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With familiar comfort two smiles meet,
As their hearts converse, eyes gaze
You feel their love and security,
Nurtured through years,
Spent together as days
Loneliness breathes down to the core of your soul,
Across watching, this table of two
The dancing candle, that missed wrinkles of life,
Letting love, be all that shined though
Tormenting your heart on its soul mate quest
It is painful, as well as,
Unbearably true,
That to see another that’s lived your dream,
And wishing just once, it was you
You’re the observer tonight,
Again
Not the observed,
Your Sadness inside cries so loud
You wish to be the one sitting in love,
The one envious of the crowd
Will you ever know if dinner for two,
Tastes better than dinner alone
Will you ever get to hear those words,
“Twas lovely my Sweetheart,
Let us go Home”
It was then that the Gentleman, elder and grey,
Stood up, lent his hand to his wife
Graciously taken, they head for the door,
Arm in arm, soul mates for life
I’m here,
You, no longer
Are near
Leaves blown,
Were swept away
From home
Dear Tree,
I as you now,
Empty
.
.
A description of rules for Musette poetry can be found here. It is fun and welcoming to find a poetry challenge, this one from Harry at The Poets Corner, to change it up and give inspiration to try a new form of poetry. Happy short week, those in America 🙂
I knew from the second with my first morning breath,
That my body has woken up sick
It has had enough of my mind playing games,
Undue stress that wreaks it havoc
Don’t you realize what you do from day to day?
I’m shutting you down from these head games you play
Now you must rest ‘cause I’ve taken control,
We’re staying in bed, I’ve got you on hold
I gave you the signal when I felt run down,
On the receiving end of your thoughts
I asked you to give up the party last eve,
But you pushed on, once again, did you listen?
Naught.
We’re all getting kind of tired in here,
Mr. Heart and Miss liver, too
Save your weekends for warrior
Till then, bid the weeknights adieu
Shame that again I’ve shut you down,
I’ve been doing it since you’re young
Lack of sleep and vitamins,
One big mix of stress and fun
They say stress kills, believe it’s so,
That expression didn’t come from the sky
Stop running away, take the bull by the horns,
In a few days I’ll see, that the fevers not high
Can you listen now, listen from now on?
Slamming you down’s, not really fun
But you know it’s me that teaches the lesson,
When you, won’t listen to anyone
Now before we climb back under the covers,
Grab a book, go make us a tea
Know that I love you with body and soul
And am just doing right, for both you and me.
Oh well, every now and then we have to listen to somebody, even if it is our own body 😉
Happy Friday, all!
Will you whisper those words I’ve put in your mind?
Please pretend that they’re yours,
So I can forget that they’re mine
That just one moment of us together,
Is worth, all of lifes time
That without the smell of my skin, my touch,
Surely you’d wither and die
That there’s no life without dreams,
And no dreams, without life
There’s nothing at all, without me by your side,
Your dreams would vanish,
Get caught in the night
Lost forever, disappearing from sight
Whisper sweet somethings, or nothing at all,
Let me twist them to hear what I like
Just say my name with the sinking moon,
In the morning, let me wake by your side
Is the clown smiling from behind his frown?
His Illusion portrays it not so
I’ll ask for illusion, pretend that it’s love
Please pretend you’re not frowning,
Don’t go
Can she fly away but leave her troubles behind?
What is the distance from here to there?
And just where is There, that place of Earths peace,
Does it even exist when her mind travels with?
If just for some time, to leave her life for a while
To empty her soul burdened, with not just past,
But burdened with future as well
For rebirth of her spirit, if she could only go
Freedom to rise, not with the sun,
Nor sleep, as on the horizon it sets
A heavenly body encapsulated and liberated,
Living once There, timeless
If only the chance, to go to her There,
She knows its colors, sounds,
Its smell and tranquility
She has seen it, in her vision,
It does exist,
A meditated place that she goes to each day
And as she sets her eyes through the open air, up towards the heavens,
Birds migrating south, jet trails crossing,
Clouds forming, and dissipating,
Tears of destination fill her eyes
For only too, if she could fly
I happily came across a great site this week. It is thought provoking and something not to open at midnight if you’d like to sleep, I did and got way too engulfed. I’d like to thank Jack and his blog for that!
One of his themes was “Mindfulness”.
Mindfulness has certainly become a universal term, interestingly enough, without universal terminology.
I thought I knew what it meant to me, until once again was posed with the question when my thoughts and mind had quieted from the day.
What is “Mindfulness” to you? Is it living in the moment? Being as one with the nature around you? Finding peace or understanding? Knowing your next breath and move….
As writers, I think we DO target ourselves in to the moment while we write, a part of mindfulness perhaps?
I’m not sure, but would loved to hear your take on it.
Have a beautiful, mindfull weekend, my Friends
Jacks original post can be found here
Eyelids resting on peaceful closed eyes,
Holding the calm, inside of his mind
Muscles lay soft on the bones of his face,
At one with his world, tensions died
This vision of him, brings me down to the earth
A reminder that balance is mine
To conquer, control, this gift of the taking
As Buddha in, meditation Divine
So many days,
I lose my way
So many times,
Beauty goes blind
So many nights,
Tears for my sleep
So many moments I’ve failed to find
I’ve placed your sculpture to always be seen,
When morning sun wakes my eyes
You give me the nod of encouragement
From the nightstand of my bedside
That today my way,
It will be found
Today,
With beauty I’ll see
There will be no need,
To cry before sleep,
I’ll search for moments of life to reap
For those whom I love, but let down the same,
When my world and its balance gets thrown
I ask you for patience, as could just a human,
Without you, my life has no home
My hearts been living homeless, just waiting around for you
It’s been in and out of shelters, from abuse, that’s nothing new
It hates the cold but bares the rain,
Of teardrops falling, lost love again
“Homeless Heart, I hear him coming”,
I feel new warmth run up my spine
“What do you say we trust this one,
And pray that all be fine?”
“I’m getting older now and quite run down”,
Homeless Heart then said to me
“But I still need a place to call my own,
Where love finds harmony”
“I’m so full with all that hearts can give,
This road’s so long, and I am tired”
“I want to nestle into caring arms,
That place that we all desire”
His hand lifts up to brush the piece
Of hair that’s in my face,
Back of his hand, he strokes my cheek,
Gently, filled with grace
His soft voice spoke no promises,
So nothing could be broke
He spoke of wishes, hopes and dreams,
It was then, Homeless Heart awoke
Heart raced, became overwhelmed with heat,
Asked “Oh my, am I sick?”
“Why no, not at all, this is very good,
You’ve just never felt like this”
“It is love you are feeling of the purest kind,
Rejoice,
You’re no longer alone”
He pulled me close, eyes confirming my wish
My heart now has a home
He’s still standing on the bridge of hope,
Far away is his soul, clung to the past
Uncommitted to life and what it is now
Wanting only, what didn’t last
Those dear times of ago, he will keep her alive,
In mind snapshots, dates and calls
While hearing her memories again and again
In the tunes of their favorite songs
Comfort in past, comfort in pain
Comfort in loss of a dream
Discontent in a future that wasn’t carved out
Where there is absence of her name
He’ll look past your eyes when memories strike,
Eyes sullen, while caught deep in thought
He’ll try and tell you that all is alright,
Intuition tells you it’s not
He will tell you he loves you, which could be true,
While holding you tight through the night
But when the lights go down and he closes his eyes,
He’s still missing the one who he can’t call his wife
One day your senses will rise like the sun,
The truth, not blind to see
Your world will come crashing while blissful he sleeps,
“The one he longs for, isn’t me”
He’ll fight with belief “It just isn’t so!”,
And promise that it’s only you
Only you, yes, that fills both time and space,
While his heart, his past love pursues
So just walk away and swallow your pride,
In truth, there is nothing lost
But a Man that lives in his memory,
Still fighting for her, at your cost
Your mind is the Thief that has hijacked my heart
Your eyes,
Hold hostage my soul
It was a Pinot Noir you bent down to give,
But a kiss, instead
That you stole
It made my heart roar,
Both thunder and joy
Forgot its past, as well as
Its grief
Seduced by your whisper,
Your breath on my neck
Of “Come with now, let’s leave”
Years have passed by since that moment in time,
When you became,
A Pirate to me
Captured by you I will always remain,
Forever drowning,
In our mutual Sea
For again if we cross, by Sea, land or air,
This mistress will vow to be weak
Unable to break away from the hold,
From the Pirate she always did seek
So till you rescue me, or I rescue you
Till our sails worlds apart,
Towards eachother,
Once cast
I’ll raise my wine, still a Pinot Noir,
To keep alive this memory
That was meant to last
If you could measure your life
By nothing but my love,
Then I hope you’d have
Already, an eternity lived
Please don’t become
The flowing water of my tears,
Provoker of my insecure fears,
The waster of my remaining years
I will be the walls of your life
Supporting your dreams
Dark times,
I’ll give vision
To your sight
Please don’t become
The one that turns his head,
When all I need is just an ear
The one to gaze off blankly,
When I reach for you to hear
I have offered you the riches
Of all that can not be held,
Followed you when you were lost
While moving stones out of your way
Please stay here, be the one,
To give support when I need it too
To love and listen, understand,
If my strength runs out too soon
Lift
Yourself
Breaking free
From chains of pain
Live
Go
Move on
Do something
Let your heart mend
Heal
Be
Someone
Don’t dream it
Spread out your wings
Fly
*5 lines with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one. The basic shape of a lanturne should, with imagination, look like a lantern. Thank you Poets Corner for the challenge and intro to Lanturne Poetry, I took it a step further and tried for 3 stanzas.
Ironic,
We live in a world, which is said to be free
But as I typed, a satellite passed over me
Ironic, I tell you,
It’s all such a scam
They know about me,
While I don’t know who I am
Ironic,
The seeds to grow in our gardens at home,
Like the veggies in stores are all GMO
Ironic, I tell you,
It’s all such a lie
This nourishment alone,
Helps us early to die
Ironic,
Just how life has sped up so fast,
We’re now victims of time in technologies grasp
Ironic, I tell you,
We’ve been so dumbed down
Sold our souls to the internet,
Where all our data is found
Ironic,
The only thing free is to breathe our own air,
But they’ll tax that too, one day in despair
So let’s go to work if you’re lucky enough,
Dear Pawns that we are,
With a job
‘Cause it’s the government watching us from above
Ironic, we believed
All along it was God
I keep pouring their glasses at my party of life
Keeping my guests, full and plenty
Entertaining, accommodating, all seems fine
Turn around,
I see my glass is still empty
Staying focused on happiness, that my guests
Need for naught,
I turn to my glass,
Yet again, I’ve forgot
Me, myself and again
I,
Have forgotten ourselves, as the time
Slipped on by
The party roars on, the energy firm,
My guests hold on to the night
Somehow I’ve tired and try to move on
My glass, now nowhere in sight
Is your glass half full,
Or do you see it half empty
A question we hear all the time
While hosting my life
And busy with them,
Can please someone
Pour me a wine?
…Moral of the Poem? Check your glass because it’s your life too. Have a beautiful week, my Dear Hosts and Hostesses!
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