THE WONDER IN "ME"
Current mood: blissful
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Written for "Poetry Space", "Getaway" ...October 3, 2008

THE WONDER IN "ME"

I would swim for a while in the aquamarine sea ~

Than stand still and balance ~ try to see my toes ~

Delight at the clarity of the cool ~ clean  water ~

As the sun shines down and the warm breezes blow.

I don't need much ~ just a sandy white beach ~

Where I can lay down and be warmed from above ~

A cool drink by my side ~ perhaps a good book ~

A mystery tale perhaps? A romance novel of love?

I can lay here on the beach all day ~

Jump in the water when I get too hot ~

Content to be ~ in  my own company ~

Alone I am ~ but lonesome ~ I'm not.

I guess my perfect "getaway" would be ~

A place where there's quiet and serenity ~

Where I can hear my own thoughts and sighs ~

Enjoy who I am and be filled with surprise…

That there IS still wonder and awe in my soul ~

Find the peace I've been missing ~ that is my goal ~

And when wrapped in my soothing blanket of "tranquility…

I would like to experience again…the wonder in "me".

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WHO WORE IT BETTER?
Current mood: jealous
Category: Writing and Poetry

Written for "Simple Sunday Challenge" @ CPCCC, featuring the art of Deriverotter, 10/4/08

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WHO WORE IT BETTER?

Red has always been my color ~

I see that it suits you ~ dear flower ~  too!

Vibrant red ~ are your beautiful blossoms ~

So brilliant and rich ~ how I envy you!!!

I must come by "your" color, in unnatural ways ~

For my lips are quite pink, only with lipstick made red ~

My neutral fingernails ~ quite pale ~ almost white ~

Unless I paint from a bottle ~ passionate red ~ instead.

To be attired ~ in the beautiful red ~ I desire ~

I must go out and look for the items I choose ~

Whether a blouse, a dress, pair of pants or a scarf ~

Or a brilliant red hat ~ a smart pair of red shoes.

So go ahead  beautiful blossoms ~ indeed you may gloat…

By any measure my red has only ~ artificial charm ~

While you sprout bold, natural, dashing color ~ …

Fire from your insides out ~ up ~ side and down!!!

I guess if this would be such a contest ~

And the question were ~ "who" wore it better?

The prize would  go to you dear flower ~

For you have mastered "RED" perfectly …to the letter :-)

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MISSING YOU SO
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Writing and Poetry

WRITTEN FOR CPCCC ~ October 4, 2008

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NO PROMISES LEFT TO KEEP
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Writing and Poetry

Written for "Poetry Space" Monday Picture Challenge, September 30, 2008

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NO PROMISES LEFT TO KEEP

I waited so long to find true love ~

But I knew ~ I had found it ~ with you..

So many plans we made …together ~

So many dreams, we hoped, would come true.

When I married you…I knew the risk ~

But I took the chance gladly ~ for happiness.

I thought our love could survive the war ~

Didn't think it'd be put ~ so soon ~ to the test.

So long we both waited for happiness ~

So quickly ~ it was just ~ blown away.

With desperate hands I tried to hold you tight ~

But a soldier you were ~ and a war was to fight.

I came here often ~ to this spot ~

And prayed so hard that you would be spared ~

That you would come back to me ~ safe and sound ~

My deepest thoughts to God ~ I bared.

The knock on my door came yesterday ~

Two soldiers come to explain you away ~

You were dead ~ they were sorry ~ that was all ~

What else was there left ~ to say?

The hurt and the anger raged and consumed me ~

What a waste of a love, a marriage, a life ~

Too soon was I made a grieving widow ~

When yesterday ~ I was ~ just barely a wife.

Alone and empty, I sit with your flowers ~

the ones I took from your grave ~

my tears I can let fall now ~ without shame ..

It's no longer required for me to be brave.

I see in the water ~ my sad reflection ~

See the sun bounce off the gold ring that I wear ~

All I can do now ~ is sit here ~ numb and stare ~

My heart heavy with sadness ~.and you no longer here.

I don't need this ring any longer ~

The future it promised ~ has died ~

Made of meaningless stone and metal ~

No truth remains ~ for the ring has lied.

So said ~ I toss the ring~ away from me ~

Watch as it glitters ~ and rolls silently…

Wait ~ in the water ~ is that your reflection I see?

Could it be you ~ your soul? Calling me from the deep?

I will find you my love ~ wherever you are!

So tired am I and in need of sleep ~

The coolness, it welcomes me, my love …

No worries, no promises, have I left ~ to keep.

[She slid quietly from the swing ~ into the deep ~

And when they came looking ~ all that they found ~

Were rose petals floating on murky water ~

And a band of gold, caked with mud, on the ground].

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PASSAGES
Current mood: sad
Category: Writing and Poetry

Written for "Dreamweaver Wednesday" @ Harmony Pub, "Reunion", October 1, 2008

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PASSAGES

When I was a young child growing up,

You were always the "biggest kid" ~

While the other adults sat solemn-faced ~

You giggled and laughed ~ played just like  we did.

Such a wonderful, fun-loving uncle you were,

Because of you ~ I was the envy of all of my friends ~

Often you would sit in the garage and tinker ~

Making playthings for us ~ out of odds and ends.

Your sweet tooth was huge and you shared it with all ~

Your pockets were always crammed  full ~

Out would pop a candy, a caramel or chocolate ~

All that was needed ~ was giving ~ your hand a gentle pull..

You were always smiling at someone or something ~

I can't remember… ever seeing you  frown. ~

My dear Uncle Oskar ~ you were just high on life ~

Letting no one and nothing ~ ever get you down.

All grown up I was now ~ still we shared that bond ~

You were one of the first ~ I told, I was with child ~

Never having had any of your own to spoil ~

I knew you'd be ecstatic ~ from ear to ear ~ you smiled.

I was in my 6^th month ~ when you became ill ~

At the end of my 7^th ~ they had your diagnosis ~

Acute cancer of the pancreas we were told ~

A month, maybe two ~ at most six ~ the prognosis.

I had planned for you to share in my joy ~

Knew that my  child would love you ~ like I always had.

How I prayed that you could and would just hold on ~

Live to see her at least ~ make me feel less sad.

I learned that passages into and out of this world ~

Cannot be planned ~ no matter how hard we try.

My darling daughter arrived four weeks late ~

Just  two weeks after ~ my uncle ~ had said his goodbye.

We arrive at our destinations, driven 

By powers and forces ~ not entirely our own ~

Our departures are managed the very same way ~

Our "passage time" till we leave ~ remains to us ~ unknown.

We are in effect ~ "silent time travelers" ~ all ~

Scurrying into and out ~ from and to ~ all around?

We plan profusely and follow intricate timetables ~

Pre-programmed are we  ~ "arrival and destination" ~ bound…

Afraid to remain too long in one place ~

Anxious for motion ~ some of us ~ can't stay still ~

Moving around from one spot to the next ~

Nervously eyeing the hourglass ~ hoping it's still ~ half-filled.

My daughter DID get to know her great-uncle ~

From memories passed down ~ that were once…all mine ~

Taught her I did ~ to try and   ~ live in the moment…

for we are all living ~ on precious "borrowed time".

Our travel plans  ~ ever subject to "last minute changes"…

As God  our ~  "itinerary" updates ~ rearranges.

Yes ~ flexible we are forced ~ against our will ~ to be…

For the "bigger picture" that "looms" above us…

remains still …such a mystery.

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ROUND AND ROUND
Current mood: amorous
Category: Writing and Poetry

Written for "Poetry Space" Wednesday "Open Mic", October 2, 2008

****TO THOSE WHO LEFT COMMENTS...PLEASE LEAVE THEM AGAIN?   MYSPACE "ATE" THEM :-(  THANKS!!!!  ****

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FANTASY FLYING
Current mood: high
Category: Writing and Poetry

***NOTE: To those who posted a comment here...could you do it again?  Myspace sort of messed my blog up and I had to repost a number of poems...losing the comments that were attached :-(   THANKS!!!!***

Written for "Poetry Space", Monday Picture Challenge, September 30, 2008

THEY’RE COMING...
Current mood: amused
Category: Writing and Poetry

This was also written for ~ "Dreamweaver Wednesday" ~ @ Harmony Pub, October 1, 2008...a somehat "lighter" interpretation of the challenges' "Reunion" theme :-)

THEY'RE COMING...

They came to see us from far away ~
Aunts and uncles we never had met…
All I know is that my parents got "happy" ~
There were always big hugs and eyes that were wet.

Visitors from the "old country" ~
When I was a kid ~ we had them each summer ~
While other kids went to Disneyland ~
We gave private tours of NYC ~ what a bummer!!!

At the airport we would wait patiently ~
My sister and I running all around ~
Until we would hear the adults shout with glee ~
The plane has landed!!! It's on the ground!!!

We knew it wouldn't be long then ~
Till cheeks were pinched and bear hugs given ~
They were our "kinfolk" as momma and papa said ~
So all those transgressions ~ had to be ~ forgiven.

There followed the ride from the airport to home ~
Such laughing and crying and jumble of words ~
German spoken mixed half with English ~
It was the craziest language sis and I ever heard.

My mom would cook up a storm for their stay ~
And my sister and I would eat like Queens ~
That alone made the visits more bearable ~
That and all the souvenirs and goodies they'd bring.

I guess you could say we were "family-oriented" ~
Hosting relatives and showing them all the sights ~
I 'm so glad I inherited that trait from my parents ~
For these days ~ sometimes "family" ~ is all that is "right"…
Even IF we had to give up our beds a few nights…
The love showered on us ~by our visiting "family" ~
It WAS and IS a beautiful sight :-)

Posted by DEMME :-) on October 1, 2008 - Wednesday 10:39 PM

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BALLERINA MINE (REPOST @ HARMONY PUB)
Current mood: blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Please forgive me...I am so very late...but wanted to post this anyway. Like Maryann (Otter) I do not use the word "perfect" often...I don't believe many people or things are...perfect. But I DO believe that their are "perfect" moments and that they happen when one least expects...this one happened at my daughters' last dance recital. She played the starring role of Cinderella and I sat in the audience...awed and in such a state of absolute bliss...it was the finest "perfect" moment I had had...I wrote the poem when I got home that night...three years ago.





BALLERINA MINE

This ballerina,
How she loves to dance~
Look at her face…
It glows…
With every breath
she takes,
In every move
she makes…
her love for dancing shows.
She glides like a swan,
Effortlessly,
Head high,
Her body…fluid motion…
She blows through the air
Like a soft gentle breeze
Upon a fluid ocean...
Her graceful arms,
Like gossamer wings,
So silently displace the air~
As she dances gracefully
Across the stage,
Unaware that anyone is even there.
She leaps with ease
into the air,
comes into her landing twirling…
her skirt flowing all around,
billowing and swirling…
Her grace and poise
Are Unparalleled,
She dances, it seems,
Without flaws…
While we sit and watch
with humble admiration…
the audience breaks into
their thunderous applause.







And I…?
I am struck with silent awe,
at the moving performance
that I just saw…
Not wanting it to be over,
I'm wishing she could
dance some more…
This daughter,
woman-child of mine…
ethereal angel~fantasy~
She is my heart, my soul,
The answer to my every prayer…
Forever grateful
I am and will be for eternity…
For she is …
God's finest Blessing
That he has
poured on me.

Posted by DEMME :-) on September 29, 2008 - Monday 12:42 AM
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...BY REASON OF INSANITY...
Current mood: betrayed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Written for the CPCCC, September 28, 2008






…BY REASON OF INSANITY…


The stars are shining bright tonight ~
From my cell ~ I see fragments of ~ incandescent light.
I can recall watching the stars ~ from the warmth of your arms ~
It never entered my mind ~ you could do me such harm.

You knew I could never ~ just walk away ~
You knew my love for you ~ would make me stay ~
Locked in my prison ~ trapped from within ~
No key to save myself ~ drowning in sin.

You called me "your angel" ~ said I was "heaven sent" ~
So grateful you were that ~ to you I'd been "lent" ~
High on the "wings of love" I flew around ~
But my wings you charred ~ and I crashed to the ground.

My heart has turned ~ as black as charcoal ~
No warmth ~ no life ~ have I left in my soul ~
My emotions glazed over with sheets of ice ~
I would welcome death ~ death would be so ~ nice.

I never even saw "you" ~ the fire that burned me ~
Until the flames leaped so high ~ I could not see!
What remained of my life ~ you extinguished with pain ~
Though a shadow of me ~ on the wall ~ still remains.

I have myself mostly and then you to blame ~
That I lie here bound ~ in straightjacket chains ~
Rocking back and forth ~ thoughts of escape ~ in vain ~
You put me here ~ in this ~ "Asylum for the Insane".

They said you bought the gun ~ but that I ~ pulled the trigger?
When you told me ~ "she" had to go ~ I never figured ~
You would use me ~ coldly lie ~ steal from me ~ my life ~
Never thought you would frame ME ~ for killing your wife!!!

But you did it…you killed her ~ and claimed me "jealous & insane" ~
I was innocent ~ but you dragged me ~ like a moth ~ to the flame!
You teased me with love ~ that spread like a stain ~
A stain that oozed and bled evil ~ where once beauty had been.

I have fallen into a deep hole ~ black as ink ~
My thoughts are so heavy ~ like lead weights they sink ~
Nothing appears to be ~ anymore what it seems ~
I wish I could wake up ~ from this nightmare of screams!!!

All around me ~ souls begging release from damnation ~
Beseeching and begging ME??? ~ For salvation ~
I can't even save myself ~ much less any of them ~
For my fate here ~ has been sealed ~ by the "almighty pen".

"By reason of insanity" ~ I'm locked behind these doors ~
Yet you are free to carry on ~ more free even ~ than before!!!
The only difference ~ you'll see ~ between then and now ~
Is the price you will pay ~ for your "part" ~ take a bow !!!

The DEVIL himself ~ he witnessed the play ~
He was delighted ~ amused ~ and dropped in to say ~
Your cunning, deceit, and diabolically evil "murder-plan" ~
Really impressed him so much ~ he thinks ~ you are quite THE MAN!!!

He drools and hungers for a taste of your soul…
He'll be coming back ~ really soon ~ to devour it ~ WHOLE!!!


Thanks to the following "witnesses to the crime"… ;-)

Michelle K, Linda, Expressions, Sheila A, Lady "Cheryl" Death.

Posted by DEMME :-) on September 27, 2008 - Saturday 10:26 PM
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