One of The Same

Posted by Heather's Starting End on May 8, 2014
Posted in: art, creative writing, life, love, poem, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , , . 7 Comments

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We are all out here
The same different kind
Writers, Poets
And Loves got us blind

Words on a page
Shot from the heart
Scrambles our head
Love both whole
And apart

Love spun into colors
Compared to the moon
That some last forever
But most die
Too soon

We’re all out there
One of the same
Finding fresh stanzas
That put it to blame

For destroying our minds
While breaking our hearts
Stopping our world
Dreams crushed
Falln’ apart

One of the same
All out there we are
Finding new stanzas
As  ones not yet scarred

We have Day waking beauty
Our hearts are complete
We’re Lovers at work
 Constructing our dreams

So whether loves withered
Searing with pain
Or alive like a song
Sung in joyous refrain

Writers and Poets
We drown in that word
The word of love
That so begs to be heard

Don’t Tell Her

Posted by Heather's Starting End on May 5, 2014
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Alone

Don’t tell her your troubles
For she will listen
Don’t tell her how life
Has been unfair
Don’t tell her it’s hard to get through a day
Don’t tell her because she is already there

Don’t abuse her compassion
To lend you an ear
Abuse her good will
Year after year
A friend to you
But you not to she
Did you forget her life?
Is yours all that you see?

She has no riches, takes pride in her poor
While you, my friend
Are just seeking more
More objects of beauty, she’ll never see
More time for fine moments
For her’ll never be

Her richness is growth from a battered soul
Her fortune is one of hard life
Pulling her family through each day
Head tired with pride
On the pillow at night

The troubles that you
Think you know
Are truly not troubles at all
The test of life could prove this now
If  you ever should fall

Down to where she lives each day
Humble and begging for naught
For perfect life out of reach
The perfect life you’ve got

So don’t tell her your troubles for she will listen
Don’t tell her how life is unfair
She’ll comply with kindness
Love in her heart
While the world that she lives
Survives on despair

Stone by Stone

Posted by Heather's Starting End on May 4, 2014
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A simple rhyme to engrave in my mind
A memory of a world
Not far away
In time

A Home for many, a place for some
A glimpse of the Village
Where my man is from
A life quite different to which I was raised
The life that they had
To which I’m amazed

Here lives the proof
Of blood sweat and tears
As seen in their homes
That were crafted through years

Abandoned by many
Still treasure by some
The home of great grandpa
Where his life begun

As we sit in the rain of this vacant Home
The one that they built with their hands
Stone by stone
Visions of Childhood, now cigar in his hand
The elements of life, which made this strong man

Where they’d harvest their field
Weathered snow, rain and sun
Hard times
Simple life
Forgotten by none

To live off the land for food on the table
With pigs in the pen
The horse in the stable
Corn fields and cherry trees just outside
They worked as a family to stay alive

Fields of memories race through the head
Of hard times shared for their daily bread
But of good times had spent as a boy
Chasing ducks, hunting snakes
Nature as toy

I lived in the moment back in time
Imagined how beautiful when the sun had shined
Laying in meadows with grass swaying tall
How wonderful he was
When my Man was small

Mesmerized in Trichiana, Italy

Posted by Heather's Starting End on May 1, 2014
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Mesmerized beauty
Succumbed by the hand of nature
Amongst the lush of Earths foliage moist
Colors born to flowers
Frost bows to warmth

The vocal fight of birds and roosters
Unsynchronized harmony
For their presence of center stage

My ears now as full
As my eyes

Church steeple peeks its head
Through the low lying dwells of the village
Commanding my attention to shift
As now it speaks

Mesmerized beauty halts

Mournfully chiming 83 strokes for the villager
That today, no longer
In attendance of nature’s display

The birds sing louder
The roosters roar
Bringing the sun through the rain
Perhaps for him,
The villager past
To lift his soul higher for the travel
Home

The life of Trichiana
Both Sorrowful and sweet

Mesmerized again

Italy or Bust

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 25, 2014
Posted in: poem, reality, sanity, Uncategorized. Tagged: , , , . 4 Comments

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Ah, Panini, espresso, cheese with wine
I can smell it now
It suits me fine

When we need a break
And vacations a must
We Hit the road
It’s Italy or Bust

See you all next week!

Shedding Thorns

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 24, 2014
Posted in: creative writing, life, Moms, pain, philosophy, poem, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , , , . 9 Comments

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She nourished her garden with passion
Though as a flower herself
Was not let to blossom
Embodied with love seemed as she had bathed in it forever
Her pores entrenched
But it was as foreign to her as to the seed without soil

As green as spring grass born were her eyes
With hues that exposed emptiness of her trodden garden of youth
Her hair raged a poppy red that deceived the temperment
Of her heart of patience and calm

Her words were whispers of apologetic tone
Gracing the air for acceptance
Choosing gentleness while as a child her gift
Was the pain of the thorns
Instead of the beauty of the rose

On a harrowing journey she shed those thorns
Leaving old pastures behind
She rose to the sky of her future
To cultivate her own garden of life

Potting new earth as she weeded her soul
Dredging her tears from scars of the thorn
Lessons on nature of life self-taught
She put seed to soil her flowers now born

Orbit Bound

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 22, 2014
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And the meaning
If you know it
Please do tell

And the way
If you find it
Please do share

Cause I’m in search
For both right now
While on a road that leads me
Truly nowhere

I’ve traveled fast
I’ve traveled slow
Eyes wide open
Eyes tight closed

Here I am
Alone with me
Results being
Swallowed
In an infinity

Of meanings unknown
Ways not found
My life
Soul
Both Orbit bound

On this quest unending
For who, where and why
Silly answers we seek
Before we die

Find a cup of happiness
Each day take a shot
Ration your needs
It’s all that you’ve got

So maybe this road
With its twists and its bends
Is the road meant to travel
Until its end

And maybe the questions
Of who, where and why
Are here just to stimulate
As our time goes by

A wicked cruel joke
To keep man on his toes
To figure a riddle
That nobody knows

Calendars and Clocks

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 16, 2014
Posted in: creative writing, life, love, poem, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , . 12 Comments

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Calendars and clocks,
Your Friend or foe?
Can’t take them with you
Or catch them,
They go

Can you take off your watch and let time be
Forget knowing the day
Live life
Now and free

Are you controlled and run
By the hands of the clock
In a race
You can’t win
Behind arms that tic-tok

Desperately chasing the seconds of day
Not recognizing
Memories
In the making to stay

Forgetting to live
In the moment of now
Missing when it’s gone
Not knowing how

You didn’t see time
When it was there
Never really being
All too aware

You watch the calendar and check the clock
When your chance for life has already knocked
It’s here right now
It’s at your door
Don’t wait thinking
They will give you more

Opportunity, luck, money
Or love
In a time slot or day
You can’t place the above

Stop watching the time
Don’t plan it ahead
Or It’ll surge right past you
And you’ll miss life instead

“Just Simply Us”

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 15, 2014
Posted in: adult poem, adult poetry, art, beauty, creative writing, life, poem, poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , , , , , . 20 Comments

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No,
The day was not long
T’was not
The season of love

And the Sky
This day
Not abundant with sun

Nothing smelt sweet
The birds were not singing
No music was playing
With melodic meaning

Children’s laughter
Did not fill the air
Fields of fresh flowers
Not seen everywhere

The moon was not full
Nor on the rise

No,
Just simply us
On a first love reprise

Were we made our own beauty
We created for us
The prefect illusion
Of passion and lust

We had once
filled pastures
With the flowers in bloom
Where we were the music
That hung under the moon

Just a memory
Of a day
We knew would not last

Just a priceless piece
Of a once
Perfect past

Darkness Recedes

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 14, 2014
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My darkness is naked,
You come as my light
I follow your glimmer
Deep into night

Fear falls behind
As trust grabs my hand
Lead me away
To somewhere unplanned

Feet moving freely
On cobblestone air
Gliding so smoothly
Without such a care

You’re guiding me now
A fantasy flight
We blow past the stars
Our spirits ignite

Ablaze are our souls
A mystical view
What I’ve left behind
To trust this in you

As we whirl high upon
Between heaven and earth
Our worlds now collided
With joyous free mirth

Take me, my Light,
My darkness recedes!
I trust you!
I lust you!
You’ve planted the seed

Let it grow
Let it thrive
Keep my spirit this free
For I’ve yearned for the time
To have freedom from me

“In Memory You Grow”

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 13, 2014
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In Memory of my Husband 4/13/62-3/21/04

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Happy Birthday 52
52 years Bright
I sit beside the lake of blue
Across
A Village
And there’s the street
The one that took your life

10 years ago
Plus one week,
Right before your day
That we’d sing the song just for you,
“Happy wonderful
Birthday”

May I ask,
No response required
How it is by you?
You now soar higher
Than the birds
Today here
In my view

My end has started
My life is new
I’ve moved on from the past
I’m in love
And he loves me too
My peace I have at last

We are fine
The Girls miss Daddy
God they miss you so
Don’t you fret
For on this Day
In memory you grow

Cinderella

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 10, 2014
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I hesitated before choosing to publish this as it is not a style of theme you would normally find here on my blog. However it does speak a very sensitive reality. Here’s my Cinderella….
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Cinderella found her Prince
To him the Child born
Without much time in between
The second came along

Time went on
The Prince worked hard
Cinderella was at home
With castle help
Her beckon call
Freedom left to roam

She had heaven here on earth
Story book
Come  True
Soon it wasn’t quite enough
So her heart
Found something new

Cindi met the pauper’s son
Younger, eager
Down to earth
He told  her
He would be her Prince
And promised her rebirth

Adventure, love
A getaway
From princess stress she knew
She packed her treasures in a chest
Bid family
Adieu

But all was not
What it seemed to be
For pauper had a lie
He had a family of his own
Some secrets you can’t hide

He’d share his love between his wives
To both he would be true
This poor young man needed that
Understand
She would, he knew

Time went by
The story old
New Prince not by her side
She traded all for youth and looks
She ended up with lies

So she lost it all
Life Prince and kids
Castle door was locked

Inside her shell
She chose to live
Not answering a nock

Heartache pain
The pauper caused
A life she once adored

That blood she bled on that last day,
That blood, Dear Sir,
Was yours

Elements Of Wind

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 9, 2014
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Daunted by the wind
She is not,
Comfort in opposition
In which she can rise

Unlike the Man
She is
The bird of nature
Fixated on the mission
Of her flight

Obstacles
A positive,
Strategy of thought

Survival
Instinct
Goes untaught

Perspective
Insight
Keeps her alive,
Obstructed by adversity
The bird surely will die

Embrace the elements of the wind
As life mishap  unfolds
Live life as the Bird in the  sky
 Daring  to be bold

I am The Child

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 7, 2014
Posted in: ageing, beauty, belief, creative writing, life, philosophy, poetry, society, Uncategorized. Tagged: , , , , , , , , , , . 17 Comments

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For I am the Child
That I was long ago
I exist
Sacred corner of my soul

I cannot taste the bitter
I know not of the wrong
I am pure and simple
Unscathed by years lorn

Upholding dreams
Against acquisition of fear
That Childs life eternal
An end will draw near

Belligerent for answers
My adult counterpart
Why kill the child
That’s born to our heart

With love she will flourish
With peace of mankind
Our child within
An inquisitive mind

Taint her please not
With knowledge of war
Injure her not
Of the lonely and poor

Let just a piece
A small piece of soul
House our dear child
To chaperone us old

A reminder of beauty
Of trust and those kind
A shield from the truth
Of ruined mankind

For I am the Child
That I was long ago
Let me live on
To never let go

Over

Posted by Heather's Starting End on April 5, 2014
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Communication
Like raking leaves in the wind
Futile

Trust
As sunshine in the night
Impossible

Feelings
As Sandcastle in the storm
Gone