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Each Day Anew…

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I wake and start each day anew
I shake myself to clear my head
I take on faith I’ll muddle through
I make myself get out of bed

The day is as it was before
The play of life’s dramas unfold
The clay of my face gets new scores
The way it will for days untold

Time flaunts with me in its cruel way
Time wants me to think I’m all right
Time daunts my tears in light of day
Time haunts me then in dark of night

Can’t lie my pain will soon be through
Can’t fly away until it’s gone
Can’t buy back moments to redo
Can’t die so no choice but go on

It’s true that heartache ends, but when?
It’s few the days I feel it cease
It’s due I know, but until then
It’s through my pen I find release

I know I have the strength to cope
I go as heart and soul say to
I sow my seeds of faith and hope
I grow and start each day anew

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[written several very short, yet long years ago – about six weeks after becoming a widow.]

The form used is called a Lento. Strictly speaking a Lento is two quatrains of eight syllables (a Double Lento has four quatrains, or as I have done, a Triple Lento with six quatrains). A Lento requires that you rhyme the very first word of each line in the stanza and have an ending rhyme of abcd. As you can see I took a little creative licensing here by repeating the first word and rhyming the second words instead and having an end rhyme of abab.

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The Only Thing…

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The scratch behind the record playing
Hear it on the radio?
That susurrus? What is it saying?
Is it your mind about to go?
The ragged chill running down your spine
On a most warm and sunny day
The nagging feeling in your mind
That takes the words you want to say

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows of the light…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows of the night…

A sense when you walk in a room
That simply rubs you the wrong way
A sense of an impending doom
That turns the swiftest feet to clay
A little sense of something strange
That remote something not quite right
A sense that danger’s within range
That makes you turn on all the lights

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows of the light…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows of the night…

A feeling raises your neck hairs
It’s one that shakes you through and through
The touch you feel, when no one’s there
That makes you wonder is it you?
The tap, the tap upon your pane
That starts to freak you to your core
The tap that’s more than simple rain
You’re on the fifty-second floor!

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows of the light…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows…

What’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows of the night…

The creep who lives,
Across the hall
The one whose look makes your skin crawl
That tiny bug
Oh! Does it sting?!
You’re scared of every little thing!
The door that slams!
The glass that breaks!
The sudden loss of breaths you take!
The terrors!
Won’t just let you be!
What is the reason?
Can’t you see?
The only thing to fear

Is me!

Fear’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows…

Fear’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows of the light…

Fear’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows…

Fear’s in the shadows,
   in the shadows,
     in the shadows of the night…

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Succubus

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Stay away I’m poisoned fruit
Your attempts to ignore amuse me still
For you know not the evil in sweet pursuit
I chase first, to last out the thrill

You might as well stay, mine either way

Of course you’ll be warned of my ill repute
Even as you vale to my faux goodwill
It’s the promise of my poisoned fruit
You chase to the last, your first taste of thrill

You beg to stay, trapped in my hips sway

It’s  your will and senses I dilute
As you feel the call of  my raven trill
While hearing your spine’s sudden chill
Too late you heed I’m poisoned fruit
For my pleasures throb in your pain acute
When your last breath, is my first thrill

Eternity you stay, another toy tossed away

Twilight

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A touch of warmth

My eyes slowly open,
To a blend of lightness upon dark

Ochre and orange and indigo merge
In such perfect umbrage
I know not dusk from dawn

Time is in flux

For a few moments
I sift through asleep and awake

High above hints of urban sounds
I have no aural clues
Whether to hurdle up or hunker down

A little too proud

I refuse to cheat
By simply looking at the clock

In just a few minutes
I know I’ll have an answer
But what do I do in this exact moment?

In the warm stillness

I hold my breath
As I wait in anticipation

Then I hear you beckon me to love
And quite suddenly I don’t care
Matters of dusk or dawn a distant chord


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when all that’s raptured

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Some trust so hard in human fallacies
Only to mock and thrash against the rails.
Whose fault to follow those who cannot see?
Prophecies bold behind curtains and veils.
Can one but wonder what is there to be,
When all that’s raptured, becomes all that fails?
Even The Word states not when, only why
In God We Trust some say, but actions lie

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Leathers In The Night

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She walks in leathers in the night
Mine until dawn’s rays are spun
Her smile holds chills, not warmth of sun

Her stance is bold, a thrilling sight
Trapped in her gaze, mind in a daze
A sham I pose, to give her fight

I brace myself when whip is spun,
Her leathers whisper in the night…

The leather whips hard in the night
Stung with the strike of the first one
I writhe in joy, I am undone

And when sated, she’s gone from sight
Strange in her ways, she never stays
There is no wrong, there is no right

Just memories I can’t outrun
And hints of leather in the night

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Two Taps

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My job is thus: this terror end
It’s not for a purpose, higher
nor a matter of my desire

Though there are those I will offend
Pure steel my nerve, for whom I serve
A decade’s span, this tale to rend

The choice was death, I take aim – fire
Two taps I’m done: this terror ends…?

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Look At Her

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Adipositivity image

Look at her…

A sea of creamy alabaster,
in quiet repose.

Sunlight dances along her features,
rays pirouette to touch her

Here!
The curve of her soft chin
As she raises her head to bask
in Sol’s warmth

No here!
On wonderfully cushioned arms
A comfort that can lull the most active mind
to quite solitude

No there!
Wrapping around her thighs,
so thick, supple, inviting
even as it protects there

Ah, there…
There even the light respects
the concealed yielding
that should always be
a tender secret

Beauty that would make
the likes of Reubens or Botero
simply wail in the dismal failure
to capture such

And I am blessed
blessed with the pleasure
to gaze upon her
to simply

Look at her…

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No Name Yet

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Standing by the river of time
Each wave lap is second’s chime
Don’t really know if it’s coming or going
Just know that time is steadily flowing
By my feet rooted to this dirty shore
Comprised of tiles from my bathroom floor

And I know if I could put name to my fear,
I could find myself a way out of here

The sun will rise and the sun will set
And my fear – has no name yet

Feels like minutes, hours, days, weeks and years
Before I realize the river’s my own tears
Can almost feel the peace that I’ve sought
But the noise of the world just clouds my thought
Just need a moment to talk to the spirit
Ask for an answer and be able to hear it

If I can form the question to the Power that Be,
I know somehow the answer will set me free

The sun will rise and the sun will set
But my question – has no name yet

Trying to be the one voice among the chatter
Only to find out that it just doesn’t matter
We see the words that we did not say
Then close our eyes hear them anyway
Feels like we’re reading the thoughts of the mindless
Or looking at the world through another’s blindness
Reaching out to those who’d love to avoid us
Who else to blame for the mental coitus?

I’ve been standing here for oh so long,
the world goes on with the same old song

The sun will rise and the sun will set
And the song – has no name yet

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