Category Archives: Poetry

Do You Hear Me…?

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Do you hear me?

knock…knock

I can arrive in a blinding streak of light
A reverberation of considerable noise
Sometimes I’m just a hiss in the night
A susurrus lodged against the equipoise

Do you hear me?

I come to life with anticipation
Sometimes the rose, sometimes the thorn
I can die under the weight of trepidation
And thus never will I be born

knock…knock

Both wise and foolish in my own way
I am one and all of the muses and sages
A nocturnal refuge in the bustle of day
The launch and conclusion of many ages

Do you hear me?

I am the road less traveled or forged ahead
Choose wise and I can further your niche
But choose wrong or not at all instead
Then I can simply be a… stitch

KNOCK…knock

A unit of immeasurable gauges
A mystery of infinite possibility
The door through all of life stages
I am the knock of opportunity

KNOCK…KNOCK

Do you hear me?

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Hyde Park Poets Rally –  Week 77

The Longing…

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I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I want to feel you in my arms again
How Deep Is Your Love – Bee Gees

I feel your skin reflect the flames from the fireside
But it’s no match to heat felt deep inside
And in the fire of your kiss I’m simply undone
It’s a fervor repeated all night long
Like a pleasantly broken record, like a recorded song
Then my alarm breaks through the throes of passion
In the reality of dawn my heart start to sag
Like the air gradually seeping from an airbag
As I awaken to the new day just begun
I know your eyes in the morning sun

I try so hard to hide this – thing it’s so surreal
It asks much more of me than I deign to feel
You are so close and yet so far to attain
There’s far too many years between our ages
No reconcile of which I find assuages
All the emotions I try so hard to refrain
The greenhouse effect when I think of you
And in my heart’s downbeat knowing, you feel this too
Like in ways I simply cannot explain
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain

You have all my desires in a bottleneck
And by taking my lead you’re equally in check
I tell myself that this simply cannot be
But “To hell with convention!” I used to tout
When did this prudish side come about?
Who’s this face in the mirror that I see?
The mandates of the norm are quite daunting
What’s this humbug to deny my inner wanting?
In the moments when we touch accidentally
And the moment that you wander far from me

Behind closed eyes you are my backbone
‘T’is but a number twixt what I can condone
Won’t lie to myself, that’s it beyond my ken
The sway of emotions when you look in my eyes
And I know it’s nothing but a pack of lies
When I say I can live without you, but then
Am I willing to risk you for my pride’s shortfall?
I discover that you are what I want after all
For my eyes are wide open now and I still yen
I want to feel you in my arms again

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Me and my fave poetic form the Glosa , again.

dVerse ~Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight Week 78

Answer to the ∞th Question

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My child you’ve asked Me to define
How do you feel a life divine
A presence in the air you breathe
It’s when My child I call you Mine

I’m in the shh-shh of the breeze
Soft flowing through the willow’s leaves
I’m in the chanting of the chimes
The faltering of buzzing bees

I’m wrapped in the most ancient rhymes
Brought through to these most modern times
I’m the warble of bluebird’s song
A testament to changing climes

I’m the magnet whose pull’s so strong
To help right you before the wrong
The crowd you handle on your own
The Single Presence in the throng

I’m in the chances that you’ve blown
I’m in the peace when you atone
I’m in the strength when fears you fight
I’m in the pleasures when you moan

I’m in each morsel that you bite
The prayers you retire at night
I am the final finish line
The practice of a life lived right

So child you’ve asked Me to define
How do you feel a life divine
It’s when My love is mixed with thine
It’s when My child I call you Mine

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics: Peace Within and Without

The Wind Grows Colder

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The wind grows colder
Winter chills
And on this first  night

I seek You
As I always have
Wondering

With my heart and soul
So weary
Of the questioning

Sometimes loud
Sometimes in silence
I just pray

The wind grows colder
Winter chills
Awaiting Your word

Still I pray
What more can be done
I know not

I who have followed
Who believes
Is my faith not true?

Your response
In the deep nothing
Is silence

The wind grows colder
Winter chills
And so does my soul

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Playing around, mixing the 5/3/5 and the 3/5/3 versions of the La Lune poetry form.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Form For All: La Lune

Year’s End Goodbye

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drink-and-dream

“…the winter sets its tears upon us” sung real soft
Old records she listens to, when he’s brought her pain
She knows she’s heard these songs now quite too oft

Two hours to midnight, he’s not home yet
A familiar loneliness comes to her again
Except it’s now tinged with open regret

Outside jolly voices hail the season
While inside her heart breaks, slow as the songs she plays
Brittle and on the edges of reason

The door opens as she hears the clock’s chime
Hearing his footsteps click on the cool marble floor
Stops herself from commenting on the time

Knows just what he’ll say when she sees his face
Knows he’s left even though he’s just walked in the door
Knows that goodbye now sits in hello’s place

Pouring herself shots of liquid spirit
With awe he watches her mouthing the words he says
Her world now spinning, she makes herself sit

Words of apology, words of good-bye
Her emotions tumble-down a deep spiraled well
But refuses to let him see her cry

Forcing a smile, much too tired to think,
Without a second look, she bids him a farewell
Already focused, on the next stiff drink

Before the door closes, her drinking has begun
“…the winter sets its tears upon us” lowly sung
Somewhere in the distance, New Year’s Bells are rung
The tightened grip on her tears is slowly unstrung

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight Week 77 – Happy New Year

Carol’s Day / Carol’s Night

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Blizzard came from nowhere – darned blizzard
But am I a fan of snow? Of course not! But
Not that anyone asked me – of course not!

Happy? Of course, my children were happy
Snow day – no school – too much snow
Shot my plans for the day – totally shot

To finish the Harbor Memorial Feast, to
Do all the things I needed to do
Stuck at home just as I was stuck

Too late for to call a babysitter too
Take them all was more than I could take
Suck! Did all this simply suck!

Past noon, cabin fever claimed by noon’s past
Comfort of home is no longer a comfort
Fried ketchup? No, ketchup can’t be fried!

Nuts are in the DVD?!! ARE YOU NUTS?!?!
Kids – my darling, usually, well- behaved kids
Tried my patience, like it has never been tried

Parcel left at the curb, not even my parcel
Cussing inside instead of verbally cussing
Tongue hurt ‘cause I bit my tongue

Shoveled whatever needed to be shoveled
Salt got in my eyes – hydrochloride rock salt
Stung like the devil, how it stung!

Entertain? Tonight he wants to entertain?
Insane! My husband is freaking insane!
Oh migraine! I’m getting a migraine – oh!

Rang in the evening, my doorbell rang
Worsening a mood, way past worsening
Things I can’t be bothered by, nonsense things

Carolers, candle-holding carolers
Singers they wanted more singers
Sing they wanted me to sing

Spying eyes behind the curtains spying
Great – my husband actually said great!
Go ahead honey. You know you want to go!

Hymns, well I could sing the opus hymns
Joy – yes, it would bring back my lost joy
Go yes go! Hey lets all go!

Out we went and sang our voices out
Bells we rang singing Silver Bells
Praise flow from voices, joyous praise

Songs, how we sang those songs!
Grew friendships as carolers grew
Raised spirits with opus raised

So the stars – how they twinkle so!
Smiling with my kids just smiling
Right perfect, weather just right

Drifts of snow in piling drifts
Pains of day, now forgotten pains
Night divine O Holy Night

Heat, we savor the cocoa’s heat
Sweet comforts of my home sweet
Complete peace to a day complete

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Giving the Serpentine Verse a holiday whirl!

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight – Week 76 – Holiday Edition

At All

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I go through the motions, put a smile on my face
Oh I’m just fine to those who call
Only one could pull me from this dark space
But you’re gone,
So I don’t care at all

Every time I think I’m doing better
The pain holds me in tighter thrall
And I know you’d hate that I’m like this
But you’re gone,
And I don’t care at all

I know I should be better off than I am
But I also know I just don’t give a damn

When it’s all about “Tis the season”
I still hang garland from doors and walls
I once loved the holidays without reason
But you’re gone,
So I don’t care at all

El Sol churns out yet another day,
The flowers bloom, then leaves fall
Luna glows oh so marvelous they say
But you’re gone,
And I don’t care at all
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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight – Week 76 – Holiday Edition

A Writer Who Can’t Find the Words

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Somewhere between the now and then
A biblical calm is scattered
An envy staves this poet’s pen
A writer who can’t find the words

How strange it seems that overnight
I’ve become poetic dullard
It’s nearly physical my fright
A writer who can’t find the words

Never again my words to be
This change of heart has me cowered
The hold this loss has placed on me
A writer who can’t find the words

Voice – pen, all is one, one is all
Says those with the means to be heard
What’s there to hear when silence calls
A writer who can’t find the words

My dormitory holds no peace
The mystical moist night air girds
All jibes or remarks’ sweet release
A writer who can’t find the words

Indoctrinate to gratify
Failing what I thought mastered
My thoughts once swift to satisfy
A writer who can’t find the words

My soul feels desperation’s score
Like knowing prayers won’t be answered
How the cold silence stretches for
A writer who can’t find the words

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A return to the Kyrielle from, entered intodVerse ~Poets Pub | FormForALL – Kyrielle

Temptation…

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…Is playing the flirt
To your coy
Secret smiles masked
Behind casual shrugs
Double Innuendo
With bold inclinations.

One hears the indifference
In the chat
One sees the fire
Of the eyes
Recognizable only by one
Who has long since given in
To the abandon of passion.

Can I but wonder
Do the heat of your eyes
Extend to your touch?

Tell me,

Better yet
Don’t tell me.

Let me feel for myself …

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dVerse Meeting the Bar

Le Petite Mort

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You take me
With skill,
With strength
With the power of lust

Knowing what you want
And how to get it

To feel the power of your body
Against mine

Head thrown back, body arched
I feel your warm breath
Against my thighs

Just before your lips
Reach the ridge of mine
I watched you
gently blow
Like a too hot cup of coffee

Your hot breath sliding over me
Feeling like soft silk exposed
Making my body respond with abandon

I sense nothing
But you and the promise
Of your body to mine, taunting me
To think of nothing but

The moment

The moment when my body meets yours
In a crashing wave of exquisite pleasure

The kind that rips
The satiated breath from our chests
Sweet reminders
Of all that was said and done

Making us feel so alive
We could die

Le Petite Mort

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub : OpenLinkNight Week 74