Finding my new voice (which was always there)
 

What is this?
This Finding my new voice, which was always there?
It is unearthing that which has been buried under
lies, denial, bad information, negativity;
It is the good heart that had bought the bullshit,
until it said ENOUGH, enough.
It is the good heart that has taken that chance and opened to let
the people, the friends, myself in.
It is the soul that seeks it's own approval,
graciously humbly accepting acknowledgement from outside;
It is the soul that nutures and accepts that
life is as perfect as the vessel that it contains;
It is the voice that from years of manevolent neglect,
was mostly mute and weak, looking fearfully outward
It is the voice that will grow strong with the practice of
the reality of hope, looking inward to reach outward

It is my new voice that has always been there.

how do i create my own thread?

would you spread your wings and fly to me
just to see me smile
would you cross a wild and raging sea
to be with me for awhile.

would you climb the highest mountain
to attain a single kiss
would you cross a barren desert
to hold me just like this

if my love was just within your reach
would you accept it or decline
if you would only give your heart to me
i'd gladly give you mine.

i would fly to you, i'd cross that sea
the mountain i would climb
the desert would be just a skip
to achieve a love so fine.

she was a lady
in every sense of the word
not a foul remark
from her mouth was ever heard.

she was a devoted wife
and loving mother of two
she was happy and content
but then she met you.

you didnt over look
what her husband couldnt see
inside this proper lady
was a woman needing to be set free.

you saw the fire in her eyes
and the way her lips would curl
you saw the burning desires
of this sheltered country girl.

you took her by the hand
and led her straight to bliss
you opened her eyes to pleasures
that her husband only missed.

when nights are cold and lonely
and her spirit needs to flee
she recalls the hansome stranger
who finally set the woman free.

the gray hair and worry lines say happy birthday
your not a spring chick anymore girl
look back at the years in a different way
the days of yesteryear fly by in a whirl.

i remember this young girl with fondness
so full of life and ready to love and play
many dreams were brought to her doorstep
many hearts were broken along the way.

but now time has changed her way of thinking
reflections of dreams that she knew
yes her life all in all has been a good one
and now she reaches out for a dream thats new.

wonderful story told within this body of work....impressive and meaty

thank you

You Free Me!


you touch my heart and free my soul
you take me places i've only dreamed of
i soar on wings i've never known
since you filled me with your gentle love.

you make me laugh and make me cry
you make me want to take this chance
you make me remember and not question why
that life was reborn in your glance.

your wispers are music to my heart
i'm free to explore all i am
you opened a door to a brand new start
the moment you took my hand.

Elusive!


I am elusive like the wind
like the butterfly
that flutters by
can you feel the words i send.

I am elusive, something you cant hold
I'll love you
then i'll leave you
feeling lost and cold.

I am elusive like a fog in the night
it's found you
and surrounds you
but its gone in the morning light.

Another well made piece....this in particular:

was felt

please create a thread of your work

It's been a few years since I've written any poetry but Ok, here goes. -- Well I was going to try, but total writers block, so here's something from 2003.

Untitled

the dark brings life
and day forbids it
silently hunting that crimson liquid
blackest heart acknowledge the screams
emanating the fright from ghostly features
death in waiting for life to extend
lonely the one is who hunts in such a manner
and destined to remain that way
for life given to sustain life is noble
taken without permission curses it
no end to torment brought on by attacker
victims- friend once before or foe
are seen the same-- as LIFE

The idle spectre
sits for decoration.

Plotting boredom's immortal rape.

Weeping the salt that stings his bloodless wound,
Wiping away tears from blinded eyes.

Twiddling thumbs
leave entrails
that smirk
and dangle
humming.

This I very much Like.....well done, and thank you.

Quick notes:

First time posting, blah blah. I guess this qualifies as poetry...it's the free-verse crap that churns out of my head whenever I sit down to write. Spacing is important, to me, hence the odd spaces between it all.

Fetterstone

Let's sing this disenchanted melody.
Notes fall and so do stars.
Humming along until the world burns out completely.
Always humming along.

Pursue in reverse, featherlight touches mean nothing.
The heaviest words mean nothing.
But only heavy to me.


Basic sound.
Basic.
This is.
Basic.


Crushing and ripping, relinquishing control.
Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing.
Forget to remember.
Or maybe remember to forget.
I can't quite recall.

Filter out the sounds
Feel the pulse.
Throb, throb, throb, throb.
THROB.
Decompress and realize.

Swifter than I, more organized than I.
Always more.
Or less.



Static static staticstaticstatic.
Enveloped and consumed, pursuing pathways unknown.
Unwanted.
Ignored.
Clandestine and arcane.




Change.
No such thing.
But it's everything.

mmm

Cacophony
Slamming drops
against tin gutters

A celestory view
of colors
pallid clouds on an azure backdrop
Celedon blur of mist-filled cedars
golden oriole takes flight

the storm has ended
go in peace

Ode to Internet Friendship

Today I was adopted by PrincessPriyanka,
from far Tamil Nadu
She calls me Uncle Teddy Bear,
I call her my dear Princess Niece
Princess tells me she lives to become great astronaut,
like her fallen hero countrywoman, Kalpana Chawla
I tell her of my son in snowy New Hampshire,
he is near same age as her
And of his great courage in games of Ice Hockey,
I am such proud father
And now Princess adopts Klye as Brother,
see him skating in her album
So I write her a short poem of acceptance,
when she asks me for friendship
The words just come into my heart,
I know not from where

Yes dear PrincessPriyanka we shall be friends

There is plenty room in my heart
for my sweet Princess Niece
far half-globe away now
I believe exactly how
someday will fill my sky
when she flies so highhhhh

-=Riverbed=-

As I lay my head to sleep,
I heard echoes of a dream.
I saw the gentle soil turn,
At the bottom of a stream.

Their embrace was pure and deep.
Two elements formed to one.
The river ran, earth held strong.
A dance of joy, hope, and fun.

All the while the river grew.
Its waters flooding higher.
To the earth came no new strength.
Simply to hold, its desire.

I heard the earth's pleading cry.
The earth dissolves piece by piece.
It tries so hard to stay strong.
Pleads, "Please don't give up on me."

This is beautiful.

Very nice write genuinegirly; Lots to like!
Stormy colourful peaceful

Yes I Love Your Green Eyes
 

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When you hover over
and look down deeply at me
in your eyes I see
Emerald seas
so vast in size
yet so well known to me

Your piercing gaze
full of intensity
the bright rays
nearly blind me

I have your long soft hair
draped all over my face
your hair to filter the brightness
that makes my heart race

Now that you look right into me
this is what you will see
You will see how I feel
something that words
can never reveal
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