Absolution sold by the glass

This is a poem about two people who after years apart find each other again. In each other they see the future- only to find that their paths lead in two different directions. Yet, the question remains, will time bring them back together?

Promises, balloons, strings attached
Destiny, expired, eggs unhatched

That we were good enough for each other
Was of no consequence to another

In this season of discontent
We loved without regret

Though tomorrow on loan
In the past we roamed

Love put on pause
Indecision cause

It paralyzed my heart
If pierced we part

Absolution sold by the glass
As memories dance and pass

Sapphires and diamonds, jade and gold
Make amends, easier to hold

Chance time for us?
In God I trust.

She Talks to me in whispers

She talks to me in whispers
She talks to me in sighs
She talks to me in lullabies

Her voice is like a cloud
Her voice is like a stream
Her voice is like a dream

She touches me in whispers
She touches me in sighs
She touches me in lullabies

Her skin is like a kimono
Her skin is like a vine
Her skin is like a Kline

Kline: http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/kline_franz.html

Landlocked

You see the plant with its landlocked roots,
gasping for air against the very boundaries of itself,
paralyzed by its own growth?

Tell me, how does it relate to the human condition?

Alive, thoroughly alive,
more life than earth to sustain it,
strangled by its own aspirations

perhaps it thinks itself a tree?

Freed from its tumor it can renew itself again
But I have not the heart to hack its roots,
separte the parts from the whole

Because I know not where it begins

Perception is Imagination

I wrote this as a response to all the activities we spend our life on which are not in keeping with our true nature and do not add value to our lives. What came to mind, particularly, was how hard women (and men) can be hard on other women. In Western society, we supposedly value individuality, but I hear and read so many disparaging comments about women's bodies! (too thin, too fat, flat chested, too buxom are just a few examples)
This is just one example where instead of loving each other, we create divisions amongst ourselves which distract us from our true purpose on earth.
So, when I write here, 'feminism is sport' it is not meant to be taken as I oppose feminism but that feminism has been used against women, particularly when it comes to excusing courteous behaviours to women (e.g., opening doors) because they say that women will take offense because they 'can do it themselves'.
I think you will find gentleman, that women will appreciate gentlemanly behaviour because it makes them feel respected and like a lady, which is what we are :) Anyway, this poem is not only about feminism there are other themes throughout. Hope it is food for thought


Perception is imagination
where conspiracies congeal
Death is swift and stealthy
when paper cuts don't heal

Reality is unnerving
where feminism is sport
body is undeserving
when food is a retort

Mother is creation
where Knowledge unfolds
life is tempered
when nature is sold

Source is divine
where love is incorporeal
death is a rite
when time is entheal

In Still Repose

I am in still repose
I am in season
I am autumn

My leaves have fallen
Their striking colours sent back

Earth, Mother, home
Existence is lackluster
Each step a sober stumble

My wind but a slight stifle as
Time slides wordlessly forward

Dry earth where fertile roots no longer remain
Deep inside my secrets
Death, awaits

Lay me Down

Lay me down
No space between
When you hold me
I can still dream

Tuck me in
No one else is here
When I’m with you
I want to be near

And- when I whisper your name
You come to me
I look in your eyes and I know
You feel the same

Inside my thoughts
Your name is written on my heart
My friend, no matter the distance
We’ll never be far apart

Peace

Light as a star
Peace is near, not far

A shining lights my being
gives me a simple feeling

rays of sunshine
know the weather's fine

Letting go
'just let it flow'

I Saw a Path

I saw a path that led down
to water, stones, ground
My shirt was damp
I felt the beginning of cramps
I pushed myself further not knowing what lay ahead
a straight path, hill or a winding bend

The Public

I'd rather read a book of tragedies than turn a page to my lifeless soul.
Shut away emotion which comes to the surface at the most inconvienient times, bubbling over into rage when I can't be alone with shadowed memories.
A lifetime spent running, though I did not know it till now.
Each new hurt a repeat of the deepest, now unable to hide I cry for the public.
But the public has no time for my pain, nor I.

Worldwide Good News - Good for You, Good for the World

Just wanted to share this link to Worldwidegoodnews. I'm so excited that this website is out there and all the good news is being shared. Yay positive vibrations. Check it out and feel good today. xoxo

Worldwide Good News - Good for You, Good for the World

The Sharks are Circling

The sharks are circling, swimming in and in
I have so much fear all I see is fins

The judges’ deliberation comes to a still
I’m full, and I can’t wait to be refilled

Haven’t laughed in years, I smile all the same
Used to have a spirit that circles couldn’t tame

Sell me a key that turns back future time
A tranquilizer that goes down with lime

The secret is in success I can hide behind
No one enjoys a woman with a strong mind

Spiritual Guidance

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Check it out and if visiting there has helped you in some way please leave a comment and share with others.

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What do Women want?

I was going through my emails trying to find some old poems that I've written and I found this one, that I didn't write. But, it has special significance to me nonetheless because it brought me back to a time when I was in such a loving relationship and I thought it was going to last forever. It didn't last forever, but today of all days I needed to be reminded that despite everything that happened, I need not doubt the love he had for me. ~x


"What Do Women Want?"
by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

Riding the Roads

Part I



A Telephone call on a Tuesday



A familiar stranger’s voice on the line

Wants to get reacquainted over coffee and a bumpy ride along city side roads



I consider and contemplate the situation

His voice has the ring of sincerity, a brave attempt to win me.



Could have gotten the sound of a click and a resounding dial tone in his left ear for the effort



I consent to coffee and conversation and commit to nothing.



Besides, what do I have to lose except my self-respect?



Part II



Coffee Shop Conversation and Other Absurdities



We sit in the coffee shop

Across from each other

Him, by the window, the city lights shining over his shoulder

Separated by a silver napkin holder,

My medium one and one decaf

And his steeped tea with half the amount of milk



We discuss my choice of nail polish

It is called Espionage but I don’t think the name is suitable

So

I rename the color Grapesh

He thinks the hue rather Mauvish



It is then that he offers to paint my toenails the same color so my fingernails and toenails will match

What an alluring proposition!

The thought of him bent over my feet carefully stroking my toenails with purple paint

Excites and turns me on.



I think, does he have a foot fetish?

Perhaps his only motive is to get me in a reclining position

With my feet precariously naked, lifted in the air

Waiting for the polish to dry





Part III



Riding the Roads with Dangerous Desires



Sitting beside you, riding in your car



Staring at the black starry eyed darkness thinking of

Strappy sandals with purple painted toenails peeking out





You: concentrate on driving over the pot-holed road

Occasionally you say something silly or otherwise, make a passing comment

Or reach over to turn the radio up an alarming volume.



It is then that you glance at me: quickly, appraisingly.

Sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a questioningly quizzical expression



I sit, warm and full in the heat of your vehicle.

My body heavily heaves at the thought of you reaching over to

Touch my knee, stroke my leg or brush my arm with your long cigarette stained fingers.



I can hardly breathe.

The air is full of the question of sex.

When, where, how?



My favorite part of the evening is when you move your hand to change gears

The way you confidently grasp the stick forward and backward makes me think of something similar



I stare too long

Too comfortable in the silence of sexual thought.



I bite my bottom lip

Debate telling him I want more than conventional sex



I fantasize about him taking what he wants, not asking for it



I imagine us grasped in each others arms rocking together as a boat rocks upon the ocean’s tumultuous waves during a wondrous winter storm



When I think of him I think naughty thoughts which should make me blush

But don’t.



I want to describe my desires to him,

Watching the crimson flood to his serious face

And his bespeckled eyes start with surprise

Living for money is nothing short of absurd

Our summer romance has reached its climax
No need to call me up and say hey
I’m a free man now

Cause it’s a Saturday night and I’m trying to pretend
I’ve got somewhere to be
Don’t make things complicated by saying you missed me

I’m dancing naked in the shower
Wishing I was there for an hour
Intercontinental flights don’t come cheap

But then you say I’m making lots of money
Yeah, I’m making enough for both of us honey
You’re broke, stop repeating yourself I’ve heard it already

Can’t get a passport because you’re a convict
I’m not the badass you say
Every girl has her day

Thought you weren’t like the rest
Then you tell me you’re jealous of my lifestyle
It’s a style of life I can’t afford

Bring me back into your life with just a word
Living for money is nothing short of absurd

Fold me in your arms like a paper airplane
I’ll be there still just wasting away

Without an umbrella

Without an umbrella
I rush into the street
Looking here and there,
Hoping for a bite to eat

As I walk quickly
My glasses become foggy
My shoes are soggy
Because

They’ve sprung a leak
Curious, I think
From under my rain coat I’ll take a peek

And this is what I see:

Umbrellas are dancing like leaves
Cats are hiding in tall trees
Walkers are ducking under eaves
Students are giggling in threes

I smile, I know,
The city is a great place to be!

And, then, you said I was missed

When you called you seemed far away
Indeed, you were in a distant place

Your voice after long hours was tired
Our conversation likewise became mired

I wanted to cut the silence, it roared in my ears
Coupled with your tone it amplified my fears

And, then, you said I was missed,
If I was near I’d be passionately kissed

Do you miss me too, you asked
In your wonderment I lightly basked

I said nothing, but instead
Nodded acquiescence in my head

Urbane Lovers

Urbane lover’s leisurely walk
Where the broken-hearted used to stalk


The rhythm of the summer heat
Drums a steady erotic beat


Lust plays carelessly upon the dilapidated street
This is where youthful maidens now meet


With arms linked they glide
After gentle promises plied


Fine offers bidden under august lamplight
Who dare resist a desire which prevents flight


He touches a heart tender, love makes him bold
On a starry night she may allow him a hand to hold

My impatient persona

My heart aches with distance,
Memories I wish for;
Steamy shower scenes
Which evoke soft splendour

To wait again
For his steady gaze
My impatient persona,
By its endurance I am amazed

My feelings are red
The realm of possibility grows
I cannot flee the meaning
Must yield and let them show

His words are ready
The truth in them I cannot fear
Though he is not with me,
I feel him ever near

A bit of light in my day

A bit of light in my day
Kind friends to lead the way
Moments when I can say,
“I’m finished!”

Time and its effects are all I own
These are the seeds I’ve sown
From the dusty soil my labours grown
And all I can wonder is, What is it?

My memory is my enemy
Flighty and choosy
Though image be botchy
It is what it is