True friendship is rare
It’s one in a million
A mirror image, a twinning
Mutual acknowledgement
In knowing
She’s the one
Who pays attention
Listens with intention
Can read your thoughts
Before you think them
With whom you share
Truth
Respect
Consideration
Humour
Joy
Pain
Love
No conditions
Sometimes critical
Even reproachful
But always understanding
Who keeps you in line
Before you cross it
To the point of no return
Who puts you before herself
Because that’s just who she is
One in a million
A needle in a haystack
To be treasured forever
That friend is you to me
And me to you
Categories:
reproachful, appreciation, best friend, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Late sunlight,
Mellow and smooth
Touches the placid afternoon
With fire sparkled warmth
A glow of white wine
On the shadow cooled breeze
A velvet scent
Of royal petunias
Drifts from among
Yellow and white
Reaching for the last
Etchings of sun,
Silky on grass,
Brittle on leaves
A heavy sun
Bows before
Reproachful night
Written 1976. Reposted 13/10/2017
Early poem as is.
Categories:
reproachful, imagery, nature, summer, sunshine,
Form: Free verse
it was not so much that it was pulled back
but that the release was a push
a spool of thread falling from the table
the gentle undulation of fiber through the air
that was the way you threw the rock
we both watched its journey
the graceful way it twisted through space.
the stone was weightless
the shriek of the window was painfully reproachful
the rock did not care and neither did we
for a breathless moment the rock was part of the glass
neither inside or out
then the glass exploded out like birds from a cage
glittering shards flew like deadly snow, like vengeful stars.
and the rock flew above all it as if it would never hit the ground
for a moment, we too believed the rock would sail on forever
it did not
the bitter earth grew jealous and the rock began its reluctant descent
there was a thought that the rock would destroy the earth beneath it on impact.
the rock hit the grass with a soft thump
Categories:
reproachful, family, memory, passion,
Form: Free verse
For Timothy Lee
Eyes meet over sips of morning coffee;
warmth travels thru both my body and heart
while you couch-settle around and near me.
I value sharing a perfect day’s start.
I enjoy each fun, twosome adventure;
hands clutched in the dark, entering a park
where night skies speak no reproachful censor.
We swing, slide, laugh – our own romantic lark.
Home, a safe, private nest, our lives’ own stage,
is my best, favorite, real life place.
I relish all your couple, loving ways,
and my own happy, mirrored on your face.
Wrapping me secure within your warm skin
each night before giving way to our sleep,
is a blessed delight with my spirit’s twin.
I cherish the close embrace your arms keep.
Pleasure is us, standing strong together,
growing blessings, beliefs and faith as one,
knowing we each make the other better
and our love will be until time is done.
Categories:
reproachful, appreciation, emotions, joy, relationship,
Form: Quatrain
oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!,
when I glance upon your shadow, gray,
I thought beauty for sure ever lasted,
but now I'm enveloped with dismay.
The ocean waves would shamelessly recede,
an ardent attempt at flattery, I suppose,
man after man would attempt to succeed,
but now look at you, a sad, wilted rose.
Kings would transform into commoners,
just to see you pace along Martin's Lane,
beggars and hobos would transfigure,
just to receive a smile from this lovely dame.
But look at you now, a disgruntled old maid,
a dissatisfied hag, the chaff of grain,
did a single soul not run to your aid?
did a hapless finagler leave you insane?
whilst venturing in such reproachful thoughts,
I suddenly notice a man walk past,
Madam Francis, no longer distraught
with a sigh of relief, chants "Finally, at last!"
oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!,
when I glance upon your shadow, gray,
I thought beauty for sure ever lasted,
but now I'm sure, it will always stay.
Categories:
reproachful, beauty, growing up, life,
Form: Light Verse
Faultfinding words—the sticks; reproachful glances—the stones,
each one flung through visors of human blinders.
Every emotional prick they create shatters the bones
as one more revolution of the breaking wheel is entire.
Seeing all and sundry as a personal jester,
hunting down their weaknesses for personal entertainment;
but to poach each and every one you see is a pester
that will ultimately land you in social containment.
At long last your emotional torture mars no one but you—
holding you captive in your limited thought.
Following the judging and bludgeoning you will come to rue
that your shallow heart merely led you to naught.
Categories:
reproachful, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
INVASION OF DREAMLAND
How is it that you still invade my dreams and stir up such feelings of desire?
Motives reproachful for me you had yet subconsciously suppressed you are'nt
Not a thought for you during waking hours is given yet my dreams you haunt by
your presence
Yearnings for you exist even if only on subliminal levels
One AM I turn in my sleep and the dream rushes to memory as vivid as reality
I am a slave to this pen and pad no sleep will be attained if these events go
unrecorded
Truly blessed I am for this gift of creativity; grateful am I for my ability to express
even my darkest emotions beautifully
Off to the land where no lies can be told...
Off to the land where one’s deepest wants are expressed...
Pride and shy hold no existence here...
Focus on the most wanted desires before landing there and maybe, just maybe,
you will experience them
Welcome to dreamland...
Written By Shivon Mejias
Categories:
reproachful, adventure, imagination, lost lovesleep,
Form: Light Verse
Inner self renowned free; owned only by me in the thicket of the woods which is ticket to the
goods. Lovely dew drop, tear drop worries obliterated by the sun. Rings true that I don't
know what I've won but myself-- tiny, big, larger than life- Not! Famous to none; infamous to
one-- maybe! That old tree that never moves but to stalemate then check. Mark it off-- I'm
done! Approval, Approval, Approval! Stamp me authentically me. Nature calls no one as we
call it often. Rings true, I believe. Natural self looks like Apollo and Daphne in the minds eye
of keen perception. Distorted fragments of soapstone in my artist's mind recalls and carves
and older self. Rewind now, back to babyhood; not yet out of the woods of my sheltered life.
Sheltered life, comfortable; Sheltered strife, uncomfortable; Shelters galore, displaced
woman. Never to become morbidly serious about reality-- I'm an Aspen now in a darkened
mood detached adhered to my silverish, thirtyish leaves, leaving one silver-gray split hair on
the memory of the past which is still not true to self-- now in present life is hopeful and not
reproachful!
Categories:
reproachful, healthself, me, self,
Form: Free verse
Sluggish suppurating symbol of disgust,
Dragged wailing into a reproachful life
Child of wrath and sloth and lust
All she will ever know is
Strife
Curdled flesh clings to a brittle scaffold
Pebbled orbs recline in sunken hollows
Starving slavering mouth unfolds
Engulfs the world and then it
Swallows
Gawky appendages waver against a cruel ill wind
A map of veins slides beneath brittle wrists
Starfish fingers strain to hold at bay
An onslaught of constant demoralizing
Dismay
Ugliness lies etched in every curve and line
Defiling the beauty that might have been
Ashamed and fearful of her own reflection
She skulks in soothing shadow hoping to remain
Unseen
Categories:
reproachful, angst, sad
Form: Free verse
Silence breaks from atop the ancient Oak
I discern his small waiting shadow
Where others glimpse only spired branches
Tossing against the cerulean skyline
Sharp eyes of obsidian depths
Follow my intent of movement
Talon perched within the canopy
Simply waiting for me to move
The raven beseeches my name
His call weighing ever heavier
A solitary patron of the impending
I am he and he exists within me
Lending flight upon black razored wings
I exist in the purest of freedoms
For that which only he confers
Never passing judgment on my passions
Or reproachful of my actions
Silence breaks from atop the ancient Oak
A silhouette that is the absence within…
Categories:
reproachful, imagination, life, nature, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
With breathless haste and trembling hope
Comes April's long awaited day.
Flannels fitted, cleats are cleared.
Bats all polished, heroes cheered.
The rosters set, the lineups made.
Dispel all such reproachful pain,
Of past defeats, these thoughts remain,
Avenge those days with plans well laid.
Green pastures accent early mists;
High skies with soaring hearts abound.
Impatient folk with childish joy
In this Cathedral gather 'round.
The banners flapping overhead
To worship at the shrine of sport
As music from the organ run
To see a legacy is won.
Appease the gods with humble prayer
To bless this grand auspicious day!
With golden echoes sweet shall call
The anthem to begin the play.
"Play Ball!" The shout goes out to all.
Ten thousand voices rise and fall.
The spirits lift to heaven's gate
To root and share a common fate!
Categories:
reproachful, nostalgia, sports, uplifting, prayer,
Form: Narrative
Fat girl.
There she stood, waiting for the number 4 bus,
(She needs a size thirteen at least)
Wearing the clothes that only skinny girls can get away with
(they get away with murder)
Seams taut and strained
by puddles of flesh eager to burst forth
(She can feel the heat that eminates from reproachful eyes,
trying to melt away her fat)
Chameleon
trying to blend in with a culture that thinks a size two is healthy
(what value does a number really have anyways?)
Every ounce of female flesh a threat to masculinity,
while every bulging paunch and sagging jowl
is a tribute to their male divinity
(one more beer and steak with the guys
makes a nice offering)
While his wife kneels, next to the toilet on the bathroom floor
weeping over the remains of half a mangled bagel
(Sacrilege! Blasphemy!
Don't you know that carbs are an abomination to the goddess Versace?)
Fat girl.
Your back is so sore from stooping down to that level
(Stand up straight!)
You don't need to take that bus
when you can just keep on walking
Categories:
reproachful, angst, introspection, people, social,
Form: Free verse