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The bruise of mistakes begin as an almost invisible blue.
The lightest hue.
The mistake not fully acknowledged as even being a bruise.
The errors and lesson still unknown to you.
Then as the bruise of mistakes become knotted and tender to touch
Excuses become the bandaid so the pain isn't too much.
Eventually blame is wrongly placed and used as a crutch.
As you expect pity, understanding, forgiveness, and such.
Then as the bruise of mistakes become deep purple almost black.
The pain now full strength while you just wish you could go back.
Yet still the pain from the mistakes make your vision lack.
You are leary of choices and watchful of cracks.
Then at it's worse you fall asleep in tears accepting it will never end.
You awake in the morning and the black and blue blend.
You start thinking of your past and ways to make amends.
While forgiveness remains illusive like war that never ends.
Then as much time passes and the bruise is barely blue.
The lesson now learned created a scar or maybe two.
You swallow your pride and apologize to a few
Standing there still raw they admonish you which you allow them to do.
To walk away with only the scars from the bruise.
While they judge and condemn everything that you do.
Never understanding the mistake or what caused it's debut.
Looking down stuck up noses never seeing you
a soft caress is like beauty
dancing so close to you and me
the lightest touch i embrace
stars always floating through space
as silk feels upon the skin
elegant and smooth again
a soft caress is like beauty
dancing so close to you and me
grace will allow lovers to sway
a melody of breaths that stay
wrapped in paradise with you
escape in those eyes so true
capture and pull me under
you are a touch of wonder
grace will allow lovers to sway
a melody of breaths that stay
on the dance floor emotions glide
longing to linger at your side
and move as an angel fair
dreaming you will hold me there
your touch is so light and free
as my love for you will be
on the dance floor emotions glide
longing to linger at your side
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~ to always be this close ~
* a little scribble about love *
Form of Poetry- Octelle
The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical.
In the Garden of Beginings
Projects failed or flowered,
Left to grow or to wither
Many being overpowered,
Each an experiment,
A blending of force
Each left to follow its
Own individual course.
None were culled
Without good reason
Flowering and blooming
For season after season.
Experiment of dimensions
Matter, time, force, space
Some rising to exist briefly,
Some at more sedate pace
As the Universal Gardner,
Glorying in the sight
Of destructive darkness
And brilliant creative light.
Used the lightest of control
To keep things on track,
Moving from place to place
Its tools slung on its back
In the chasm of the Nutcracker
Shadows of urgency implode upon the stage
Dancers are cloaked by ominous fog
Mist oozing from the pleats and corners of nothingness
In the chasm of the Nutcracker
One lone pure one ballets across in magic slippers
The lightest of foot, contrasting with the rest
They are competing but she is the one you watch
In the chasm of the Nutcracker
There appear to be hidden dangers
Selfish, greedy motives, unknown agendas
Twirling dancers conceal some anticipated evil
In the chasm of the Nutcracker
There is a cold elegance
But a contrasting purity and innocence
I watch the dance and smile at the black snowflakes
I have a fanged cat with the lightest aquamarine blue eyes
I told my guest, who acted suspicious and declared some surprise.
She’ll be along shortly, I told her, don’t worry. She’ll find you.
But Marble my cat was nowhere to be found with her eyes of blue
What do you mean by fanged cat? My dinner guest soon did qualify.
Frankly, my exaggeration description was a borderline lie.
She sounds horrible! If she shows up, should I be afraid?
No, I said casually, giving her another glass of cool pink lemonade.
Do you mean prominent incisors? My guest asked, looking around.
Cat Marble was not high up, and yet not anywhere on the ground.
Her fangs are prominent, It’s not like they are something you’d miss.
It was at that moment we heard a growl and a threatening hiss.
My guest sat upright and said “Is this cat dangerous, do you think?”
I saw that her face had turned a most horrifying glowing hot pink.
I came around and saw Mable had latched her fangs onto her knee
She’s just a baby, I told her. How frightening could one kitty be?
Those eyes are demonic, she is a cat from the bowels of hell.
Said this neighbor, who will never be invited back. Let’s call her Nell.
Or even call her Lee Merriweather, and out her completely I think.
She makes me so mad, my own face is now pink.
I am stifled, stagnant, stressed and seriously strung
from streetlight to streetlight
There is nothing left, my energy is kaput, gone.
My creativity is something I barely remember.
Until I get home to my refuge in the country,
my trees, my lilacs, my lilies, my tulips, my earth.
I shed the cloak of heaviness, at my front door,
running toward my lightest coolest dress.
In seconds I am outside walking from one corner of my yard
to another, taking photos.
Talking to my trees, hugging them even,
replenishing the bird feeders, while cardinals soar in.
Butterflies light on my shoulders, dragonflies dive-bomb me,
I am Snow White here.
I do not whistle but I chant as I walk around my yard loving my flowers,
pulling up weeds.
All of the weeds have a place somewhere. I place them where nothing grows,
Knowing next year they will fill up this bare spot.
The only plants I do not replant are thistles.
Thistles hurt so much when I step on them barefoot,
and barefoot I am in my faerie yard.
So I pull up the thistles and I put them into my dumpster
knowing they will thrive at the dump.
I have a wild rose bush I had to dig up from another place
way deep in the forest.
It took me six hours. I thought it would be worth it.
It took four years to bloom.
That fourth year I said to it
“If you do not have one bloom tomorrow, I am throwing you away.”
The next day I woke up to that rose bush with forty beautiful hot pink flowers.
I kid you not.
When I am gone for a few days my yard comes alive upon my return.
The trees begin waving frantically even when there is no wind.
My husband always comments on it. Archangel Jophiel and I laugh about it.
She comes to me at night, and we discuss the beautiful things we have seen.
We discuss the grasshoppers, bees, wasps and yellow jackets too.
My yard is alive, five flower gardens in all. With unexpected visitors.
I sometimes see a gorgeous snake or a handsomely painted turtle.
There is a reverence and awe about it
I cannot fully explain, but it amazes me always.
Not All Created Are Equal
By Franklin Price
1/9/2015
Not all created are equal
I'm really so sorry to say
The differences are quite distinctive
They're as clear as the night is to day
Some are born to live in a mansion
Some from a ghetto will be
All others are in between somewhere
Where we end up we're going to see
All will have heads on their shoulders
And varieties of brains there within
The ability to use them so varied
It's hard to tell where to begin
The color of skin placed in order
From the darkest to lightest to be
With the world standing shoulder to shoulder
The division we never will see
The physically strong can take over
While the mentally strong will control
Then throw in the man with the money
And you better watch out for your soul
The puzzles of life have their pieces
In one or more we have a fit
Some stay in their ones of creation
While others branch out just a bit
If God has bestowed upon you
The intelligence to think on your own
Then create the best puzzle for your life
Don't blame others and don't moan and groan
it is one of those placid docile what-do-we-do April days.
I sit outside naked except for my light polyester mumu.
an airplane wakes the cloud with her powerful engine noises.
my wind chimes tingle a mirthful melody.
Sophie, my cocker spaniel sits behind me, she is an inside dog.
Buddy, our husky mix trots a giant six pound bone around in his mouth.
there is a car on Kansas Avenue, we cannot see it, but we hear it.
nothing else is moving until I spy a blue jay landing on a branch.
so light in hue, that he could be an arctic jay, he is the lightest gray.
annoyingly loud muscle car can be heard in the distance, tearing up a street.
roosters behind me begin to crow, even though it is noon.
melodic chimes heighten their melody as today’s breeze picks up.
trilling of birds gives me a reassuring thought of God in the yard.
behind me I hear the purr of our porch refrigerator.
if there has ever been a calmer day, I was not aware of it.
someone revs a car engine far off in the distance.
old man or boy, I think, or old lady in a mumu. This makes me smile.
Your Love
Your love is like a pure released white dove,
So honest in its flight.
The warmth I feel with your arms wrapped around me,
Is like walking into Heavens bright light.
Happiness I find in your smile,
A kiss of tenderness.
The lightest stroke of the softest feather,
Is the feeling of your lips.
So gentle to the touch, against such rough rubies,
My love for you shall never end; it’s truly, madly, deeply.
It’s yours and yours alone to cherish,
It’s yours and yours alone to have,
It’s yours and yours alone I promise
And I shall never take it back.
For loving you is like a pure sunlit mornings glory
Loving you is so very easy.
Loving you is all I ever wished for,
Loving you is amazing my mi amor.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Finally my blood began to coagulate
When you stopped doing what I hate
If not, expect the most unpleasant state
Of things from lightest to highest skate.
You should never ever be late
Whenever you invited me for a date
I’m a girlfriend who’s impatient to wait
My boredom is always at the zenith of rate.
Usual lines played like songs from Kate
On ears of her most devoted suitor, Nate
But, biggest surprise suddenly came in crate
Carried by young men marching from the gate.
Men with all kinds of roses started to sate
Her doubtful heart making his proposal to escalate
A wonderful rite performed by each of his mate
To win successfully a wife, cutting their late dates’ fate.