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Ive become transfixed by you.
There's really nothing I can do.
And now since then, I've loved the view.
Its so damn hard to believe,
All these thoughts my mind conceived.
What if it makes you want to leave?
I want to know that this is real,
And so I'll voice these things I feel.
See, I found this song that makes me think...
Man for that? Id toss the sink,
Id follow that straight to the brink!
And then we to got to know each other,
We couldnt help but see one another.
There was always more to discover.
The talks were effortless,
Time became measureless.
We told each other what we thought would be the death of us.
You showed me how you stay calm in a tempest.
We were open in a way that left me breathless.
The more you showed, and the more I saw...
The more I was just in awe.
To be who you are... Despite all that Pain?
All that Love? All that Care?
Its completely insane!
So few people have a shot at amazing.
Something thats real. Something sustaining.
A Garden they would Die maintaining.
To even feel that theres potential,
That itself is something special.
So If theres a chance it could be mutual.
If you can trust me through the unusual...
Ill turn a feeling thats only conceptual.
Into something that's endless...Perpetual.
I will not waste one more day,
Afraid of what I need to say.
For what I feel that this could be,
Id risk it all. Air land and Sea.
This kind of thing can set you free.
A "Come what may, it's You and Me."
I write this to relieve all doubt.
For the feelings I have, and what they're about.
Its Hand in Hand, No matter the Route.
I'll give you my all to be Devoured.
Day by day, hour by hour.
I'll water this Garden, I'll build that Tower.
And ill do it for you... My Sunflower.
Some enjoyed stealing my joy, squelching my light
I let them because I was young, and I thought worthless
They made fun of my talents, calling me names
So, I hid them, thinking naysayers were smarter than I.
That’s a part of feeling worthless.
When I became a mother, things changed.
I was surrounded by tiny beings who loved me.
They were my orbits, and I was their sun.
I ventured out a bit, risking a slice or two of the real me.
Others did not make fun of me, they seemed to relate.
When I became a grandmother one of my new chicks changed me.
She begged me to use a canvas. I had bought them for her.
She was the talent; who was I?
She would not let up, so I decided to waste one.
My life changed with my first painting,
now confidence parades my truth.
From west-to-east they daubed the plains with dark
The groans of horns and hooves to shake the earth
All grass and grounds that thus did bear their mark
And naught would be their doom if meant for worth
Brave men with skin burned red did cull for strength
With skill and bows, though not to waste one piece
Yet they nor prey could know what would be wrought
By those with hides more white, and sacks to fleece
Those men from 'cross the sea killed with no cause
And all that filled their gaze was raped and marred
Not once through all the waste did they give pause
Nor stop to dress the wounds of what they'd scarred
Not long, to teach those beasts and men of red ...
The pall and price of greed, so cold ... and dead.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Because It's A Tuesday 140 - 140 Sonnet Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
* Syllables = 10/line, 140 total, words = 140 total, counted at HowManySyllables.com. *
( "Tatonka" is the Native American word for buffalo or bison )
My hobby arrived accidentally
In the form of a request issued simply but emphatically
By my nine-year-old granddaughter.
Grandma, can you paint with me?
Was she crazy?
These canvases cost eight dollars apiece.
I was not worth that.
i was not worth that.
I was not worth that.
She would not let up
Kept begging.
I finally decided to "waste" one on myself.
I was juried into two art shows by the end of the month.
I am a dabbler, a scribbler, a player, not an artist!
How had this happened? I love neon paints. LOVE THEM!
My entire house is filled with nail holes, hidden by four hundred
Yes I did say four hundred neon-paintings
And they glow in the dark.
Because we have black lights
And they are so seventies
Just like I am
Best gift I ever gave myself
Allowing my granddaughter to talk me into
Wasting an eight dollar canvas on myself.
That was five years ago and I have never looked back.
Took off like a rocket, and feel completely fulfilled.
The moment we are born…that precious moment when we wake…the hands of Fate take the hourglass filled with the sands of our life and give it a little shake.
And as we take our first breath…in a move time-tested and deft…Fate turns our hourglass over…revealing the amount of sand we have left.
Fate is the only one who knows the amount of sand our hourglass contains…We never get to see it…never have a chance to count how many grains remain…
Fate is the only one who knows how large our hourglass is…how wide…how far-reaching…how tall…Fate is the only one who knows if we are meant to live a long life…or if our hourglass is small.
I imagine our creators hoped, by not telling us the size of our hourglass, we would come to understand…how this life we’re given is to be cherished and not to waste one grain of sand.
I imagine they had hoped we would discover the key to what life is all about….
to live a peaceful,
kind
and loving life…
until our sand runs out.
Wishes And Prayers
We wish because--
We are not sure if it be;
We wish because - We want it to be!
Conveniently, we wish it were true,
If only things become true when we need them to be.
We usher in- The powers of good
We wish out -
the destruction of wickedness.
We wish it were true-about God.
Then believe it with our whole hearts.
We pray and God
handles it from there
We wish though wishes are not exactly prayers.
We wish to set in motion our most intimate needs.
Maybe wishing is like
putting in an order,
With Gods Staff;
That only you can fulfill
by closing your eyes.
Wishing wishes, until wishes take wings and flies.
returning to us consummated as we open our eyes.
I'd wish that I could Just live my life.
I'd waste one wish-
for all mean people to disappear.
I'd wish that there really be a
place where good folks go
In the "afterlife".
I would not waste more wishes on the wicked.
We usher in-The powers of good
We’d wish out the destruction of wickedness.
We wish it were true about heaven
Then believe it with our whole hearts.
We pray, and God handles it from there;
Wishes are rare, and you only get a few.
We cannot be frivolous when we wish.
So, we just pray them away
you know, “The bad people”.
Wishes are few, but prayers are plenty...
I am wishing, and I am praying
for all of you to be" Good people"
I wish heaven would be true-
I Pray we meet again ..." just us"
The ones.... who loved each other.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
I paint with acrylics
Oils are more vibrant;
But I have no patience
For letting anything dry
Watercolor is uncontrollable;
This is too close to my own personality
I cannot fathom the enjoyment of watching the paint take over
Doing what it wants when it wants, like my dogs and children.
Using neon paints I paint dwarfs, faeries, pixies, dogs, cats
Mushroom houses, igloos, teepees, pirate ships
Pirate queens, sexy cartoon women, witches, and castles
Painting is my always-always-land
It was an accidental hobby, inspired by a nine-year-old granddaughter
I decided to ”waste”one canvas when she begged me to paint with her.
Sixteen hundred canvases later, I reach for my paints.
I get up at three or four in the morning
Because I want to play a couple of hours before I leave for work
I love my job, but I love my play time more
I have many hobbies, so many choices
Some mornings I write poems, other mornings I paint on canvases.
I draw cartoons or I play scrabble-type word games
I love giving myself this "me time"
When I was a young mother I never had any me time.
When I was a teenager I didn't either.
I worked almost every second I was not in school
During my high school years, to get money for college
In highschool and college your time is planned by others
When you are a young parent, your time belongs to your children
My children are grown; my husband is self-sufficient
Now I can have me time which is why I wake up at three or four.
I do not want to waste one second of my "me time".
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Where will I be?
I'm lost and I can't find my compass, you see
Also lost time, the sun's setting low
The day is at end, Oh where did it go?
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I fell today
Can't see where I'm landing, cause you're in the way
Will I land softly? How far will I fall?
Will the sun rise at the end of it all?
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Are you chasing today?
It's dark and scary since you slipped away
Time stands still between dark and light
I don't want to land 'til you come in sight
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, you came and you left
Your net did not catch me now all is a mess
I'll pick myself up, my direction unknown
Destiny uncertain, now that you've flown
Tomorrow, Tomorrow. Don't let me down
I'm depending on you, to bend up this frown
I'll find my compass, keep an eye on the time
Just roll a little slower, 'til I get things in line
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, really never comes
I won't waste one minute, watching the sun
Never put my problems on the back shelf
If tomorrow arrives, it will take care of itself.
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
180 barrels
A trendy couple fled a tourist resort and left behind 180 barrels of human waste; one wonders how they could accumulate that much ; the pair fled to Guatemala, farms cocoa plants and lives on a diet of bananas. A woman called Meghan, makes it clear that she is also a Sussex, whatever that means, has a podcast, and tells us she is thrilled with her success interviewing other privileged women. We are pleased to read these inanities and think if the 180 barrels of crap have sprung a leakage
The local news is, a Ukrainian who fled when the Russian army came knocking on the door looks askance at me since my view is different from the other people in the building. He came to Portugal with two new and big Mercedes, enough said!