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once I truly loved a man . . ..
he was so handsome . . . and whispered into my ear romance
I sighed and was left in total oblivion
he would caress my hair
I was captivated
and breathless . . . I surrendered
~ when we danced he held me close to him
stroking my back not gently
and sometime it hurt and I would struggle ~
then he would kiss my lips
whispering exquisite sensual words like floating feathers
it was erotic and wicked
and I was wrapped in his embrace trembling with desire
with ecstasy . . .
~ he took me to his apartment smiling
touching my skin saying so velvet and tantalizing
it was surreal and I became lost
he asked me to move in ~
in the days that came in truth he could be very cruel
say insulting mean things to me
holding me down and his love became rough
I tried to get away but he was strong
then he would kiss me and I was lost in desire
oh, what was happening to me . . . I felt like a trapped animal
and knew I had to get away . . .
~ one day he threw me against the wall
he was full of fury . . . his eyes evil
I was thinking, "if to move you, soul must listen"
after, he went out . . . I gathered my things listening to my soul
. . . and ran into the night never to look back
but could I ever forget his lips
and whispers in my ear ~
A ship does not sail with yesterday's wind. -Louis L'Amour
Melting dusty dreams, swallowed by breathless
Poetry who burns through the delicate light,
A fiery passion, resilient as the warmth that abides
On the sun’s heavy smile, the stars glistening
Moon who knows the truth will decide, between
Songs who sigh and the dance of still nights,
Becoming more than a gentle alibi, more alive,
More melodious than the stars and the seas,
More like blessings, psalms who glow gracefully
Flowing into the hues of lasting peace, serenity.
Swelling silence, awakening to the firefly’s glistening,
Overburdened by hesitant hopes, falling from hearts
Who can hear the delicate murmurs of lasting prayers,
Echoed on the souls who know that life begins
When yesterday blurs into the past and tomorrow
Becomes a soft wish, while today knows the meaning
Shadowed by feelings, blowing in the winds of joy,
Stilling the feet who are going, glittering in the eyes
Who are growing delighted by the wisdom in current
Moments, nearby dreams, existing in the present…
His gift to you and I, His gift of love and light,
His gift, the present time… where we stand on solid ground,
When we stand with the great I AM!
~
She reached for the ribbons of her gown
not knowing why, but she held them in her hand
as she floated through the ever changing mist,
whites and grays in a swirling pattern,
mesmerizing in blends and shifts,
blurred yet possessing a clarity she could not explain
or cared to think about right now
She looked down on herself in her bed sobbing,
clutching tightly a dampened pillow, lonely, a photo
in a silver frame on the bedside table, missing...
now very confused as a peaceful awareness wrapped about her warmly,
caressing her spirit, washing away the pain,
the sadness, the torment which she fought now to remember
as it drifted below, creating new shadows about her feet
but distant, never forgotten, she couldn’t, it was promised…
Once more the satin ribbons were pulled gently, guided
as if a feather laced kite on a silver string embracing blue skies,
dancing about in the slow rhythm, spun in clouded dreams,
breathless she soars higher, it seems towards the sun
or perhaps a light of a different source, it felt soft, cool
beckoning her and she yearned for it…
for some reason it felt right
Stars swept past her in wiry glistening designs
like a sparkler at a summer cookout waved through the air
in abstract cherry-lime glowings and apple pie tickles and she smiled,
for the first time in a long time as the moon disappeared on the horizon,
embracing this new experience she continued allowing the tender tugs on
her ribbons to move her freely, when she felt something, it was a hand
on hers, helping her hold the ribbons, it felt familiar, safe, comforting
When she saw his eyes, as clear as she had ever seen anything,
deep and friendly, soothing just as she had remembered…remembered?
He took her by the hands and he came even more into focus
“Hi there, I have missed you,” he sighed and she knew it was him
He was here, wherever here was, he held her in his arms now as he said,
“I promised you I would love you eternally, I have been waiting for you”
She cried again, happy tears as she whispered. “You did, you did, is this…”
“Shhh,” he placed a caring finger to her lips…
~
In Him, I found the meaning,
Letting go,
In His hand, my dreams
Flowed, glowing softly, gentle,
Like the wind beneath the song,
Who colors the life,
In crimson smiles and cobalt joys,
Remembering, promising, praying
For the beguiling sighs,
Breathless and aching for seas,
Soundless as tears,
Erasing the darkness, fears
Smothered by the liquid light,
Falling quietly,
Through the sands of time,
Evoking hope that is more alive
Than the soul can describe….
In Him, I found the grace,
Listening,
His healing, His hope
Soaring on the clear skies,
Defending the night,
Praying for the answer, the sigh
Pouring from a soul who knows,
He is alive!
A gentling kindness,
inspiration, insight, inviting
Me to the knowledge,
Of His love, overflowing
Love so alive,
It feels like the fire,
Sparking a heart who is sure,
Beneath the song,
There is a tenderness,
Coloring life in grace,
Poetry that can’t escape,
The sound of praise…
Praising Him, forevermore,
His love, always for
The heart who hears His song,
The soul who believes –
The spirit who is free because…
He is the One, the only ONE
Who can save the soul from sin,
Save the life from eternity without Him.
Praising Him because He is…
The light that flows, so peaceful,
Silencing tears and erasing fears,
Remembering that love is always here,
In the presence of the One who frees,
Giving hope to those who repent,
Give up the dark so they can see…
Beyond the pain, the doubt, the grief,
Into the love that anoints souls who believe,
Just believe…
He is everlasting.
He is faithful.
He is love and I am grateful,
To know the One who gave me,
A second chance, a love that lasts,
Assurance that heaven awaits,
His love sealed my fate – He saved me,
And gave me the hope that He is…
Forever – eternal – the grace
And, someday I’ll see Him face to face!
I’m so thankful – I’ll praise and praise
Jesus is my forever and always!
(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)
if wand whoosh,
a mollified Genie could wave
abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
an African Queen to stave
more precious then
fine spun gold (for Josephine) to buy
time against tortured Golgotha kepi
mein kempf wracking fate, thence pave
ving a stairway to heaven
after this ivory pawn doth die
cleansing, exorcising, and flushing
infidelity kindling lover misbehave
yore (ah Jove) many
full lush blue moons ago,
when verboten fruit
yours truly didst deaf fie
temptation no amount
renouncing sin spent kneeling, this knave
scrutinizing engravure etched with blessed
"Jesus, bare naked Amazon Mary
and Joseph" motif guy
interweaved by pointed
finger of Goddess Sheba almighty
beckoned deft fiat halting joist
lowered nondescript plain rigid casket
swallowed by grave
temporally ushered whirled wide
webbed rebirth where I
received life anew breathless composure
dousing errant fellow
guilt honestly iterated, jackanapes
kneaded licentious maligned narcissistic
opprobrious philandering questing re: deprave
transgressions, whereat this gentile Jew did lie
unclothed satisfying prurient crave
ving vitiating marital covenant, now my
soul asylum anointed, via sedulous, glorious,
and fabulous Nubian enchantress deign nigh
ying celibacy decreeing
expurgating sexual crave
ving, hence thy status as Zen eternal
Eunuch (corny punster)
as acceptable punishment bequeathed
by said deliquescent, iridescent,
and opalescent dreamt up
"FAKE" pitch black Negroid hallucination
from over active imagination
me didst truly ply.
Little girl, I'm sorry for the cuts that marred your skin.for the fake friends who you cared for but left you in despair I'm sorry for the hands that touched you without consent.for the panic attacks that left you breathless and alone . I remember the judgment, the whispers, the pointed fingers.the hurt that cut deep, the tears that fell like rain I remember the nights that seemed to stretch on forever.the darkness that suffocated you, the fear that gripped your heart. But I want you to know, little girl, that things will get better, that the future holds promise, holds love, holds healing. You'll find two male best friends who will stand by your side.Who will laugh with you, be there when you cry, but won't let you die? And then there's him, the one who loves you deeply.Who will be your rock, your safe haven, your home. He'll be the one to hold you when the nightmares come.to whisper softly in your ear, "You're safe, you're loved, you're enough."You'll find a few female friends who will become your sisters.who will lift you up, who will make you laugh, who will be your tribe. You'll learn to be happy, to find joy in the little things.to let go of the past, to forgive, to heal. But I know, little girl, that the past doesn't go away.Keep your head up; it's fading away. There will always be a part of you that hurts, scars that remain. You got this, soldier. It's getting better. You're changing, growing, and learning to love yourself again. to let go of the hurt Forgetting those who treated you like dirt You're still fighting, little girl, but you're not alone.You're stronger now, braver, and wiser.Keep fighting, keep pushing forward.Because the future is bright, and it's waiting for you.
We met at a different time
We fell in love deeply
But time wasn’t on our side
Personal matters accrued
Parting with promises made
Sealed with a passionate kiss
That left me breathless
Yearning for your tenderness of touch
You became my reason to live for
I longed for the time to be reunited
I counted down the many days and nights
Until you come home into my arms forever
I dreamt of us in splashing joy
I giggled at times when dreaming of fun things
That we will be doing together in time
I entrusted my life on promises made by love
The date we set to be reunited has come
Oh how I’ve waited too long
My darling I cannot wait any minute longer
Excitedly I set out and waited for you
There I sat in the garden
Under the pale moonlight
My heart’s beating emotions of joy
Until I was kissed by the morning sunrise
Scampering mind with confusion
Delicate flowers greeted me calmly
Gathering my thoughts orderly
I found no prints of you around
You never showed up
Your kiss and promises were all empty
Where I burned and trusted you heartily
Now this pain I feel is breathlessly choking me
I can feel the light in my soul slowly fade away
I am no longer living
I am your forgotten dream
Kissed by false promises
Akkina
2/12/21
Coloring hues - beauteous Blues
Midnight hours - evening powers
It dawned upon me! PARDON ME SO
I woke to those radiant skies
And I wondered - what shall I do
Amazed by the colors in my imagery
I painted those pictures in the sky
Each stroke I took - I then implied
I may be hypnotized - I ponder
I see a cloud way out yonder
Those coloring hues - I still see the blues
Yes indeed - I cultivate the weed
True colors indeed - I might say
The blues overcame me in a sort of way
The midnight hour , I looked at the stars
I wished upon thee - predominant me
"Now I lay me down to sleep" I say
I am me - I have powers in my mind
The past coming up just what will I find
The calamity marked my soul I see
I believe the blues still overcame me
I wake to another day - I challenge
A new born day - I start - I seek revenge
those radiant colors in my mind - apparently
trust I see - the blues - true calamity
And the sunrise makes my day - true grit
The images, I am in awe ! believing it
This makes my day , I wake once more
I therefore have the ability to pursue
A beautiful day with the sun I knew
The each day it doth then break ,
I see the planted seed
And breathless I can imagine the beauty , yes indeed
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Here it comes,
April on the wing
squirrels chatter, birds sing,
flowers rise and grow
lilac scented pollen in the windy flow
oh no,
a tickle in my throat and nose,
this is spring, oh what a magical tease
forcing out each reckless cough and repetitive sneeze,
a screech to inertia, breathless explosive compulsion
from the mucosa of nasal integral expulsion,
ah, the wonders and beauty well spread
clogging and congesting brain cells in my aching head
ah choo, gesundheit, God bless,
it's spring bud and bloom at its very best
get me a tissue
for these beautiful and irritating issues,
hope it's an allergy and not the covid-19 flu.
Looking their best this spring flower,
A vision of sublime beauty and fragrance,
Evokes all of our senses by the hour.
The Lady in Red climbing rose,
Newly sprung in blazing red climbs,
Weaving itself on a wooden trellis.
Its unique velvet rosebuds of perfection,
Unfold full of scallop trim,
A hymn of green leaflets,
Breathless and infectious,
In the gentle balmy breeze.
Blooms bathe in dew shower,
Shows off it's long green waxy stems
Full of prickly thorns,
It poses vibrant and towers
Among the garden bed
Beneath the bower
And other jealous flowers.
5/26/2021
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