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This scar of mine

                        There is a scar
                          On my face
                            Small, steadfastly placed
                              One only notices if they are this close 
                                 To kissing my soul
                                   On my cheek
                                      Below the eyes and sideways
                                         Beside the bubble-gum sweet
                                           Mouth, vivacious story teller
                                            like an upside down
                                              sharp angled  half moon                    
                                               The endless emotions of my sky
                                                 So attractively rough
                                                   It attacks the delicate features of my face
                                                    Allowing my streetwise beautiful
                                                      Personality
                                                      To shine through, I don’t hide thetruth
                                                        It’s as plain as the scar on my face
                                                         Life isn’t ugly, you make it that way
                                                          Some days I wish it wasn’t there
                                                          But I always
                                                          Appreciate it’s presence  
                                                          I won’t ever forget
                                                        When I received 
                                                       The blow to my vanity
		            From a fight over youthful yearnings
                                                     Inside this 
                                                   Is my learning processes
                                                Scars hold history
                                             I shall carry with me
                                         Through tough times
                                        Soft and easy, peaceful
                                      To remind me
                                    Of me


Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007

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A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.



After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No. 2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2016

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Whispers of Your Soul

I wanted to hear your whisper
Yet I could only hear you shout
Your soul filled with all it's turmoil
Filled my own heart with so much doubt

By holding tightly to our pain
Silence became extremely loud
The softer notes within reason
Couldn't be heard above our proud

Were we lovers of the darkness 
Cutting through silence with our knives
Shredding perceived insecurities
In hopes of saving our own lives

Some dances were not meant to be
I heard the anguish in your voice
You took a walk, didn't look back
Loving another was your choice

Then I heard a different whisper
Bubble up, from inside of me
Lessons learned, from a broken heart
Meant freedom from insanity

















Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Past

Christmas Past A time I still remember, Christmas day In 'fifty-three…I was age fourteen then… And I recall those very special hours At home, so cozy, warm, with family Of many generations, happily Around the sparkling tree, with old-time trim Of bubble lights, glass balls…and Christmas songs Playing softly on the record player. Extended family…my mom and dad Grandparents, brother, cousins, uncles, aunts… Spent happy hours…and such a blessed time Was shared as peace and love were felt by all. It was perhaps the only year we were Together in one place for Christmas day. I keep that time of family delight In memories that fill my heart…for some There on that day, so special in my thoughts, Are dearly missed, no longer here with us… They fly with angel wings, look down from high Above in Christmas past, with joy and love… As I…once the youngest, now the oldest Generation…carry on that spirit And make traditions last…to someday be My children and grandchildren’s Christmas past. Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place~ Contest: Any Poem Sponsor: Broken Wings Judged: 12/21/2015 ----------------------------------------------------------- ~1st Place~ Christmas Past, Present or Future Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Judged: 01/09/2015 Form: Blank Verse: Unrhymed, 10 syllables, 5 feet per line


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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The First Kiss or That Darn Ann Landers

Son of a gun we were still young;
only 15 years gone by.
You were the first my kissing bubble to burst, 
and for you, I think so was I.
I wanted to start putting other parts 
of our bodies in the field of play;
But you stopped it instead as you paused and read 
what Ann Landers had written to say:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

You stuck to your creed in spite of my plea, 
and I didn’t want to press you;
So your hand I would hold and my tongue I would fold, 
even though I want to undress you.
Late at night my conscience I’d fight, 
still awake in my lonely bed;
Thinking of you and what I would do 
if these words weren’t still stuck in my head:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

I followed your rules, played it cool
for the first ten to twenty dates;
But by the end of the year to me it was clear 
we wouldn’t be tempting our fate.
So we parted our ways; ending our days 
to see other people instead;
As I set forth looking of course 
for a girl who hadn’t read:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

More than thirty years have disappeared; 
For me two wives and four kids.
And as for you, I hear it’s true, 
that getting married you never did.
I’ll never forget and never regret
That first kiss where we both did live;
And though I did slander poor ole Ms. Landers 
to my daughter this advice I now give.

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.


Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

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In a Perfect World

A Perfect World Begins With You

In a perfect world
I would get to spend every moment with you
In a perfect world
I would languish in a decadent love that's true
In a perfect world
there would have been no need for tears
In that perfect world
we wouldn't have gone through trials or fears
In a perfect world 
We would be gifted endless happy years

Or perhaps in a perfect world
Someone else would be more perfect for you
and you would think he was amazing too
For me that perfect world would be truly blue
What would this broken heart ever do?
I don't care about perfection, if I can't spend my life with you.

In this imperfect world
We've had our share of trouble
We haven't lived life in a perfect bubble
Sometimes we trip and stumble
Yet we are blessed many times more than double.
What we have gone through has made us who we are
Fortunately we have both ventured here from afar
You are my life's light, hope and guiding star
So what if life's not perfect, that's much better than okay
I don't wish for it to be any other way
Things happen as they should day by day
We let life unfold as it may
For all things happened to bring you here to me
I'm at the right place where I'm glad to be
For I know being with you has always been my destiny
Therefore I'm beyond sure 
this is my excellent world
Because around perfection 
these arms are curled!


Written: February 9, 2016





Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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Admissions of a Sloth

I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine.  I do it all the time.
How I love to sit and read or think of words that rhyme.

But send me to the bathroom with a brush so that I'll scrub,
and I'll barely rub the ring off.  Then I'll lie there in the tub.
Peek inside; you'll find me, a novel in one hand,
resting as I'm soaking in my own little Bubble Land.

Clean the oven?  What a joke.  The most that I can stand
is loading up the wash machine (a task that's merely bland).
Maybe run the vacuum once a week across the floor,
and quickly dab where dust is bad; most stuff I ignore.

As my jobs all pile up, housework's even more a chore.
Why must work that's physical be such a dreadful bore?
My well-ingrained aversion to utilizing muscle
does have one exception: at the gym I like to hustle.

To kick box is so fun although it makes me sweaty.
Step and dance are choreographed.  For those I'm always ready.
But I wish that just as quickly as from running on a tread
I could burn up calories doing workouts in my head!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Granny Panty Annie, the Tranny

Lemme tell ya' about a
*ding-bat skit-zo 
bee-hotch* tranny
named Annie...

I met her one night 
under disco lights 
up at Candies

She was 
starin' at me
grittin' her teeth
aimin' ta' see 
if I wanted a piece
of he 
OR
of she 
by way of flashin' granny panties

She was
shootin' pool
actin' a fool
so I 
took a shot
and one tiny glance 
but got caught

So I
lit up a smoke
and tried to play it off cool
but it was too late
she had pulled up a stool

She slurred,
"Hey young felluh, where ya' been all my life!"

I replied, 
"Sorry to burst yir' bubble, but I got a wife!"

"That don't matter kid, what she don't know won't hurt the girl" 
as she fisted my collar and yelled, "I'LL ROCK YIR' WORLD! Annie the Tranny is what they call me. Bet you been wanted ta' bone me since you first saw me!"

Fear and frustration danced on my face
I begged the bouncer to 
"Get this he/she outta the place!"

My pleas were to no avail, 
and that sea donkey lurked hot on my trail
flailin' it's arms and grindin' bar stools with it's tail

Speakin' of tails...
a shiny blue wale tail crept up her back
Her jeans were mean, but couldn't hold her underwear's elastic slack
but at least it beat feastin' eyes upon her crack
then she... 
wrapped her grimy hands around my neck and asked, 
"You n' me, boy, what the heck!?!"

I screamed,
"Look here lady, you seem real nice for a tranny;
but...
ya' see...
ya' need 
to hit the bricks,
you
and yir' Granny Panties!"

At that point the joint started to really heat up
people were glarin' like they really wanted me beat up
I can't recall how the hell I got out of there 
alive and free
it was like a big manly freight train
headin' dead at me

I'm pretty sure I owe the good Lord a big favor
that beast was the devil
and Jesus was my Savior!

It's a night I thought would never end... 
the night at Candies Bar n' Grill
Granny Panty Annie got a thrill 
tryin' to make me her sexy friend!!!





Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

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8 Mile Style

8MILE8MILE    .     .     .     .     .    STYLE     .     .     .     .  8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where 
I go I see them same old hoes 
   BRING DA BEAT         c’mon, c’mon, c’mon        HERE WE GO
                  
                           YEA   YEA   YEA 
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose  
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two 
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know 
rose blows
 
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE,       YEA   YEA    YEA     

She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money 
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic 
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she 
blows

DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE        YEA   YEA   YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ                     
                                    
UP, UP, UP,  EVER’BODY  UP,  C’MON UP, C’MON UP

                                                YEA    YEA    YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a 
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them 
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the 
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes,  UH  YEA  UH  YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
         YEA  YEA  YEA            I’M OUT

OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD

8MILE8MILE     .     .     .     .     STYLE     .     .     .     .     8MILE8MILE



written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.

I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.

Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.

Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.

My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.







Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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She - Is Like a Bubble

.                                                            she
                                                     is like a bubble
                                                a gentle floating kiss
                                             blown from an angels lips
                                          made from melting rainbows
                                        beads of heavens morning mist
                                        a floating ball of color schemes 
                                         and constant changing themes
                                         bursting into a twinkling down 
                                          scattering her joy all around 
                                              oh how I love the magic
                                                      of her sound




                                  For : my dear friend  (Johnette)- my inspiration


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006

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Luscious


luscious bubble gum ice cream blue glides below virgin strokes ghost white splattered against canvas framed sky 01~01~2015 Armand


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

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A Most Irish Fairy Tale - Merry Christmas to All

It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming

Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins 
With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds . . . .

Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow 
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully 
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages 
The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows 
They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon 

Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant 
While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun
Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive . . . .

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud
And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams
With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous 
While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo
And one each day with loads of letters from good little children

And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher
But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the 
While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling 
Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all . . . . 

They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring
In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like 
Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and  
Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole 
And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory

While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window 
And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the
Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer . . . .
The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim 
To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins 

And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of 
The ground waving he bade Mrs. Claus a very fond and loving farewell
And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance 

Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer 
Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back 
Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness 
And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very 
Merry Christmas he falls asleep after Mrs. Claus makes him a hot chocolate
Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very
Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of Mrs. Clau
And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children
On this Earth!! 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!



Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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- The Naked Truth -

We are all brothers and sisters born without hate 
Naked we were born to earth with purity and innocence as Lily 

Love has no barriers beyond our earthly grasp 
Right actions coming from the right setting, it starts from within 

Sometimes we feel we are living inside a bubble 
To live a good life, we must think, speak and act correctly 

Destiny paints our divine promise colors a rainbow 
Everything's really just small adjustments in your life 

The search for the true love with joy and confidence in this world 
Let your light shine bright, love inside the heart last forever 

Of life our guiding angels a choir heavenly glamor 
Angels over flowing universe with its clean and deep strength 


Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 
11.03.2015 Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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I Just Found Out

I just found out 
that my bubble of suburbs 
is just as vulnerable 
as the city's maze of dark alleys.
I just found out that my country 
is as borderless as a shoreline,
that cruelty ebbs and flows 
like the tide.
I just found out that a simple marathon, 
a gathering of the strongest people
and the most innocent children,
can become a catalyst 
for the darkest kind of evil.
Every morning, I turn on the news
with dimming hope... 
only to find out
what I don't want to know.


Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

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SIMPLE HEAVEN

Heaven to me is purely this After a long and stressful day Deep bubble bath, oh such pure bliss Just need to melt my cares away In foaming oils I love to lay Scent of lavender will arise Ease my tension and tired sore eyes Wrap in a warm fluffy towel Simple pleasures will be my prize Drift to sleep, not be a night owl 01~31~15 Contest Dizain Me – Dr Ram Mehta How many syllables used - each line is 8 syllables ~awarded 3rd place~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Blossoms and Bubbles

Effervescent laughter blows over vales
then falls soft to glaze new blooms posed genteel.
Gracious stems lift smiles to foamed skies surreal,
riding on sunrays of shimmery sails.

Splendid dreams bubble up from blossoms bright,
a sparkling scene as petals parade ‘round.
Cushioned on spring breeze, love waits to be found;
warm thoughts of you fly then burst in midflight.

Light bubbles join hands to soar through puffed clouds
winking at flowers in latest spring styles.
Their joy christens lands once silent for miles;
orbs popping with flair in breath’s blooming shrouds.

Laughter lifts skyward, an aerated tale,
of bubbles blown high above blooming vale.

3/25/15 for Olive's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest      


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Bubbles And Blossoms

(Natural Prey) Vanilla blossom under the flesh hues, cradle the morning kiss of nightly dews. Spreading each petal, mystifying grace, fragile flower in a lovers embrace. Umbrella my palm, sheltered from the sun, fragrant intensities coming undone. Envious the bees that sting at the heart, patterns perfections, eccentricities start. Breaking free of restraints of branches hold, running in the wind toward the sun of gold. Escaping from my sight and unclenched fist, tears shed submission for my springtime tryst. The wind blown wild, my love went away, I search empty skies for silver and gray. And much to my surprise I find much fun, Dancing on the steps of air, a fair one. Form as the world, fragile as my failure, crystal clear rainbows I see not a blur. Complex control in chaos I witness, teasing my sight, I expect nothing less. This lone blown bubble, a treasure indeed, Guilty my breath, for I am in need. Urge overwhelming, that I cannot stop. I reach for innocence, and it went...pop. For Contest: Bubbles And Blossoms Date: April 2, 2015


Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2015

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Reflection

As the sun begins to set and it's final rays slowly dance across this golden pond I silently stare into her reflection staring back at me past the old and the weathered ripples down beneath the surface into the soul the deep and loving soul the memories bubble out memories of kindness and love honesty and humility and memories of you how I'd do anything for you for us I stand here in silence and dream


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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Blossoms and Bubbles

     In a magical forest among the purple ice plants
     the queen fairy floats by inside a bubble and chants

     "Come to me all fairy lights and play softly among your flutes"
     hundreds of fairies fly to her in a great multitude they swoop

     Soft music from the fairies make the flowers start to sway 
     bending low and high reaching for the sky they splay

     The flowers bouncing each bubble with a fairy inside 
     giving each a beautiful and peaceful joy ride. 

    T Reams
     


     



Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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BLOSSOMS AND BUBBLES

Childhood memories of days in the sun Running and playing, simply having fun Hearing the squeals of joy and delight As our bubbles rise quickly and take flight See the happy smiles on the children’s faces Whose bubble will win …watch as it races That big one’s mine – it’s going to be first Disaster strikes and the bubbles burst Borne on a gentle summer breeze Beautiful bubbles blowing in the trees Mixing with the blossom floating down Dressing the ground in a blush pink gown Time to reminisce of days gone by Oh how I wish that time didn't fly Contest: Bubbles and Blossoms – Olive Eloisa Guillermo 04~06~15 ~awarded 11th place~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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A Lovers World And Dreamers Dream

Hope lives on a four leaf clover.
Greener pastures when yesterday's over.
My heart spins when her hair gets twirled.
And I start to shake in this lovers world.

I walked around the corner and stayed awhile.
That's where I was when I seen her smile.
I felt more in that moment than in my whole life.
Straight to my heart just like a knife.

I've made that turn a time or two.
But theres no turning round now that it's you.
The sun came up on the other side.
Took away any shadow where I can hide.

Destiny delivered a dream for two.
Everything has suddenly become pink and blue.
I can't help but wait for the bubble to pop.
Borrowed trouble in this dream balloon shop.

Hope lives on a four leaf clover. 
Greener pastures when yesterday's over.
My heart spins when her hair gets twirled.
And I start to shake in this lovers world.


Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2013

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ANDREA DIETRICH HAS FINALLY COME OUT OF THE CLOSET

She went into the closet one day
But what a high price she did pay
 
Her hubby he wanted a cuddle
But this act soon burst their bubble
 
The door of the closet shut fast
His ardour was a thing of the past
 
Their claustrophobia was getting worse
So Andrea checked in her old purse
 
She found an old credit card
Joe picked the lock, which was hard
 
After 20 minutes they were free
The relief on their face plain to see
 
Take heed - next time you are after a ‘screw’
Make sure the door doesn’t close on you!

Written after reading her blog and posted with permission from Andrea Dietrich

20th February 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Heart Shaped Balloon

I gave you a balloon,
It held my life inside.

Within a shiny rubber tube
components of my soul aligned,
a sign,
I became something new
for you...

Memories
Feelings
Ideas

Each speck
a tickle upon my breath,
a tiny bubble
of nuanced personality;

The strengths of me debrided
the secrets of my lungs,
pink and untold
for you to confide,
ease trouble
in eyes before me.

Yet
were you astute?
Could your mind compute
the depth 
of the beautiful find
floating before you?

You bent,
my unique particles ended
their show of strength
broken in length;

You twisted,
crushed and divided
my dreams subsided...

Molded to an unrecognizable form,
I became your norm.

Though you never knew,
my secret hope to survive
my own gift
thrive and lift,
lay within you.

Your grip thirsted control so long,
the pieces of me left burst
to skitter away in song
among soaring clouds,
leaving shrouds of pain
grounded and gone...

Flying far from the land
one beautiful day,
away 
from you
and the broken balloon that laid
in your hand.




Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske | Year Posted 2006

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What dreams may come - collaboration with Liam Mcdaid

fair maiden who sails on each crested wave
drawn from the deepest ocean currents
galloping white steeds land on golden sands
within each beat, feelings growing stronger
exploring beauty within this magically universal dream
developing within every passing moon - joining with shadows we unite souls
I see a starlight shining so brightly, blinking
destinies promise to join our kingdoms
each one bringing you closer into my heart

a thousand gifts wrapped over and back
as silk-white ribbons inside out beams upon your grace
the greatest pleasure is dancing with you under the moonlight gaze

in the distance, at horizon's edge, a darkness
storm clouds approaching from the north
I see the fear in your eyes as the moon turns ebon
white steeds neigh in the wind, fearful of the tempest 
a memory?  or an omen of things to come?
you release my hand, thunder shakes our universe
lightning illuminates, casting ghostly shadows
I call to you, fair maiden, as you mount your beast
the windstorm drowns out my ardent pleas

what is this spectre that stands between us?
come back, come back o fair maiden of light
alas, the fantasy fades, I stand alone in black of night

waking up the eyes sting, salt-based
missing someone special with whom I shared once upon a time
lost inside the loneliness, nowhere to turn
stuck within a bubble of feelings
where someone will never leave or hide away
standing for a moment in the cold morning mist
listening to the crows call
haunting thoughts drift upon a cloud
with picture memories stored, deeply beautiful

the dream, the dream, it taunts me when I sleep
no longer sure of what is real and what is illusion
tonight, I will close my eyes once again and pretend-

you're still here, with me





Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016