~a labor of love they say,
is love the labor?
to prove truth?
Quinzaine for Dr Ram’s contest
I search your eyes for who I am
Who I have become
As if I can’t find meaning in
My own reflection
I listen for what you call me
Who I am to be
As if what you see matters more
Then what I’m meant to see
I ask you to love me
Like I want to love myself
Foolish I am to ask you for
What shouldn’t lie anywhere else
Life today is much like a two way street
So I try to help out all the people I meet
Things that have gone away may just come back today
You never can know what might be coming your way.
As you travel down the road obstacles come the other way
What you say and do come back as the fabric begins to fray
You need to believe and perhaps just pray
It comes back full circle traveling the other way.
Before you navigate you need to consider the source
The intentions you send seem to set the course.
The love that you give shall come back to you
You must use discretion in what you say and do.
What you put out there shall find its way back
Also what comes back is based on how you react.
Things come and go like the flow of the tides
When you give it some thought it’s a pretty smooth ride.
I guess for every action there is something in return
When cherish what you have you receive what you yearn
What goes down one way may soon make it back
I love what I have yet yearn what I lack.
Circles
a never ending figure
Even when I see the light at
the end of the tunnel
the circle just keeps getting bigger
Is their something in me?
Something that causes me to continue to fall
Or should I blame others
It wouldnt help at all
Iv'e got to break this cycle
Iv'e got to break free
This never ending circle is controlling me
Falling in and out of Love
with every man I see
because I don't love myself
How can I expect him to love me?
Over and Over
Again I fall
but this time when I got up
The circle was gone......
A lmost always late (unless it’s for a movie);
N ight owl though I am, I love the sun.
D imples when I smile; to dance or drive a ragtop are two things I find groovy.
R ational and “real,” I tell it like it is to everyone.
E xuberant at carnivals or joking with someone;
A ware of all my flaws, and one of them is having too much fun!
D iligent and dedicated - words that well describe me.
I n things I love to do, I give my all.
E nglish is my forte. I’ve taught since 1983.
T hankfulness I feel, though now at 56, my bones could use an overhaul!
R egret I rarely feel. Most things I do - I know I’d do again.
I ntolerance, injustice and ignorance I hate to see.
C onscientious since a child I’ve always been.
H appy, kind, forgiving, and easy-going. Now you know more about me.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for kristen bruni's contest:
"Love Me Why?"
I am an artist in a tortured shell
A tortured soul, a living hell
But I’m so cold it suits me well
A place where only I can dwell
The burning flesh I love the smell
Another loss lets ring the bell
Another day a soul to sell
Another masked story to tell
But like I said I love the place
If I had another life it’d be a waste
Everything is black besides my face
But ill rise to my state of grace
No one can keep up with my pace
So I’ll slow it down it’s not a race
But if I could I’d leave you here
Just like Van Gogh I’ll taint an ear
Like Edgar Allan Poe my dear
I’ll face the darkness without fear
I’ll curse the world but hold you near
A wicked smile an evil sneer
My clockwork may be missing a gear
But like I said I love it here
~Wonderful Counselor
Prince of all peace
Let love be my advice
As I eschew world vice
~Majesty
Secure thy articles of covenant
Awesome Emanuel
God of Nathaniel
Source Unlimited
~Consummate our marriage
Store me in thy essential
In thy unlimited potential
~Mutuality
Love universally
Thy holy creation
By thy holy acclamation
~Acclamation
Proclamations of equality
In the streets and on the mountains
From vortex of love’s fountains
~Equality
My voice and my speech
I shall renew as request
For I am... thy love shall manifest
~Adoration
I offer thine own glory
Your acclamation
My Conscience of creation!
Selah!
Silence from me was your request.
So, my silence says I love you. No more, no less.
As for me, I’d love to hear
your hopes and your dreams, whatever you hold dear.
So what does your silence say?
I’m OK?
Just go away?
We'll talk another day?
Can't find the words today?
You'd never understand me anyway?
So loved one,
What does your silence say?
I hate feet but I like my feet.
They are the only two feet for me.
And since they are a foot apiece, they are, indeed, two feet.
And though they may only be two feet they stand over six feet tall
And they may have arch supports but sometimes it feels like they're world supports
My feet tell a story and the stories told on these feet are my feats
Oh yes I love feats
Everyone accomplishs feats and every feat is great
And whats great about accomplishing a feat is that you dont have to have feet!
But you do have to go a few more feet to go that extra mile
And take a step back to appeciate the small things and smile
So yes I love feats I love them all
Because even without feet, when you accomplish a feat, you stand tall.
Thoughts unbidden come to mind
When I reflect upon the day
Feelings new and strange I find
Whence they come I cannot say
When I reflect upon the day
My musings manifest as sounds
Whence they come I cannot say
A chorus of my love abounds
My musings manifest as sounds
The melody of living
A chorus of my love abounds
By the practice of forgiving
The melody of living
In a composition whole
By the practice of forgiving
As I seek within my soul
In a composition whole
Feelings new and strange I find
As I seek within my soul
Thoughts unbidden come to mind
Darrin Funk
As the misty fog rises in the hollow
In the cool still hours of early morn
Thoughts of you rise in my heart
Those memories of the loving kind
Memories of a fall of years ago
When times were very hard
Observing you hobbling around the yard
Both of us with love that was in full charge
As I watch the pale colors on the horizon
With a red sleepy sun rising through the trees
Shilouetting them more plainly for all eyes to see
The memory is more shilouetted hidden within dark
Recesses of the mind
Put away for safe keeping so that love can rise again
The sun now has changed to dark gold
I hope our love that was birthed
Is now golden and filled with loving mirth
I hear your voice, just a whisper
I hear you sing it one last time
I could have sworn I heard you say
"I love you" before you turned away
faded roses in your hand
from the bed where they were strewn
petals wilted and turning brown
falling through fingers to the ground
I didn't see the things you saw
didn't know that it was there
as a heart escapes what was in the air
the end to a tragic love affair
two lovers in the heat of night
wait upon the sun to rise
ships that sail under red-sky seas
a love without a guaranty
The things I've done are not exceptional:
If anything - my work is average,
But in quantity, my works excel.
I've never spent the time to perfect a single skill:
If anything - I worsen as I practice,
But in quality, I have nothing but potential.
So words on a page are my preferred form of art,
Or the music you play as you drive in you car.
And the things that you love are the things that I love.
The things that I love are numerous like stars.
My opinions are subject to be spoken to all,
If anything - I'd let you know them well,
But in objectivity, I can not tell.
For me, practicality is a something intentional
If anything - It drives my every action,
But in sensitivity, miserably do I fail.
So accept me, or do not, for the things that I am,
Or shun me like unappreciated men,
And ignore what I say or say what you say.
The things that I say will be heard in the end.
Why I matter
When glass shatters,
I bleed.
When the ladder needs a leader,
I lead.
When dishes need cleaning,
I rarely make them clatter.
When you're down on your knees
crying, I'll put my arm around you
and listen to your heart shatter.
They may not bring me glamour,
but I love my little dogs.
They give me a joy that
lathers up like soapy bubbles.
But for all of my life,
I've been laughed at, dumped on,
kicked in the face, robbed,
thrown out on the street, raped,
mugged, jumped, screwed-over,
bull-dozed, betrayed
and publicly humiliated.
But God loves me,
my dogs love me
and I care about
the lives of others,
as well as my own,
because of these things
I matter.
Through all the pain in my life
I think I should just shut off
Shut off and go away
and pretend to be lost
It’s better that way
no one to hurt
No one to love me
and then see their eyes divert
Why do I let people see my shadowy heart?
You’d think this time I would be smart
Always letting myself finally believe
Believe I found love so open and sweet
Finally thinking I could let my heart fly free
Now I know it never happens that way for me
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