jem1964 Poetry (8)

tears slide down our cheeks,
once more lives are taken before their time.
Taken by another,
a crime heinous,
as it is tragic.

Lets look past just the crime
and look for the cause.
Treat the cause not the complaint.
Find a way to make sense of this loss of life,
sense by preventing loss of lives in the future.

A town stunned,

a world weeping in support.

the smile,
the twinkle in the eyes
the laughter on the lips
the voice, deep but with a unique accent!
and the fact the look was one of actual seeing
just a shared coffee, a good place to start

chat and banter online
friendship and attraction grows
a feeling of trust, comes from no where, not expected but real
acceptance of what ever time there is it is worth having
does it have a name? why put it in a box, just let it grow

a shared meal, more time spent together
a picnic in the park on a cold winters day
the words flow
stories told, pain shared,
a morning on a short ride, the shared joy of both the action and each other

intimacy shared and enjoyed,
always looking forward to the next time spent together
mutually shared
where will this go?
why ask, just enjoy the experience
live life for what feels right for you
not what is "right" for and by others

Sometimes I wonder what people see

when they do chance to look at me

are they really looking at me

or

just looking at what they want to see?

do they really see the real me?


physical appearances can so deceive

and belie the depth and quality of who you see

How do I present myself?

with make up and a facade?

Glamorous eyes and ruby lips

or natural and honest ?

with lines on the face but smile lines of course!


They cannot see the scars deep inside,

hidden from view of all

But those scars are also beautiful

as they are the road that has brought me this far


The road has been long

self discovery slow

48 kilos of blubber gone

but self esteem is slowly blooming

self worth is growing, and belief is stronger


I am who I am

I can be no other

I cannot and will not be what others see

I can and will only be me

Me who is special

Me who is kind

Me who believes in the good in others

Me who also know the bad exists

but that it can not and should not win


I am free to be me

but it is up to me to be true to who I am

years go by
and still it does

a glimpse, a vision
reminds you of what was not to be

yet as much as you know
that it could not be

your heart still wants, desires
what it cannot have

the tears glisten in the eyes
the sobs catch in your throat

but reality remains
the hurt stays with you

it takes courage to not let it consume you

is it flowery words that come so easily off ones lips

maybe a flower plucked and presented with ceremony

or is it a foil for someone to gain what they want?

A gesture because it is expected?


is it her coy smile full of promise

her flirtatious flip of her hair

or is she taking the bait of society

accepting the gesture because it is there?


Romance, a word so easily used

Romance so desired by so many,

but delivered by so few.


or is real romance taking the time to get to know someone

to know what they would like to do before they actually even know themselves

or a small surprise, of no monetary value, but presented with precious feelings that cannot be purchased


internet dating at times seems devoid of romance

a quick fix to an emptiness inside some

filling the void with s*xual desire

wanting a "lover" but giving nothing back

promise of monetary gain to ease the emptiness of the bargain gained


I say I am not a romantic

but on reflection maybe I sell myself short

I want none of these quick fixes, and their emptiness

If that is what modern love, modern romance is,

it is not the path I would chose for myself

She approaches, joy written across her beautiful face
Brown eyes twinkle with love and happiness
She responds to your caress, leaning in to your hand
soft, silky to touch, returning the gentle pressure
No words spoken,
but you just know she is asking to spend time with you,
and you alone.
The love wraps around you, it fills the empty spaces
Come to me, she lets you know now is the time
the time for release
the time for sharing your love
As you pick up the keys,
Her excitement cant be contained
It is her time,
it is your time
It is time for a walk, the best way to any dogs heart!

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it was simple and beautiful
not one of monetary riches
but one of love, hope and joy
to share the love
to grow and hold the love
both in her body and in her arms

Doctors told her it would not, could not happen
medications needed to keep her alive had stopped that chance.
acceptance came, slowly,
but the yearning never stopped.
the dream was just that, always to be a dream

life was lived, to the full, not held back
beside her man she worked the day of a man, and then some
her body became healthy and stronger
but the doctors reminded her it would not, could not happen

pigheaded, determined, work to be done, timber to be cut
nausea, nah medication
bloating, nah medication,
always a something else it could be
it would not, could not happen, the doctors said so

keep sawmilling girl, you can get through this
keep lifting those chunks of timber
back pain, stomach pains, what in the hell is going on?
it would not, could not be... could it?

crouched beside the big pile of bluestone
on a cold June day
it would and could happen
a dream so badly desired
dreams of a lifetime
were gained and shattered

Grace came into the world, and left at the same time
tears flowed, guilt descended
maybe if she had listened to her body
believed in her dream
it might have been

Grace, forever in her heart

life so sweet, so secure, so innocent
darkness walks in, threats made, the covers descend
innocent dreams shattered
years go by, covers remain, locked tight, secrets kept tightly within
slowly the the locks are loosened and the world tilts slightly away
a glimmer of light perhaps?
or a different form of darkness?
no, another form of dark control, quelling self motivation
again a decision is made and a voyage of discovery begins
the darkness is weakening
light sneaks in under the edges
confidence, self belief and happiness are learned
new and beautiful
darkness remains, but now is controlled and its time will come
to be known to all
life, to be lived, not feared
to be experienced,
maybe even to dream once more