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This side of me
Seeking fun and adventure at every turn
Quick to laugh and the champ of one-liners
Easy-going, one day at a time
I am free to show
This side of me
Enthralled by the sunset on the water
Listening to the sounds of silence
Touched by the beauty that surrounds
I will gladly show
This side of me
Constantly striving to fill the need to know
Searching and thirsting for knowledge
A deep need to understand my world
I can show to you
This side of me
Faith that has found its resting place
Firmly placed in the hands of God
Sustaining me through tempest seas
I hopefully can show
This side of me
Gentle mother rocking her child
Crooning softly to her dear little one
Teaching, training, raising to maturity
Showing a part of
This side of me
Strong-headed, strong-willed woman
Tough as stone, stand my ground
No compromise of my values
Can I show you
This side of me
Buried deep the hidden dreams
The aching heart and arms
That long to hold a matching soul
I do not dare show
This side of me
Pain and sorrow have left their marks
Tears have etched ravines across my heart
Battle scars mar my life
No one can know
This side of me
Quick to laugh and the champ of one-liners
Easy-going, one day at a time
I am free to show
This side of me
Enthralled by the sunset on the water
Listening to the sounds of silence
Touched by the beauty that surrounds
I will gladly show
This side of me
Constantly striving to fill the need to know
Searching and thirsting for knowledge
A deep need to understand my world
I can show to you
This side of me
Faith that has found its resting place
Firmly placed in the hands of God
Sustaining me through tempest seas
I hopefully can show
This side of me
Gentle mother rocking her child
Crooning softly to her dear little one
Teaching, training, raising to maturity
Showing a part of
This side of me
Strong-headed, strong-willed woman
Tough as stone, stand my ground
No compromise of my values
Can I show you
This side of me
Buried deep the hidden dreams
The aching heart and arms
That long to hold a matching soul
I do not dare show
This side of me
Pain and sorrow have left their marks
Tears have etched ravines across my heart
Battle scars mar my life
No one can know
This side of me
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
it is about the things we will and will not show each other
ALONE
As i walk along the sand all i hear
is the sound of the waves crashing beside me
no foot prints in the sand undisturb grains lying around
The peace and solitude, birds in the trees also flying around
I look into the distance not a sole around
the gentle breeze of the air passing bye me the hot air surrounds me
the glare of the sun high in the sky
i look i stare i glare at the sun
my eye hurt for looking at the sun alone am i
i wipe a tier from my eye am lost am the only one
my ship broken apart lying in the sun
how alone am i
shelter i have to find and to avoid the glare of the sun
there glare the heat it bares dowm on me water i have also to find
make a fire too
what with no matches i have not
two sticks rub together i have tried not
alone on this island marooned am i my disbure my solitued
i sit and wait gathering what i find food shelter i will find
scanning the horizon to see what i can find a passing ship i must find
is the sound of the waves crashing beside me
no foot prints in the sand undisturb grains lying around
The peace and solitude, birds in the trees also flying around
I look into the distance not a sole around
the gentle breeze of the air passing bye me the hot air surrounds me
the glare of the sun high in the sky
i look i stare i glare at the sun
my eye hurt for looking at the sun alone am i
i wipe a tier from my eye am lost am the only one
my ship broken apart lying in the sun
how alone am i
shelter i have to find and to avoid the glare of the sun
there glare the heat it bares dowm on me water i have also to find
make a fire too
what with no matches i have not
two sticks rub together i have tried not
alone on this island marooned am i my disbure my solitued
i sit and wait gathering what i find food shelter i will find
scanning the horizon to see what i can find a passing ship i must find
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
what it would feel like3 to be aloneunlucky sam
one day I got a job there
i resgined n came here
to study and work but
the line of life was cut
I lost my job there
lost it here
searched for love
I found a dove
gave her my love
she betrayed me
thats what i see
her walikg with a new bfreind
hand in hand,
kissing eachother
this is me
the unlucky Sam
i resgined n came here
to study and work but
the line of life was cut
I lost my job there
lost it here
searched for love
I found a dove
gave her my love
she betrayed me
thats what i see
her walikg with a new bfreind
hand in hand,
kissing eachother
this is me
the unlucky Sam
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
it tells about my experience in london
The Journey
Play
Muddling through the masses--soul to soul
Rising day to day incomplete, not whole--
For what is missing is that spiritual connect
That satisfies the body, even the intellect…
LOVE
Wandering around bumping into each other we meet
One muses in her mind how the Loving Father
Could allow such misery and grief to visit our feet.
Yet, in spite of these mitigating factors
One chases the one thing that really matters…
LOVE.
So, onward we tread over hate and confusion
Because we must come to this very conclusion
That no matter of the time and energy we expend
We all are creatures who will have lived our lives
And the journey will end in…
LOVE.
M. Elizabeth Smith
Muddling through the masses--soul to soul
Rising day to day incomplete, not whole--
For what is missing is that spiritual connect
That satisfies the body, even the intellect…
LOVE
Wandering around bumping into each other we meet
One muses in her mind how the Loving Father
Could allow such misery and grief to visit our feet.
Yet, in spite of these mitigating factors
One chases the one thing that really matters…
LOVE.
So, onward we tread over hate and confusion
Because we must come to this very conclusion
That no matter of the time and energy we expend
We all are creatures who will have lived our lives
And the journey will end in…
LOVE.
M. Elizabeth Smith
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
This piece was inspired by a gentleman I met on a dating site. Our relationship impacted my life, leaving me with all these emotions and nowhere to expend them. So, I prayed, and got the answer to write the poem (prose). We are not communicating. However, I look for the day we resume contact. The music inspired the title.Focus
Bringing into sharp clarity a single image
While all else fades and blurs
The vision of you sears my mind
Causing all other pictures to fade and crumble
I see you everywhere I look
I hear your voice in every conversation
Longing for the touch of you
To feel you pressed against me
Your lips brushing mine
The sensation of your breath on my cheek
Every fibre of my being coming into clarity
Focused on the image of you and me
While all else fades and blurs
The vision of you sears my mind
Causing all other pictures to fade and crumble
I see you everywhere I look
I hear your voice in every conversation
Longing for the touch of you
To feel you pressed against me
Your lips brushing mine
The sensation of your breath on my cheek
Every fibre of my being coming into clarity
Focused on the image of you and me
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Posted: Jan 2010
Post Commentwait for sleep
Standing by the window,
Eyes upon the moon.
Hoping that the memory
Will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed.
The images and words are running deep.
She has too much pride to
Pull the sheets over her head.
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep.
She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think;
She pictures the chain
She's been trying to link....
Again.
But the feeling is gone.
And water can't cover the memory.
And ashes can't answer her pain.
God, give me the power to take
Breath from a breeze,
And life from this cold metal frame.
In with the ashes,
And up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven;
Or here, lying in bed.
Palm of her hand to her head.
Now, and forever curled.
In my heart and the heart of the world.
Eyes upon the moon.
Hoping that the memory
Will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed.
The images and words are running deep.
She has too much pride to
Pull the sheets over her head.
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep.
She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think;
She pictures the chain
She's been trying to link....
Again.
But the feeling is gone.
And water can't cover the memory.
And ashes can't answer her pain.
God, give me the power to take
Breath from a breeze,
And life from this cold metal frame.
In with the ashes,
And up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven;
Or here, lying in bed.
Palm of her hand to her head.
Now, and forever curled.
In my heart and the heart of the world.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
Many women in this world have suffered injustices in relationships. I wrote this because I understand this, I've experienced that pain myself. I'm just trying to empathize with those who have been hurt. I was feeling quite reflective when I wrote this.Hush!please don't utter
It is a murky evening;gloomy and dark;the sky is scattered-broken like a mirror.
Dear,please don't go out.Outside wanderer the demons,their eyes are glowing and flaring.A storm is rising up in the river,you see dear.
You see dear that I love you and I don't want to let you go
Outside amongst the evil-signs.You don't know dear,it's abstruse-the dusk is profound.
Look look dear somebody is knocking at the door-it must be some evil
Hush!please don't utter;keep your head on my chest.
Lye here.
Monsters are crawling up.The crazy-wind is knocking.
Adamant is it to realize
Please dear,don't go.Lye here.I am with you.
Dear they want to snap you up with their axe-like-teeth
you are so acute I know you understand
Don't be flattered by them.
Outside in the zephyr an evil is growing up
Dear,please,don't go out
Dear,please don't go out.Outside wanderer the demons,their eyes are glowing and flaring.A storm is rising up in the river,you see dear.
You see dear that I love you and I don't want to let you go
Outside amongst the evil-signs.You don't know dear,it's abstruse-the dusk is profound.
Look look dear somebody is knocking at the door-it must be some evil
Hush!please don't utter;keep your head on my chest.
Lye here.
Monsters are crawling up.The crazy-wind is knocking.
Adamant is it to realize
Please dear,don't go.Lye here.I am with you.
Dear they want to snap you up with their axe-like-teeth
you are so acute I know you understand
Don't be flattered by them.
Outside in the zephyr an evil is growing up
Dear,please,don't go out
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Posted: Jul 2010
Post CommentHer Hue of the Color Blue
She will take a rumble on you
Until you come up a shade of blue
She wants you to be, to fit her hue,
Of the color blue…
She knows what she wants
And is not afraid to flaunt
How easy it has become
To take another on the run.
She finds you intriguing to a degree
Stopping constant motion to be free
To incorporate your essence
She must turn your presence
Into the shade that compliments
Her hue, of blue, in increments.
Resistance is futile for you to even breach
For she has entangled your psyche to reach
Your subconscious mind; even while awake
In her webs of magick and energy lakes,
That trip you up everywhere you go.
Every time you try to break her hold
The hobble tightens enough to cut off the circulation
Of air around your third eye in complete exaltation!
As she knows she has found her long awaited blessing
A miracle in her soul mate finally in this life, joining
Her own,
And as one
Indigo Flame
You and she
Will dance
Into eternity…
Until you come up a shade of blue
She wants you to be, to fit her hue,
Of the color blue…
She knows what she wants
And is not afraid to flaunt
How easy it has become
To take another on the run.
She finds you intriguing to a degree
Stopping constant motion to be free
To incorporate your essence
She must turn your presence
Into the shade that compliments
Her hue, of blue, in increments.
Resistance is futile for you to even breach
For she has entangled your psyche to reach
Your subconscious mind; even while awake
In her webs of magick and energy lakes,
That trip you up everywhere you go.
Every time you try to break her hold
The hobble tightens enough to cut off the circulation
Of air around your third eye in complete exaltation!
As she knows she has found her long awaited blessing
A miracle in her soul mate finally in this life, joining
Her own,
And as one
Indigo Flame
You and she
Will dance
Into eternity…
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
Inspired by: “She'll take a tumble on you,Roll you like you were dice
Until you come up blue”—Betty Davis Eyes—performed by Kim Carnes
'Twas the Night before Yule
And the snow is falling...
Beneath the pine fronds of green
The solstice circle lay still and serene
The Yule log of oak
Alive with fire and smoke
Cut at dawn on this midwinter eve
With libation of bread and of mead.
Its fragments kept ‘til twelfth night
Were scattered about at first light
In the ancient forest of trees
Ashes offered in the chill breeze.
I was ready to pack
A long winter’s nap
As the clock struck twelve on the wall
I heard the knock on the front door fall
Upon opening the door
I froze in disbelief for
In a suite of red there stood a stout man
With rosy cheeks, white beard to land
On me; twinkling eyes and a melting smile
“We need to talk, can I come in awhile?
The holiday spirit is the reason
For this and every season”
And before I could ask why
How in the world did he fly?
I was covered in gold glitter
Changing its color to silver.
It smelled of pine and chestnuts
Like a crisp wind and grandma’s hugs
Fuzzy new mittens and mistle toe
Smiling faces from years ago
Twinkle lights softly aglow
I realize that Santa Clause
With peppermint and rum balls
Had brought back to life
In my heart this night
The essence of giving
To me memories of living
In the magickal world of love
Kissed with frosty shapes of
Sugar and gingerbread
Softly he then said
“Don’t forget the cookies and cocoa”
With large snowflakes dancing to and fro
Sleigh and reindeer put on quite a show
Pawing at the moon kissed new fallen snow
His message to bestow as up went the sleigh
“Blessed be, Merry Yule and Happy Holidays!”
Beneath the pine fronds of green
The solstice circle lay still and serene
The Yule log of oak
Alive with fire and smoke
Cut at dawn on this midwinter eve
With libation of bread and of mead.
Its fragments kept ‘til twelfth night
Were scattered about at first light
In the ancient forest of trees
Ashes offered in the chill breeze.
I was ready to pack
A long winter’s nap
As the clock struck twelve on the wall
I heard the knock on the front door fall
Upon opening the door
I froze in disbelief for
In a suite of red there stood a stout man
With rosy cheeks, white beard to land
On me; twinkling eyes and a melting smile
“We need to talk, can I come in awhile?
The holiday spirit is the reason
For this and every season”
And before I could ask why
How in the world did he fly?
I was covered in gold glitter
Changing its color to silver.
It smelled of pine and chestnuts
Like a crisp wind and grandma’s hugs
Fuzzy new mittens and mistle toe
Smiling faces from years ago
Twinkle lights softly aglow
I realize that Santa Clause
With peppermint and rum balls
Had brought back to life
In my heart this night
The essence of giving
To me memories of living
In the magickal world of love
Kissed with frosty shapes of
Sugar and gingerbread
Softly he then said
“Don’t forget the cookies and cocoa”
With large snowflakes dancing to and fro
Sleigh and reindeer put on quite a show
Pawing at the moon kissed new fallen snow
His message to bestow as up went the sleigh
“Blessed be, Merry Yule and Happy Holidays!”
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
My version of a visit from father yule.
"Am i a frog or a prince?"
My friends want charming princes
And they dislike frogs
So i thoutght to myself yesterday night:
Am i a frog or a prince???
I confess that i love animals and frogs are very interesting too
Single princes exist... Maybe in the United Kingdom and other royal families around the world...
I guess i am not a frog and neither a prince in spite of being very charming as my brazilian, chinese and japanese friends use to say
So i am confused because i don´t know my true role at this love story
Sometimes i use to compose love songs and i really don´t understand who is the source of my inspiration in spite of inspiration being for all... as far as i realize it...
For a while i try to record my songs without concerns about who inspires me because i am single and not looking for anyone but what will happen if i meet a special someone(?)...
I am afraid of being not able to compose any song because i would be "in love"...
So what can i do?
To love or not to love???
My life is so colourful because i love music...
Will i betray my songs if i fall in love???
Will i lose my "gift" if someone touches my heart and soul???
Sometimes i sing like a frog in love...
By other hand i am as a prince who sings in order to feel less loneliness...
Maybe i will be fine if i love someone... i hope so...
Probably i am a "frog prince" and so my confused conceptions fade like a bouquet of flowers during a Summer night...
And they dislike frogs
So i thoutght to myself yesterday night:
Am i a frog or a prince???
I confess that i love animals and frogs are very interesting too
Single princes exist... Maybe in the United Kingdom and other royal families around the world...
I guess i am not a frog and neither a prince in spite of being very charming as my brazilian, chinese and japanese friends use to say
So i am confused because i don´t know my true role at this love story
Sometimes i use to compose love songs and i really don´t understand who is the source of my inspiration in spite of inspiration being for all... as far as i realize it...
For a while i try to record my songs without concerns about who inspires me because i am single and not looking for anyone but what will happen if i meet a special someone(?)...
I am afraid of being not able to compose any song because i would be "in love"...
So what can i do?
To love or not to love???
My life is so colourful because i love music...
Will i betray my songs if i fall in love???
Will i lose my "gift" if someone touches my heart and soul???
Sometimes i sing like a frog in love...
By other hand i am as a prince who sings in order to feel less loneliness...
Maybe i will be fine if i love someone... i hope so...
Probably i am a "frog prince" and so my confused conceptions fade like a bouquet of flowers during a Summer night...
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Posted: May 2011
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