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Open Poetry #33 - Part 2
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Open Poetry #33 - Part 2 |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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A rose for Mary and a vision for me, I see heaven’s waiting, watching and waiting, with silent smiles like fireflies in wait (uh-oh, and arm wrestling with MS), to hopscotch tiles in the space between my heart and yours - make history. Maybe around the corner I’ll be your day dream underneath a quiet smile if we were without endless poetry that like a gunfight at the OK Corral before the government was being controlled cut from the bottom our complacency. You meant so much to me before the creation of nothing and the drifting apart but don’t tell me I haven’t got feelings to share and don’t tell me I don’t feel hurricanes are rolling in front of me in this 14th dream. Just you, your face, as the flowers sing of morning far from inner city sidewalks, the bliss of a summer night’s kiss falling shy but unrestrained for a friendly chat my prayer but love in the first degree like a bee sting for painted ladies behind a mask and my life’s tapestry consumed by your smile called sunshine and the touch of you. You didn’t see a painting of vibrant colour like the sun and the moon, keepers of the flame, grant me serenity amidst the legends, seasoned, swirling, turning towards the ending but if you believe in fairies, parallels, living spice/life’s seasons, and the poetic purr of the now famous Balladeer, you might say, “Thank you, Nancy” simply to feel the spirited movement of autumn cascading and the tossing of stones. Small crimes for the season the latest war and an autumn in New York like riding waves and shark attacks and moments forgot, names forgotten, weightless in a chilled silence. It’s inevitable though to be alone and in limbo when to thee I give over all the rest the edge of night, autumns first light, and soon love’s music, but the black walnut tree and me are survivors and the branding of me as an October woman and unpredictable leaves on my doorstep pigeon food fresh from the oven within like a missile … and I feel cursed. Please tutor me how to soap and not become wet and weathered in the gravity of child’s play that like a fine whisk of fresh autumn and tree talk in the garden of love brings on a woman’s tears upon nights such as this. Should I be happy facing my problems and what Nancy did today or offer these humble words of rhyme in a love letter to Blue like superman in the shadow of the wind would find common ground behind my smile? It’s no use counting on the seasons, the solider of hope, or survival instincts when living through romantic comedies because real monsters and other garden conversations with the smile of a child sometimes on the grassy knoll on the way down to the next open door say, “I don’t want to hold you back” but it’s just for show and they bring in the wind and bricks of change as a pseudo saviour of perfection’s plan. Storms won’t ask to feel the warmth of the sun if you believe they always blame the flowers when grandma poet’s joy overflows and the perfect rhyme, the sacred fire, restless between the because and perplexed by Windex, too pooped to play anymore. I didn’t want sad goodbyes or illusions of the truth but the right thing and someone to die for beneath the veil lingering like sticky buns in the storm of the heart. Not my time to know the sky and the sideways philosophy of love but maybe some June gloom brought by the Navajo winds will wrap around oldies but goodies like blue-eyed blooms and this poet called me tender feelings of the heart and hope anew until death comes again. (To be continued) |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Helen this is just fantastic!! What an idea...and so much research! Hugs for this brilliant piece! ~ Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 *grin* loved it!!! "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
It is amazing how you are taking these little pieces and turning them into a very nice poem. Well done! |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Holy Cow! I couldn't do this with my own titles in a forum, let alone the whole thing! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
And there's more!!! Wheew! You go girl!  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Yes, there's more. Thank you all for reading. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Bravo.....and on to the third! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Brava.....and on to the third! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
the one I missed...glad i found it |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks again Jo and Dixie. |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Wow! I gotta go read the rest! You have me hooked!  ~Alli~ *:.AIM = Alli4000.:* My Journal |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Brilliant - Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Wonderful work, moving on to the next smiling Maree. into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
How novel! How entertaining!  EA |
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