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Time passes and I wonder how did I come to be here.
I remember watching you from across the misty lawn.
My heart seems to stop beating and I'm almost in fear.
One minute I see you so clearly, the next minute you're gone.
Maybe I'm dreaming and I never saw you at all.
And why am I scared at the same time drawn to you?
Your sultry stare captivates me completely in thrall.
I shake my head as if it would change my perfect view.
I will myself to walk far away from your entrancing eyes.
I'm shaking and I can't figure out why I'm so scared.
This has to be my imagination playing tricks on me I surmise.
Then you appear before me as if by magic and I'm unprepared.
I panic, breathing heavy as I turn to run where you can't find me.
All of a sudden you're before me and I never even saw you pass.
I try to go in another direction, my instincts say to run, flee.
Hiding in a room, hoping you won't see me thru the stained glass.
No such luck, you somehow breathe my name from parted lips.
How could you know my name, I've never even met you before.
You swoop behind me and my body is lost to your shadow's eclipse.
Grabbing me, tearing into my throat, lapping up the blood and gore.
My knees give way and I'm too stunned to even manage a scream.
White spots cloak my vision and I'm feeling as if I may just faint.
I look down at my favorite dress, in the moonlight my blood gleams.
A calm washes over me and the biting feels good, isn't that quaint?
Darkness swallows me and to my relief, I am feeling nothing more.
Visions of gnashing teeth, and spurting blood haunt my once peaceful rest.
Jerking awake, only to realize I lay in a crumpled heap, incredibly sore.
I see that I have a bite on my throat and an even bigger one on my breast.
How will I explain this, and what do I do now, where do I go?
No one will believe me, I'd never believe it if I wasn't here to see.
How odd, I seem to be healing fast, I see that scabs are starting to grow.
I walk towards nowhere, this night was something I didn't foresee.
I sniff the air and smell an oddly familiar scent of earth, musk and fur.
It seems to pull me in that direction, as if I no longer have control.
My instincts tell me that I am going somewhere safe and secure.
I'm healed now, my dried blood now leaves me wondering, do I still have a soul?
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
There’s a magical cemetery north of here they say,
It’s a pleasant place to visit during the day.
Be sure the gate is unlocked if you plan to stay,
some just go for a thrill!
Visiting the dead is not the only reason to go.
A paranormal natural illusion awaits, a creep show.
A strange, haunting experience is all we know.
We need to listen, be still.
Pitch black at night, a warning if you easily scare.
Running out on a grave gets you points, it’s a dare,
I heard it in school, they do it bare but it’s rare,
and against our will.
On a lonely stretch of road, objects, gravity defies.
When you get to the spot, your vehicle flies.
And all must be quiet to hear the spirits cries,
or see feathers of a quill.
Santeria is noted when feathers have been gifted.
In space, the car, with all of us in it, will be lifted.
This is a story ‘bout the Halloween night we drifted,
through Gravity Hill.
An old Chevy Impala is what we teens packed into.
Fright stories were told along the way, some true!
Hair stood on arms, Bloody Mary, was one of the few.
It gave us such a chill.
One girl shouted; I looked in the rear-view mirror!
I saw her ghost! And so, it couldn’t be any clearer,
We were close, suspenseful of what grew nearer.
Then sounds of a French trille.
Natural illusion’s tricking everyone, in a mystery spot,
With no view of the horizon line, and near a dark lot,
The driver put the gear in neutral like he was taught,
as if by magic, began rolling uphill.
A slight downhill slope appears to be going up slope.
Then somebody asked, did anyone hear that? Nope.
A cayote ran across the road, had hoofs like an antelope,
with a wide grin and grill.
A layout of the land produces an optical illusion,
What you see is what you get, my conclusion,
Let ghosts lie, for it is us who are the intrusion.
Memories non-fiction, no frill!
GRaViTy HiLL
Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
A collaboration with Susan Ashley
Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
Bright heaven's night skies, in your eyes once were,
agleam they glittered, gems as you danced free;
my darling, sad you once thought I loved her
oh how that sexy vixen did chase me!
Her lies about our night trysts at the lake
she said we did commingle on white sand;
I know the pain they gave, was hard to take
her vicious calls to you worse to withstand!
I give you this, our hearts both love entwine
your lips the only honey I will taste;
my love-life’s yours, as only your’s is mine,
so please, lets live and love, let’s not time waste!
Your lips the only honey I will taste.
So please, lets live and love, let’s not time waste!
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Temptress: Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
My tongue tells lies to get me what I want
and longs to taste the sweets of your desire,
I’ll tempt you and your woman I will taunt;
behold this tigress striped in passion’s fire.
I have no shame in stalking you, my prey,
my green eyes have you surely in my sight,
I watch and pray that from her you will stray;
upon you with my purr I will alight!
If prayers don’t work I have a backup plan..
I’ll tell her of us when her back was turned -
a sly seductress always gets her man,
as if by magic when the truth is blurred.
My claws will hook you given half the chance,
beguiling rumors charm with their snake dance...
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration) , February 13, 2019
Poet’s note: Thank you, my dear friend, for your accepting
my invitation to compose beautiful verses with me yet again.
to share this new double sonnet collaboration.
And as always, it was an honor and true pleasure to write
with you and see poetic verses be born.
This about an evil temptress that falsely accuses a man
faithful to his beloved wife spurns her unwanted advances.
Such that happened in real life and was a nightmare to have
to had endure until the truth came out about the lying
and crazy temptress. Lucky that her best friend finally
exposed her for the liar that she was.
Hummingbird..
Hummingbird with light brimming
Sing a song to awaken flowers that are hiding
On the gentle breezes I see you riding
Peace to all you bring
As if by magic you hover in time
The divine quiet of your wings drumming
You remind us to be still but never rigid
Sending us love to open our hearts
Softly you plant a seed in our doubts
When the seed begins to bud
One by one our doubts fall away
All pain dimming
Resolving lifes contradictions
Imbuing our world with every colour of the rainbow
Filling our souls with joy
Soothing heart and mind
Never wanting to be caged
To always fly free
Teaching us to live in harmony
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Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's newest blogs..
I like Hummingbird because of their magical qualities, Hummingbird feathers have long been used for the making of love charms. It is said that Hummingbird conjures love as no other medicine does, and that Hummingbird feathers open the heart. Without an open and loving heart, you can never taste the nectar and pure bliss of life. To Hummingbird, life is a wonderland of delight!
If Hummingbird is your personal medicine, you love life and its joys. Your presence brings joy to others. You join people together in relationships which bring out the best in them. You know instinctively where beauty abides and, near or far, you journey to your ideal. You move comfortably within a beautiful environment and help others to taste the succulent nectar of life.
If Hummingbird has flown into your life today, get ready to laugh and enjoy the Creator's many gifts. Drop your judgmental attitudes and relax. Hummingbird will no doubt give you a flash of the spirit, darting here, there, and everywhere. Get ready for a strange new burst of energy which may send your senses reeling.
Hummingbird hears celestial music and is in harmony with it. Hummingbird may invite you to an art museum or a concert. Follow Hummingbird and you will soon be filled with joy and experience a renewal of the magic of living!
I wrote and read this poem at my grandmothers funeral.
While growing up, Toni; Steven and I
saw our Grandparents sacrifice,
so much of their own lives, without a fuss.
Along with our Mother, they did it just for us.
Though Grandpa he was called, he was our father
and in Mom and Grandma, we had two amazing Mothers.
We loved them with the clarity of a childs heart,
in each one of us, they became, so much a part.
Sadly, we have gathered together here today,
to say our final goodbye, to a wonderful lady.
Grandma was tough, she was stubborn and oh so loving.
She had about her, that special something.
That had every child in every neighborhood,
calling her Grandma, whenever they could.
I remember her ready laughter, at our antics,
and her guidance, by the seat of our panties.
The countless batches of cookies baked.
For each one of us, every year, our own special birthday cake.
The delicate Barbie and Troll doll clothes she made,
the big band music, on the stereo, she played.
The fragrant roses and brilliant dahlias, tended with care.
The home canned pears, who with the neighbors, she shared.
Then we grew up and though with Mom, we moved away,
Grandma and Grandpa, stayed in our thoughts every day.
Our sister Kristi was born and added to Grams happiness and pride,
then as if by magic, the years just flew by.
The four of us were having children of our own,
when Gram would hold them, her face fairly glowed.
Gram saw her great grand children grow into yong ladies and men,
Then came along some great, great, grandchildren.
I was always amazed, but never surprised,
how Gram, through the children, came alive.
Gram's whole essence was that of pure love.
So I firmly believe she has placed herself, in charge of the baby angels above.
She holds them in arms, that once embraced all of us.
She, herself, is held now in the arms of Jesus.
She is looking down upon us now, with a love untold.
Within her angels wings, she does now, all of us enfold.
In Loving memory of Margaret Sanford.
1918-2010
It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate
Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way
The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds
Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong
The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent
I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn
There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers
Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate
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Reflection - The Fragrance of Grace
Mail order catalogs seem to have the ability to procreate in my mailbox. Just when I think I have rendered them infertile they give birth to multiple sets of quintuplets right under my nose as if by magic fertilization! And, of course, I have to examine these newborn opportunities to raid my bank account just to make sure I haven’t missed some article of clothing or thing I can’t possibly live without for the survival of sanity and my eternal happiness. They are like new spring leaves!
spring sprouts in new leaves
boughs sport jackets of light green ~
chartreuse convention
A new arrival from a New England country store pictured a garden of stately purple iris that immediately grabbed my hand and took me on a ride back into my grandmother’s iris garden with delicate, yet eloquent, perfume wafting from silky petaled garden royalty.
Each page was an adventurous journey through my childhood reminiscing about miracle wrinkle erasing creams, magic bunion healers and kitchen gadgets long declared useless by technology. But, one page made me stop, drop and drool - perfumes. No nascent scents but old friends looking at me from glossy pages bringing to mind the women who gave my life definition – the Royal Secret of my grandmother; Bellodgia and Gardenia of my favorite aunts; Tigress of my tigress mother and Blue Grass, a Kentucky meadow perfume of my teens.
These remarkable women straddled fleeing decades, crushing depressions, cataclysmic world wars often suffering the unthinkable loss of infants, children, husbands, siblings and miscarriages. Yet, through their signature scents, they taught me about thanksgiving in tragedy, faith in grieving and the irrepressible iron will to live in the fragrance of grace.
harlequin bouquets
fragrance of flower’s essence ~
sunlight washed gardens
4-21-21
Contest: Moments of Reflections
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Something Old Something New
Viola - Original
Admiring her beauty he was mesmerised
Her complete perfection brought tears to his eyes
Holding her tenderly in his loving arms
Slowly he caressed the magic of her charms.
This was the gift he had waited so long for
The answer to prayers he had made to the Lord
It felt quite spine tingling as his heart took flight
Sensing that he’d love her till close of his life.
As he held her within a loving caress
His fingers traced o'er her with skill set finesse
Feeling the joy to the world that she’d bestow
Strumming her heart strings music began to flow.
They got on well and lived happily in tune
She was his amulet to finding fortune
Together they made sweet music forever
Nothing but death could tear them apart ever.
He carried her in a case on his shoulder
The musical, adorable viola.
5th October 2021
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Viola - Updated
Taking her gently into his loving arms
Slowly caressing the mystique of her charms
Admiring her allure he was mesmerised
Her stunning elegance brought tears to his eyes.
Feeling electrified as his heart took flight
He sensed that he’d love her till close of his life
This was the gift he had prayed to the Lord for
As if by magic she’d appeared at his door.
His fingers slid o'er her with skill and finesse
As he held her within a fervent caress
Strumming her heart strings music began to flow
He felt the joy that upon earth she’d bestow.
Nothing but death could separate them ever
Together they made sweet music forever
They got on well and dwelt merrily in tune
Roaming the world seeking stardom and fortune.
The admirable, musical viola
That he carried in a case on his shoulder.
19th October 2021
Something Old Something new Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : John Lawless
"Sweetheart, your lips the only honey I will taste"..
Bright heaven's night skies, in your eyes once were,
agleam they glittered, gems as you danced free;
my darling, sad you once thought I loved her
oh how that sexy vixen did chase me!
Her lies about our night trysts at the lake
she said we did commingle on white sand;
I know the pain they gave, was hard to take
her vicious calls to you worse to withstand!
I give you this, our hearts both love entwine
your lips the only honey I will taste;
my love-life’s yours, as only your’s is mine,
so please, lets live and love, let’s not time waste.
Your lips the only honey I will taste.
So please, lets live and love, let’s not time waste!
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Temptress: "your lips the only honey I will taste"..
My tongue tells lies to get me what I want
and longs to taste the sweets of your desire,
I’ll tempt you and your woman I will taunt;
behold this tigress striped in passion’s fire.
I have no shame in stalking you, my prey,
my green eyes have you surely in my sight,
I watch and pray that from her you will stray;
upon you with my purr I will alight!
If prayers don’t work I have a backup plan..
I’ll tell her of us when her back was turned -
a sly seductress always gets her man,
as if by magic when the truth is blurred.
My claws will hook you given half the chance,
beguiling rumors charm with their snake dance...
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
February 13, 2019
Poet’s note: Thank you, Robert, for your gracious invitation to share in this wondrous sonnet collaboration. As always, it was an honor and an absolute pleasure to mix ink with you. Your rich inspiration gave my verses the passionate pulse of a temptress with tantalizing possibilities. Thank you once more, my dear friend, for a beautiful creative experience and for the gift of your wonderful friendship.
My Mile High Poem
Number 5,280
My favorite poem with a my oh my;
No matter how hard that you do try,
Beyond all measure;
Poem do treasure;
Your poems will never pass mine by.
Credit Card and Hugh
Had put credit card precisely in grove;
Did proper steps and would approve;
You know,
My Hugo;
Now Hugh go home after you remove.
Jim Horn
With guilt built a quilt which would tilt,
After it did wilt and my milk on I spilt,
Until bed was completely covered up to hilt;
Then would have to walk around it on each stilt.
Jodacious Horacious Horn
For many years I bubbled beneath the deep Earth’s crust
Hot and molten ever moving, upward trying to thrust
Suddenly a crack appeared, above my very space
I burst out with my cohorts, sunshine hit my face.
We cascaded down a hillside, solidifying as we could
Came to a halt and looked about, the cooling winds felt good
Rain lashed down and crystallized, the surface of our skin
Holes appeared as if by magic, as our innards shrunk within
Dwellers began to assemble, in our caves for mutual shelter
Humans and some animals, with snakes so smooth and slender
All life sought our protection, from the threat there was without
Comfort did we garner, as our guardianship spread about.
Now they come to mine us, for the minerals we secrete.
The sound of pick and hammer, resound with monotonous beat.
Will our families ever return; to the security we provide?
Those caverns now more cavernous, fill us still with pride
There may come a time we’re needed, to again support Gods life
New eruptions being born, on the winds of Earths good wife
Evolving, our watchword, we record natures remedies to your ill’s
Do not dare to really upset us, lest Earths innards outward spills.