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Hesitation has cost me much joy,
sweet moments I didn't share,
it wasn't either greed or insecurity...
I preferred look away and not care.
If this guilt had not been there
to control my sense of extreme humility:
a laugh, a kiss, a touch or gesture
wouldn't have been missed by me.
Some wonder why they didn't dare,
why they wouldn't dream of what was already there,
not to explore all the wonders and delights of desire...
being reluctant to show the tender side.
.
Wished my decisions hadn't been too premature,
making me prone to mistakes, that in turn
turned out to be a disaster rather than a failure...
watching everything I built quickly burn.
Hesitation has cost me much joy,
the tender feel of willing and passionate lips,
to assure those eruptions of internal passions...
now, what I desire is deluding me.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
~TAKE MY MONEY ~
Crimson Joy, L'Oreal Lips, DOLCE & GABBANA eyewear
Mascara from beyond LONDON Bridges
Like the pretty face found in front of Vanity Fair
What can I say? Perfect -- goes with my daily addiction
A beautiful morning cup, STARBUCKS got my money
It's not more or less the cost or taste.
It's all about my dependency, with popular brand names
Shopping from place to place --- with a smile on my face
VICTORIA SECRET and the way she wears her bra.
$72 dollars it's time to double up them d's
Christmas Red and December Blue
Walmart can't pick up my bust the way she claims with trust.
Hot Topic's on my dark fashion list, Star Wars decor to explore
Obsessed with any accessory from the Walking Dead?
Bennie, blankets, epic shirts with gore, spending $200.00 more
Vulture is a man, with no hair, sat me down on his chair
"Try, this mam' a flat iron that works like MAGIC."
"Did you say magic?"
Didn't ask how much, once he commenced caressing my hair
Straight and silky like when I first bought the Evolution Wand
I tried to resist, however, I swear I heard the Iron call my name
This time, I promise to use it more than once
Between you and I - I don't even care to do my hair
Next thing you know, I own the Lioness curler iron too
With Expensive shampoo and conditioner.
What can I say, Buy 2 get the third one free
Finally, I felt - I got the best bargain possible
I won't even tell you how much I paid
You'd probably think, $189.00 is steep
How could I say no?
He threw in a heating glove, that's what I call Consumer Love.
Heading home, I spot Best Buy, needing a case for my iPhone 6 plus
Strolling near aisle 3, I hear Dr. Dre, started some new beats
Falling in love with the level of quality, $299.00 how can that be?
I put a pink pair in my basket, they have to be special and unique
After all, $299. Means they are popular :)
Bargains here bargains everywhere, check out time, I paid 550 dollars
I'm so proud of myself today, I saved and gained 101 points
Happy and dandy I feel complete,
I will end, my freestyling write
With uplifting words --- Aren't you lucky I'm not your WIFE???
~PD~
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
TRUE STORY
Quieter than usual I stand alone in my verandah
looking over a lamp-lit street-bench.
Across the ocean a plane lands down onto the runway
where my wind- swept words would not be heard
and my mascara stained cheeks will not be seen.
Lost I whisper: "Farewell my little child Farewell
Embark on your journey...
Go chase the stars Live life Count a thousand ways to smile
Spread those wings Fly free Build up your destiny
Go girl Explore the world Ride on its golden wheel
It takes you places magical places wherever you want to be
Do all the things you aim to do Believe in all that makes you you
Walk Run Run through lavender fields Don't turn your back on the foreign breeze
Its sweet Its soft Like I described it A million nights into your sleep.
Oh my one my only child a maltese beauty
with noicettes eyes with sweetest charms and hazel hair
When was it that you turned into a lady of a kindred soul and a smile so fair
Oh my one my only child with a determined mind and a spirit sublime
In my absence Do not fear In lonely silence seek me and I'll be there
Shawling your solitude with sudden care Humming a lullaby on our old rocking chair
Covering cold nights with blankets of love Whispering stories about God above.
Oh my one my only child I know there's cursed distance that will keep us apart
but distance is only a grain compared to my heart
Its the heart of a mother that beats to your own And wherever you are
It keeps on protecting you It keeps being your home.
My child My one only child ..."
Ps : My daughter Christina is still very young, but a mother sees not only the past and the present when She thinks of her child, the future is a vision She thinks of from day one with soul, heart, and mind.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see,
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical,
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
Her eyes sparkled with spiritual wisdom, lips trembled a whisper of secrets,
She enticed me near with a gentle smile, promising wonders of other realms.
Her shimmering wings fluttered near the arch way,
I couldn't believe my eyes seeing a dream world, unfurled through the green wooden door.
I was embraced by a spiritual connection and enlightenment,
The purple rays guided me to explore new dimensions of reality,
Through the windows of my mind, I travelled beyond the constraints of life.
When I stepped out to the world where fate and fantasy blur the line,
I gazed at the stardust sky where moonlight hums a forgotten lore,
In my mind, the echoes of purple dreams drift ever more!
For Aunt Carolyn, in memory of Uncle Dennis
They were just teens outside a gift shop door,
He said, "Come on, Darling, let’s go explore."
With a wink and a grin, and her hand in his,
They stepped into life, not knowing how rare love like this is.
From navy bases to state lines they flew,
Boxes unpacked and smiles that grew.
Never a house—always a home,
Because love made each place their own.
He’d kiss her forehead, she'd fix his tie,
Even their bickering made cupids sigh.
Like teenagers dancing in a kitchen floor war,
Even their "fights" left you loving them more.
They held hands through hospital halls,
Through birthday cake crumbs and late-night calls.
And even when life was painfully tough,
They reminded us all—true love is enough.
Now she stands where he once stood near,
A bit more quiet, but holding him dear.
Because the thing about love that’s truly true—
Is it doesn’t end. It just waits for you.
So Aunt Carolyn, brave heart, please know this is true:
He’s just ahead now, saving a seat for you.
Still saying with that boyish grin so clever:
"Come on, Darling... let’s do forever."
IN A NOWHERE LAND
I feel like a crazy, mad woman,
chafed and losing my patience.
Feeling so bad, ready to explode
or needing desperately to explore
and get lost to point of no return
or to find a nowhere land.
The nowhere land that is hard to find.
The land where there is humanity
with humaneness, benevolence.
And there is togetherness and unity.
I want to be a nowhere woman,
in a mystical or nowhere land,
living and wandering like a nomad,
a gypsy, a rolling stone, a vagabond,
where I don’t have to witness the divide,
and the selfishness of humankind.
When is this troubled time going to end?
This point of time full of unrest, discontent.
Ongoing protests on multiple causes,
opportunists trashing businesses,
looting, stealing, damaging properties,
the law enforcements’ brutality
and now the deployments of federal
forces to deal with ongoing protests.
There is also ongoing uncertainty.
The contagion with it’s sweeping upturn
with no sign of slowing down or downturn.
Everything around is so out of control
with unmasked people walking around,
group gatherings and no respect of others.
Life just goes on with no direction,
it appears fuzzy with no explanation.
You cannot even go down the bend
without feeling exposed or guarded.
Days, months passed by and gone,
like they were snatched, taken or stolen
without a trace, like we are in a trance.
Life goes on; but missing any substance
like no importance to remember or embrace.
No color, without depth, meaningless.
I yearn for all the things I used to do,
I long for my freedom to just go,
I miss the friends I used to see regularly,
I’m longing for the fire and feeling zesty
that dancing with gusto brings me.
I miss the poetry readings that move me.
I want to be a nowhere woman
in a mystical or nowhere land,
a land free of the chaos going on,
a land untouched by the contagion,
living and wandering like a nomad,
a nomadic, free-spirited woman,
safe and at peace.
8/31/20 Completely Your Choice Brian Strand
any form any theme
judged on 9/1/20, received N/A
9/28/20 N-A Re-Run 11 Poetry Contest John Hamilton
Magic is the feeling my energy can't conceal it,
Just talking to you fulfilling a breath of air when we're building,
Attentive is my position I'm so addicted to wisdom,
So talk to me as I listen I'm hoping to catch a glimpse,
Of your soul before your body your inner self so exotic,
The way you move is melodic enticing and so hypnotic,
Realizing there's more to you please let me explore your truths,
I'm eager to hear your story with all dimensions of you,
There's a mystery in your eyes as I wonder and visualize,
Me laying upon your breast as I vibe to what's inside,
As a man I wanna provide and put foolishness to the side,
Build health enhance our wealth and do anything we desire,
With passion hotter than fire take showers bodies admired,
Tasting what I've acquired elated by God's design,
True love is hard to find I'm yours if you'll be mine,
The past leave it behind so our future can intertwine.
Our cabin in North Carolina was built by Deborah’s mom and dad in 1983…
It rests on the side of a mountain…nestled in among the trees.
When Deborah’s dad was alive he had a garden terraced off at the bottom of the yard.
He built a pathway to this garden…to make the walk down there…not quite as hard.
This was no easy task…you have to understand…
as he molded each square out of cement…and placed them in the ground by hand.
When our family would visit in the summer time…
our children would run up and down his steps with smiles and wide eyes..
to pick vegetables and blackberries from his garden…play in the woods
or in the evening to chase fireflies….
Our grandchildren used his steps to take them to a fort we made when they were small
Our dog Whitman used his steps chasing countless tennis balls.
When Grandpa was alive he kept his steps in perfect condition…
clean with no weeds around them,…
because he knew when we would visit…our children would be running up and down them.
But Grandpa is no longer with us and our children and grandchildren have grown…
which means Grandpa’s path…once used to play on and explore…
those 41 steps that led to countless adventures…aren’t used as often anymore.
As children grow their interests change and their desires to play in the yard wane…
now on Grandpa’s path…up and down those steps…only memories remain…
But that doesn’t stop me every summer…once we arrive…
from taking a hoe a sickle and a little brush too..
and cleaning off each step on the path…just like Grandpa used to do.
It is a labor of love…making sure Grandpa’s path is as perfect as it used to be…
because on the one hand I know somewhere…Grandpa’s smiling down on me…
But I also have an ulterior motive…each year I’m on my own crusade
to make that path exactly the way it was when our children’s memories were made.
So if you happen to visit us in the summer at the cabin…
and you see an old main in the yard with a hoe, a sickle and a little brush too
Don’t be alarmed…he’s just getting an old path ready for summer…
just like Grandpa use to do.
My purpose in life... to live it
and breathe each breath as my last
to hold no argument for the sake of holding
give understanding to those who need it
to be open to all thoughts...no matter how different
to keep as much beauty in the world as I can
to explore all realms of possibilities
and see the souls of others as they are
to not be blinded by the colored coat of deception
to be a truth-teller in a world of liars
who have no sense of honor or character of the spirit
and dwell in the garbage flowing down rivers of fear
spending years collecting from life...not experiencing life
to know the difference between the two
Yes...I have one purpose...
to live life without hesitation or fear
to procreate and pass purpose along
so nothing is missed in each singular journey
where the blood of my blood understands
life is to be lived...not bartered
to find purpose is a cause, unto itself
and cannot be asleep...
to think dreams and wishes are enough
to know that purpose is a strange thing
that evolves or dies as the world changes
would that I find a purpose
from the bravery of the oppressed...who never cry
would that I find a purpose
beyond my ability to correct injustice
would that I live...for I have only one life
to live without chosen conflicts of men
cluttering my thoughts for no purpose
other than self-gratification
then claim my intentions were noble
what is my purpose...you ask
to be...
nothing more or less than the perception of my days
as my eyes see them
to rest with the weary in deep realms of shade
and shine a light on the darkness of the lost
sharing with them the knowledge obtained
from a life lived
my purpose is to say with my last breath
I lived life... embraced its struggles
and have done so without lament
6/4/18 contest My purpose in life
The beauty and mystery of nature,
A wonder to behold,
With each and every creature,
A story to be told.
The trees that stretch up high,
Their branches reaching for the sky,
A canopy of green,
A sight that's rarely seen.
The flowers that bloom so bright,
Their colors shining in the light,
A fragrance in the air,
That takes away our care.
The animals that roam so free,
Their movements wild and key,
A dance with nature's beat,
A rhythm pure and sweet.
The mountains that stand so tall,
Their peaks a sight for all,
A majesty so grand,
A beauty to command.
The oceans that stretch so wide,
Their depths a world inside,
A mystery to explore,
A treasure to adore.
The beauty and mystery of nature,
A sight to see and feel,
A gift to be cherished,
A wonder so surreal.