You were small, but oh so strong,
A fighter’s spirit, a purr, a song.
From shadows deep, you found the light,
And filled our home with pure delight.
Thirteen years of love we knew,
Our days were brighter, thanks to you.
Now softly, gently, you take your rest,
Forever our star, our bravest, the best.
Rest easy my Prince Roddy xx
It's a love unending, a feeling I cannot deny…
It's a love unspoken told in the face of a lie.
Yet, it's the truest love I have ever known…
this unexplainable emotion that between us has grown.
It's a love of confusion, this feeling I must hide,
and my tears show my weakness as this feeling grows inside.
I cannot be with you, yet I cannot bear to be apart,
and time has become my greatest pain, every second breaks my heart.
I'm living with a memory, holding only a glimpse of the past.
And I've surrendered my soul to a passion that I cannot have.
I've found comfort in a touch that I have never felt,
embracing a feeling of a desire that I have never held.
If I let reality slip away, I can hide with you in my dreams,
and we can finally be together, no matter how wrong it seems.
I'll lay deep in your arms, and let life slip away,
and as the shades of night turn into another day,
I'll hide deep in your thoughts and these feelings that we share,
will never have to go away, even if they were never there.
When life seems overwhelming and your thoughts begin to stir…
When the future you once saw becomes a distant blur.
When you have a thousand questions and all you ask is “Why?”
When the answers to those questions make you want to cry.
When your heart feels heavy and the weight’s too much to bear,
Find the strength in your feelings, come to me, and share
The overwhelming times in life that makes your thoughts stir,
And I’ll help you reach your destination somewhere in the blur.
I’ll try to help you find the answers and hold you when you cry.
I’ll help you discover the reasons to all those questions “why?”
I’ll try to carry the extra weight that seems too much to bear,
And I’ll show how much I love you in the feelings that we share.
It's an endless journey to find love and its meaning…
A promised destination that may never come true.
I thought my direction was on the right path,
until my direction brought me to you.
The distance between your heart and where I'm standing, is the same distance from here to the moon.
And, that promise I made I have just broken,
and love and its meaning are broken, too.
When I think of love, it makes me wonder
why I ever tried so hard
to reach the distance from where I'm standing
to somewhere in your heart.
Yes, I've forgotten the meaning of love,
and the moon is still so far away.
But, if every journey begins with a footstep,
then I'll reach the moon someday.
It's an endless journey to find love and its meaning…
If you’ve ever wondered where you might find,
the answers to the endless questions sought over time.
The sense to the insanity, the radical of the norm…
the settling waves of frustration, the calming of the storm.
Deep beneath the layers of what most don’t see,
are the answers to those endless questions… beyond reality.
There is a world in a different color... the shades some may never find.
Lighting the world of imagination inside a writer’s mind.
If you look passed the confines of discretion,
you’ll see more than black and white.
You’ll discover the shades of expression I share when I write.
Though some may never see the colors this poem is trying to instill.
I am without any doubt
that a writer will.
Almost:
It's almost everything,
It's almost nothing at all.
It almost catches you right before you fall.
It almost feels so right – right before you know it's wrong.
It's almost everything; it's almost nothing at all.
It almost feels like the first time as you begin counting up all the days…
It almost keeps you from saying the things you promised never to say.
It almost gives you enough reason to never leave because;
deep through all the pain, you know it was almost love.
It almost wiped away the tears that no one ever saw fall, because to you, it was everything that turned out to be nothing at all.
All of your dreams almost came true, just before you woke up and realized what you felt was almost love.
You almost held forever all the things you treasure most.
To you, it was finally love.
Well… almost.
It's a circle of confusion; it's the path long and dark.
It's trying to complete the puzzle that's missing the biggest part.
It's the flower without petals, wondrous yet left behind.
It's a world of imagination that comes from nobody's mind.
It's a lie that made me feel better, though I know it'll never be true.
I guess you could say this also the way I feel about loving you.
I'm often in a world of confusion, walking that path all alone,
and I know without that single piece, that puzzle will never be done.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so is hate and scorn,
and those petals that once grew here are now but bitter thorns.
So, tell me another lie but say it honestly,
and whisper how you really feel about loving me.
You didn't say goodbye when you walked out the door.
You didn't say you didn't love me anymore.
You didn't tell me what was going through your head.
I guess you thought it was better to leave some things unsaid.
You didn't say there was someone else on your mind.
You didn't say that I was just a waste of time.
You didn't tell me before you decided to go,
that there were some things you didn't want me to know.
So, I won't tell you that all I do is cry.
I won't tell you I miss you more as each day passes by.
I won't tell you that I wish I were the one instead,
to hold you close and whisper softly all those things left unsaid.
As we soak the hues of the chromatic sky,
you become the patina of the dainty dawn.
Even in twilight the golden day doesn’t fade,
for in my horizon you’re the sun that never sets.
While the autumn flowers wither in my garden,
I see in you they blossom in everlasting spring.
My yearning flitters like a beguiled butterfly
around your floral charisma that never wanes.
The emotive designer of my dormant dreams,
suffuses the deep sense of passionate feeling.
Swathed by the aura of your enthralling charm,
my mind perceives the epitome of ecstasy.
I sense the sequins of the silver dust,
sprinkled by the mesmeric moonbeam,
ripple within my marooned mind as it floats
on the amorous rhythm of longing.
In the ether of your fervent firmament
I then soar on the lilted wings of lyrical zephyr.
As the melody of love entrances me,
my heart turns for you into, perhaps, a poem.
EXPLANATION
A picture poem in a short form digitally super-imposed on a photo of a piece of self created artwork,thus combining two artforms(haiga style) into one .
The result can then be digitally displayed,posted,or printed as a hard copy & stored
What is the aspect of life? when your stuck in the matrix, do you still see the light?
Do your run, walk, or crawl? why in every turn there's a wall? And all you can do is call!.
But silence seeps through every crack!
And you look around and no one's calling back!
Why have faith, when you have doubt? It's like everyone's being a scout, looking out! giving us doubt, about every truth we seek out!
What is family?
cause family will do you like dirt, and then ask for satisfaction, but you hurt.!
We struggle everyday, but life's just a game we play.
Were all in the matrix phaze. All stuck in a daze!
JUST KNOW...
Life repeat's, until the end of days!.
By: Keanna Williams
Yes, I invented “trick or treat”
so you could fill your mouth with sweets.
Candy bars and lemon drops,
marshmallows and Tootsie Pops,
butterscotch and bubble gum —
hold out your hand, they’ll give you some.
Chocolate kisses, Jujubes too,
sourballs and jellybeans for you.
Have a cake, some cookies too —
take a couple, grab a few.
Peppermint sticks and Mary Janes,
licorice whips and candy canes.
Slurp some soda, munch some pie,
don’t let those M&Ms go by.
Chew that toffee, munch those treats,
get that caramel in your teeth.
Then come see me, I’ll be near —
I’m your friendly dentist, dear.
I watch sun slide into the sea and leave the sky behind.
Perhaps, a poem will beautifully slip into my mind.
A fierce storm and then an arc gleams above the glen.
Perhaps, a poem of peacefulness pours forth from my pen.
I thrill to spy a group of deer that from a brooklet drink.
Perhaps, a poem then flows onto a blank page from my ink.
Emotions, whether good or bad, can flood me like hard rain.
Perhaps, a poem spontaneously springs into my brain.
News of human degradation and of deprivation -
Perhaps, a poem soon takes shape and shouts my indignation.
The sight, sound, touch and scent of one that I hold dear -
Perhaps, a poem of tender love will magically appear.
Reflections, recollections, things I believe are true:
Perhaps, a poem from my soul informs or inspires you.
Never write a poem about the sky,
she says,
that blue and blue and blue
interrupted by shape-shifters,
squawking crows, grumbling
aircraft.
It’s been done.
Besides, the day is tranquil,
disinclined to fuss.
The porch rails studiously etch
the sun into diagonal slats.
A silver spider practices ballet
across them
A chickadee chirps predictably.
If you could breathe and
see and know, she says,
all at once,
the glimmering line that bisects the air--
the one the spiders left behind--
the absence of wind, of wings,
of words—the morning itself,
woken with the slurp of ripe pears
and the ashes of a dream--
that would be your poem.
The lustrous perfume bottle
avec neck spritzer and bottom caudal
With hexing brio it holds her captive
Pure rapture is sexually attractive
A woman’s torso a glass statuette
dressed in a golden chic corset
An old hippy scarf suspends on the wall
Her ‘Eau De Joy’ is kitschy after all
Shimmies into mid-calf western boots
She rifles through sequined body suits
Last touches of an aromatic scent
she deems the fragrance extravagant
Lurid lemon zest smacks of old school
Blithely vivacious leads them a drool
Juicy sweet notes from cleavage to chin
A whirlwind of hazy mist he’s in
Wild at heart with beats that throttle
A burning desire from a perfume bottle
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