,
Was flung upon my bier.

For me, no sudden tragic end,
But slowly perished inside,
A veil of sorrow to descend,
When close-blood kinfolk died.

Lymphoma slowly sapped my life,
Such ills did I abhor,
Then as lost love increased the strife,
I decayed a little more.

No one aware that I've passed on,
Appearing to all just fine,
I smile and laugh, 'til yarns are spun,
And die more every time.

Finally reduced to hollow shell,
This world, my mind it warps,
I wander in this lifeless hell,
An aimless moping corpse.

Yesterday is always gone
Tomorrow never never comes
All we have is today
So why wish it away

Yesterday is gone to never return
That day no longer holds any fear
What is done is done and cannot be changed
Nothing about it can ever be rearranged

Tomorrow is a vague shadowy day
No sense in worrying today away
About possibilities of dreadful events
No sense in wasting time in torment

Enjoy this moment for that is all we have
Live it in joy, peace and happiness
In a blink of an eye it could be gone
And tomorrow really will never come