Match
Watching words
Going back and forth
Each opponent believing they are right
Slurs and slanders to gain a point
And here I am
Watching
With my popcorn in hand
This new form of entertainment
I should be ashamed
Appreciating
The facts
The ludricrous
The commen sense remade
Pondering this motivation
These words
Being so over used
Jabs, and insults building
Dry souls
Thirsty for truth, insane
Lay down the kerosene
All that’s missing
Is a Match
Lonely Valentine
Another Valentines Eve
Alone, and no one to call my own
Holding back emotions
Threatening to take
My joy, my hope
But then I recall, amidst my tears
No promise from above
Ever went unanswered
Our hearts longing
Is not in vain
We just need to have
Our thoughts align
Love is not some
Fast Food pipe dream
But a choice, and a gift
If we are brave enough to let it in
Nice
Every day She would reflect upon her life Of what others thought Matters, that only caused strife And decided for herself There were only a few Memories, she hoped would remain To set her apart from what they knew Humor, grace, and wit Along with her vices However, do not let them only say She, was just "Nice"
My Valentine
My Dear Valentine,
We have yet to meet face to face
But I feel you every day
Regardless of time and space
I adore you
And long for your sweet embrace
I wonder where you are
Are you close?
Or are you far
My hope is, you will seek my love
Like searching for a star
Who are you?
And what is it that you do?
For fun
for folly
Or earning a coin or two
For here I am
Waiting patiently
To be a better me
Praying for you
Until, we finally meet
Each day my love grows
As I have seen you in my dreams
Only a glimpse
My joy bursting at the seams
So I smile and ponder
That in all the world
You are my gift, and I yours
Us waiting for our love story to be writ
Don’t lose hope
And remember the pearl
Just trust the process
Of our love’s sweet bliss
Divine time, has been set
Same, for our first kiss
Just know, my gaze is steadfast
I’m not fickle
Like soo many others
I’ve been hurt, and scarred
Yet, I still stand
Open hearted
Knowing that you are there
Waiting, just like me
Wanting the healing touch
Of when our Souls first meet
Iron sharpens Iron
Or so they say
Let me bare all
and be truthful today
I hide nothing from you
I’ve let my fears fade away
It will be known
When we are made one
That I declared my love for you
To you My Valentine
And you alone
No Regrets
Photographer Unknown
The evening started
With dinner
Your company
And wine
Yet we were not ready
to end
Our conversation
Or the comraderie
Another bottle of wine
A dance and kiss
And I was lost
In this sweet bliss
We soon found the bed
And each other
Your kisses were like
Fire and healing, I had yet to discover
Masks gone
Our passions set free
Twas the most
Delightful memory
Yet you said “the best is yet to come”
For neither of us
were ready
to sleep
You took my hand
And grabbed a blanket
Your arms and the stars
Were all I needed
As I laid my head on your shoulder
A smile came to my lips
I have no regrets
And we watched, the sun rise
And I just breathed you in
Knight in Shining Armor
Photographer Unknown
There was no fanfare
at his arrival
No page, to annouce who he was
Only that his presence was felt
When he showed up
In the past
He was the one who stayed
When everyone else left
His soothing voice
Giving her strength
In time
His arms
Became home
And a safe place
To weather any storm
He had the uncanny
Ability to make her laugh
When she wanted to cry
Yet. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Even she didn’t see at first
That he saw her truly
And loved her anyway
Fact, his metal was rare
That above all other men
He was her knight, in shining armor
metamorphosis
Artist Unknown
they say becoming
is easy
but its not
truth be told
it begins with
a trigger of non importance
but significant
all the same
it brings pain
hurt
fears
and truth
most of which we do not want
to see
or feel
lest it stays
but that which is no more
must be let go
for the new
demands to manifest
Healing
love
hope
peace
A promise
that our souls know
and the heart
seeks above all
for to remain
brings certain
death, therefore
let me be reborn
When is it okay to be Me?
Photographer Unknown
Watching every word
Every action
Lest I make a mistake
Or be in the wrong
Some prisons
Are not made of bars
Or stone
The jailer, has long since been gone
In his place
Is a ghost, a whisper
of a past shame
Of an imaginary offense
The enforcer
Though absent he be
A “mindset”
Still remains
Yet there is hope
And a key
When we answer ourselves
When is it okay to be me?
Future Paths
Photographer Unknown
We know not
The correct path we should take
Nor, the obstacles
That get in our way
Many of us are blind
Until, a suddenly happens
The fog dissappears
And we see a ray of light
Never lingering long
Just a whisper of
An ancient ryhyme
Coming down from above
The tune is sweet
May we hear it
This is the way
Walk ye in it
Oh, but beware
Like the coin
With two sides
The other option can be filled with lies
May our souls remember
What our eyes have forgotten
That we be not ensnared
And are dreams not hearken
A Lovers Touch
Heart racing, breath quickened
How long, had she been touched
By a man, who wrote poetry
On her body
No space, did he overlook
She was like
A blank page
Awaiting his pen
To Write
In Words
Only what his tongue
Could Express
That she was the fire
That fed his only need
All the while
Her senses trembled in anticipation
To the story
Only he could write
Deeply within
Her secrets spilled out
Like wine upon his lips
The sweetest surrender
To a battle she lost
Before he even began
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