Archive for July, 2010


Time to lighten your load

take the weight off your weary heart

So, hold out your  empty, warm hand

That’s a very good place to start

Now grab the hand of your true love

It may be just the thing they need

to lift them up and make them smile

I’m sure they will follow your lead

This will begin your dance of love

as hand in hand you begin to sway

Next thing you know, you’ll begin to spin

Your troubles sent flying, miles away

So, hold your lover close, so close

then let the love come floating in

Soft it will be, just like a feather

And your heart will feel light again

These lovely awards were given to me by Hoiden

This lovely blogger award was given to me by Jingle and friends

For at least nine months they had been dying

when finally, someone heard their desperate crying

Found in the bathroom of a Texas roadside, hotel

they were starving, filthy; the doctor mentioned the awful smell

As ribs and spines began to notably show

A tiny article in the newspaper noted their tale of woe

These innocent three were born into Hell

Their father, the Devil; who long before fell

One girl, twelve, defiled by his lust

had become merely a shell, made of dust

How could this travesty of life, have come to pass?

Such horrific pain; cutting hope, like daggers of glass

The sick evil Devil will burn; I am sure

But what of these three children; can they endure

a life born of sorrow, unloved from the start?

Will the holes ever heal that he burned in their hearts?

I think of the many ways they’ve been mistreated

and how horrendously they’ve been cheated

I want to scream aloud, but in their honor, I hold it inside

sadly wondering, would it have been better, had they already died?

This was written in honor of  the abused children all over our world.

for One Shot Wednesday

It’s late, so very, very late

but it’s okay

We’re on a trip to where

time is invisible

And in our minds’ eye

we’re young and carefree

like when it was just you

together with just me

When we could see

dreams, yet to come true

You were my welcome distraction

from all that distracted

in ways I didn’t wish for

There you were with your witty remarks

Your open arms always waiting

to wrap me up in your warmth

All you ever wanted was

my touch or my smile

Somehow you always seemed to know

just what I needed

That turned out to be,  just you

It’s late, so very, very late

but it’s okay

Ghosts come out when we go in too deep

with doors closed and hearts ripped open

we’re all bound up in words falling down

loud, angry sounds of silence, wearing away time

bringing back all the yesterdays of our unlearning

a cliff dream repeat; falling over and over

never quite hitting bottom, but knowing

the jagged rocks are waiting below

I received this lovely award from Marilynn

at mairmusic

Alone, I, until

Your love flew in on the wind

My heart leapt up high

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

To view your splendor

At first sight, the love was missed

Thus again, I tried

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Climbing a ladder

Hoping love to be of worth

I stepped up to reach

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Alone, no longer

Two float on a gentle breeze

with love in their wings

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These beautiful awards were given to me by Jingle

Amber twilight

Such a highlight

Lowering light, as day

slowly folds itself away

Tall trees silhouette

against crimson sunset

Coveted absence of sound

Beauty, silently surrounds

I have been given this lovely  award by Jingle for Thursday Poets Rally week 25

I would like to nominate Kavita for the Perfect Poet Award.

I also received this lovely blogger award from Riikainfinityy

Once, I knew of a heart that could no longer be contained

and thus climbed out of its skin to sit on the shouldered peak of love

Fragile, the heart had always been, so it took great care not to fall and break

Delighted with this new spot, it basked in the warmth of a blinding light

which burned a bit, but usually was tolerable

As time went on, cracks began to develop where it had been burned repeatedly

causing the heart’s surface to harden

Though this was an undesirable state, the heart withstood the pain

in order to stay on top of love

Sometimes the heart questioned whether it was worth the pain of all these scars

but resolved with itself that it most assuredly was

While pondering these thoughts, the light of love suddenly went away

In the darkness the heart tripped, stumbled, and began a fall that seemed endless

When finally it hit bottom, the heart was broken and could not move

It remained stuck in that place and alone, for a very long time

Finally, after a long healing process, the heart slowly picked up its broken pieces

glueing them together one by one, until it felt whole again

With this reinforcement, and renewed strength, it began

the long, trepidatious climb to the top of love once again

But this time, the ever-cautious heart wore a harness

and insisted that love throw out a safety net

for Thursday Poets Rally