Raping Spring #poetry
http://cherishwords.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/tulip.jpg
another flower was trampled just the other day
beautiful, young, bright like spring
a temptation to the taker
taunting her
brushing aginst her bloom
smelling her
but not too close
until the right time
when she would …
open her beauty for him
desire his praise
a draught so sweet
he sipped deeply
then tore the petals
threw them away
walking down the pathway
toward the next fresh tulip
Thanks to over at Cherish Words for the beautiful Tulip photograph
The End in Sight #poetry
the gold band broke in pieces
too easily
pictures of a couple
in separate frames
bottle where tears collected
shattered from overuse
dreams discarded in rumpled newsprint
don’t look back
our love was already gone
Nothing to Breathe
The edges of the box taped down
holding me in
fingertips groping at the opening
“free me”
No response
only a cold malignant smile
trapped I become claustrophobic
“where is it?”
I have lost it
None left
reason absent
no air
you have sealed my fate
with duct tape and a cold heart
Your Eyes Spoke #poetry
One look …
… and I knew
absence
nothing
love less
thought less
faith less
your eyes revealed…
… nothing years ago
I felt
pain less
wreck less
FREE
since I gouged them out
Cloud of Pain #poetry
I closed my eyes to shut out raw pain
rejection grazed my heart like a spear
coming too close and spurting the last feeling
I closed my heart a barren shield
dont ask me to ever love again
I’ve felt the cold sting of steel
the remnants of my heart are on your blade
****
I opened my eyes and I saw clarity
awaken me from this dream
give me a clear vision
opening my eyes I feel a kiss
something I had for so long missed
a longing for the warmth
the one who had waited in my dreams
Christmas in My Heart #poetry #freeverse
Seeking for your memories
oh so hard to find
what corner do I look in?
what treasures in my mind?
I’ve lost so many memories
from a far and distant time
beautiful and simple world
many things left behind
Running for a street car
bustle to and fro
“you are so like her
we just thought you should know”
Cheerful with a helping hand
this woman in my heart
you left me ohh too soon
for I’d barely had my start
Thinking back of Christmases
you’re in each and every one
bright colors and heavenly smells
I miss those years our fun
Grandma dear I’ll ner forget
the gifts you gave this child
I cradle them in my heart
I’ll always wear your smile
O Holy Night #poetry #Christmas #loss
Oh Holy Night
The Stars are brightly shining
The moonlight is catching the tears on my cheek darling
It is the Night
Of our Dear Savior’s Birth
Long lay the world
The News isn’t good dear
In Sin and error pining
it’s spread through my entire body
til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
I have three or four weeks
the thrill of hope
the weary world rejoices
for yonder breaks a new and glorious light
my love will be a distant star
Fall on your knees
I have no strength to stand
Oh hear the angels voices
I will be singing with the angels next Christmas darling
oh night divine
tonight we have each other
oh night when Christ was born
Oh Night Divine
Oh Night – Oh Holy Night
It won’t be long – hold me against the impending dawn
Edge of Winter #poetry #photography #iphone
She was the last of her kind
bravely she poked her head through stormy mists
victorious she smiled
“I am free,” she exclaimed with glee!
A solitary ray of sunshine touched her velvety skin
He was looking for a place to light
For one suspended moment she danced in his flickering glow
His fingertips radiated with color
Life seemed to appear
“Oh warmth I long for your embrace”
Too soon he was gone
A tear fell down her ivory visage
“What will sustain me until spring?” she moaned
no one to hold
not a soul to care
her head went limp
knowing that she too would soon
wither
and
die
Photography “Edge of Winter” & “Dying Rose” Copyright L. Moon 2011
View from Deja Vu #micro fiction #poetry
How had i gotten here
To the place of my dreams
i have been here before
In my childhood it seems
***
A meaningless game
Of chairs and of song
My chair it is missing
From the play i am gone
***
i am found in a field
An ominous place
Empty chairs everywhere
Not a single Child’s face
***
i have been here before
My chair it is missing
Not a single Child’s face
there is No One who is listening
Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the weekly prompts on Magpie Tales / This one has many great words without a single sound
What Do I Wear #poetry #radio
“Is it today?”
I say pulling my air
It’s in a few hours
what do I wear?
***
Pants are too caz
velvet’s too smooth
leather’s too kinky
oh what do I do?
***
I have to look perfect
what can it be
the thing I should wear
to be perfectly me
***
I fume and I fret
I swear at the moon
It has to be something
I must decide soon
***
His eyes are twinkly
cocks a smile thats wry
“Dearest its radio
black towel would be fine”
Today I am being interviewed on radio and for some reason I am nervous. If you are curios the show airs live 5pm EST (Sat 15th of October).What I will wear who knows but I assure you I will wear a smile.
Please check out the talented Laura Mercurio’s blogsite
There Are Dayz… #poetry #trains
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dad_and_clint/145450640/
So many words
wiz through my brain
can’t track them down
writing’s a pain
***
Oh the ideas
they sure wont give up
the delights of vision
airy clouds will rein
***
Writer’s block please visit
the track of my mind
my fingers are calloused
I need to unwind
***
so with a puff
and a blow of smoke
ten ideas a second
I’m out of my mind
Ever have days, where you mind pops from first gear into fifth?
On those dayz all the creative mind can do is hang on for the ride.
Charles and Clint Robertson have provided this wonderful photo of a steam engine http://www.flickr.com/photos/dad_and_clint/145450640/
If Elephants Could Fly … #poetry
Something about you
out of the ordinary
you break the rules
throw the dice
live to win
***
What i wouldnt do
to share a day
we in the clouds
oh how nice
skyward spin
***
And if I flew
what would I see
visions of elephants
flying kites
with you making wind
i dont know about you but I believe that Tess has a great imagination – join her at Magpie Tales
Reckless #poetry #red
The top was down
hair in the breeze
tunes were on
hitting 120 with eaze
***
He swerved – she braked
he was running late
or meeting that night
ending in red lights
***
He jumped in her Stang
in speed drove far
chemistry sparks rang
casting love beyond the stars
One Day Away #poetry #suicide
One day soon
I will walk away
where you ask
neither matters
nor the day
*
i have found
too hard to bear
this shallow orb
few listen
fewer care
*
beseeching
hand stretches for me
look at the colors
feel the wind
light flicker in the trees
*
yes i’ve seen beauty
and more
heard all nature
crescendoed sound
beckoning at the shore
*
it’s not the world
I care to leave
it’s the broken heart
fragile tears
love bereaved
*
do not miss me
when i’m gone
walk the beaches
touch her beauty
in her be strong
I shared this poem over at the Poetry Pantry hosted by Poets United
Photography ‘Solemn Walk” L. Moon copyright 2011
The eyes of the Wolf
Peering in deep golden eyes
something there behind the glow
What’s he thinking
does he know?
Feeling heat rise from his fur
resonating deadly grrr
seething from deep within
will I lose this fight or win?
Crouching low as if to spring
steady now keep your head
lest he realize my fear
In his eyes am I dead???
Written for a writing prompt at With Real Toads
thanks to Steve Loya for the photo and Creative Commons http://www.flickr.com/photos/flyingturtle/465785165/
Behind the Bumper #poetry
It was a perfect no bumps
breeze blowing hair
California reality
**
kick off shoes
dip them in the stream of life
childish glee
***
bump
blow out in my rubber existence
stop can you help?
****
on bent knees
before the chrome bent image
I am behind you!
****
bump bump
as my limbs rattle
against the gravel of despair
*****
breathing hatred’s exhaust
leave me
on the side of the road
***
**
*
bump bump bump…
Photographic Images: Selection from “Oldies but Goodies Studebaker Series” L. Moon Copyright 2011
All Is No More #poetry
Kiss the wall
embrace the sands of the past
appeal to life’s eclipse
… no answer
mourn the day
curse the night
life ebbs
… no where to search
weep by candle light
inhale sea’s deep
hope for what is not
…last breath
Photography “The Sands of Time” ~L. Moon Copyright 2011
A Nightmare #911 #poem
Awakened in the mourn
Memory from Hell
Remembered too well
How could it be?
surrreal they fly
Flames from planes
Screams in the smoke
Extinguished too soon
Shake the dead
Ghosts of years
Resigned to memorials
Personal tears
Where our fears
This fateful day
Place them on hope
Chase sorrows away
An excellent series of photos chronicling 911 events http://www.september11news.com/AttackImages.htm
Steam #poetry
Rising in a greying mist
heat abruptly takes a stand
meaningless on most accounts
this radiates from a hand
**
For when you put a heart to test
you see the furnace flair
what did you expect to find
when with love you dared?
***
Make a choice it seems to hiss
for better or for naught
you should have listened well my friend
when love’s lessons you were taught
****
It’s not a throw of dice you see
a case of flesh and bone
what will the answer be
cast away love like a stone?
Thanks for the steam gauge photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wwarby/3016567069/
Thanks to Katie for the perfect splash http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikeyskatie/5826818705/
The shipwrecked lady #microfiction”
“Come to me
I am lonely”
she cried into a dark stormy night
“come to me
for I am lonely”
He hears in her voice a trembling fright
“I am coming
dearest lady fear not I will come”
“Come to me
I am lonely
they will hurt me
as I sleep”
“wait for me
close not thine eyes
vigilance please keep”
“Do not come to me
for it is too late
I am ravaged
broken
torn”
“I am coming
oh my lady
of loving devotion
never be forlorn”
A poetic response to the prompt Shipwrecked at Sunday Scribblings
The Turkish Chef #poetry #cuisine
That sexy smile
pulling me
willingly toward
secrets keys
to his past
*
Those deep onyx eyes
searching
for beauty
on distant shores
*
perfect hands
sifting
glass like
pieces of sand
silently
*
Word weaver
luring my senses
toward ancient
conquests
harems and moonlit nights
*
Turkish connoisseur
conjuring perfection
Flavors between our lips
Spice filled delights
Savoring each bite
wish you could have met this handsome man – a Turk whose art form is fulfilled in the kitchen. Stories woven as we tasted and sipped…
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Don’t cry for me #poetry
Tears are a waste of time
Julia was my cousin
Death is part of my day
Never saw it coming
Revenge is how we deal
Don’t mess with me
I’m angry all the time
I’m not afraid to bleed
Beat it down
look em tough in the eye />
Never let them know
You fear tomorrow you may die
The Door to My Heart #poetry
“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart.
Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”– Carl Jung
Peer in that crack
slightly ajar
opened for you
the door to my heart
***
what would you see
peering deep inside?
layered insecurity
years I’ve tried to hide
***
venture ever further
finds an inner glow
beckoning your kindness
please don’t ever go
***
If you truly entered
the chambers of my heart
I would give love freely
passion painted art
*****
Please check out this wonderful poetry feast for Friday – hosted by Jenne Andrews
an excellent photograph http://www.flickr.com/photos/dynamosquito/4290635507/
