the rosebush grew
until the days became new
still change is precious and few
the notice of your precious memory is long overdue
at times i feel guilty
now that i have outlived you
i still feel that you are older than me
for your understanding of the world far outranks mine
the rosebush died
modern forwardness is now satisfied
however this old soul is now very mortified
so a freshly new rosebush by me is now applied
Blue Jay Warrior knew this tile roof would be slick
He has a wise brain, he is in no way ignorant or thick.
He argued with the team, but they won thanks to his brother.
A favorite in the gang, and with his father and mother.
Blue Jay Warrior was losing his grip on these tile fast.
He knew in a few moments he might be seeing his past.
But wait! A voice said. We can fly, so do it, okay?
That internal voice from grandma just might save the day.
Blue Jay Warrior flew up and gave his team a trill.
Letting them know he was their look out still.
The team was robbing the bank, there were grubs to steal.
They wanted suckers too, which to him had no appeal.
But banks always give out suckers, said his brother Luke.
Luke’s audacity and forwardness made Blue Jay Warrior puke.
He was tired of Luke being the boss, and his fawning thug gang.
So he flew away, letting the idiots dry out and hang.
Questions whirl with the last bit of wind
Blowing away reasons, nothing makes sense
Told everything is fine, but actions show differently
Confronting issues, have tendency to get no-where
So, it is time to let go of wondering and mystery
Truth and forwardness is not everyone’s way
Time to sow and mend the heart once again
Mixed messages about friendships do happen
The sunlight will still bring smiles anyway
It is time to move forward and watch nature play
Heidi Sands
3/5/20
Friends
Dr. Jim Martin
Fervency in repetitious meetings,
Forwardness in eager greetings.
Randomness in concerted activities,
Robustness in varied festivities.
Intolerance purposefully rejected,
Inclusion lovingly elected.
Energies on each other spending,
Evasion of frustration’s venting.
Needing no commendation,
Neglecting self-adulation.
Devoted to the other's need,
Desirous to see him succeed.
Spontaneous in needful response,
Simplistic with no egotistical fronts.
Heart Swallows Heart
Heart swallows heart,
nerve ends quiver with the action of envelopment,
the movement is completed with sharp desire,
this mess of physicality craves for fullness.
Hand touches hand,
eclectic messages sent through waves connecting nerves,
it’s a hallway of bodies,
circuitous is its route, dimmed in a pale light,
yet like a halo, opaque and hallowed.
There is space enough in this close little nook,
sit facing each other, speaking of topics numerous,
reaffirming our friendship along the way,
our borders are clear and respect for them rests there.
Resonant are the words that waft from your mouth,
the heart and brain working in tandem,
encapsulate the passion and sincerity,
with a straight forwardness that cuts to the bone,
a love shared together like no other.
12/2015
Why do they ignore me
I am speaking straight at them
Why are my words turning back at my lips
Even when. I try and try again
My voice it has left me
Panic rises in my throat
How, what, when, why did this happen
Will it return, I have a doubt.
I don't smoke cigarettes, or drink so much
An odd wine is all I take
Saw a consultant he is baffled
This silence is like a funeral wake
So I touch an arm to be noticed
I try to explain using my hands
People jump when surprised by my forwardness
Then they see the anguish, they understand
I know when I try to talk it's a jumble
Of noises making no sense at all
So silent I will remain and so humble
To talk is a most beautiful thing, I recall.
So look after your voice, no more
abusing it with chemicals as in cigarettes.
To be silent makes you very lonely
To lose ones voice is a huge regret.
Penned 9 August 2015
Red road right into trouble
Paths right and left
Did not balance
No help in eyes sight
What could save the plight
Good thing information and facts
They create anything for forwardness
When all adversity shines brighter than
What was taught
Plug into inner might
Strength can not be seen
The knowing is oh so lean
Meeting the call in every way
Beating the adversary
Wanting Love Is Certain Madness,
Seductive, Selfish, Ensnaring Ones Heart.
Always Needs You, But Makes You Less,
Hungry, Wanting, Unwilling To Not Part.
One's Obsessive Love Makes You Crazy,
Enticing Mutiny of The Heart From The Mind.
Imagination Knows No Lazy,
Craving Gluttony For the Desires of Your Kind.
Wanting Love Is Certain Madness,
Now Crippling, Muting the Seductive Dreams.
Desires Hungry For Forwardness,
Never Realizing What the Heart So Deems.
Lately time has been very upsetting,
with all its straight forwardness.
Happening when I am not aware
day after day dragging me forward,
dropping Loss like its nobody's business
weaving my past like a secret spider,
in the dark hours of the night.
Silvery strands, wet with tears for what was,
tangling all my tommorows.
Time, with its linear inevitability,
as we tightrope to our futures
what other choice is there?
My life is your consequence.