Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Untitled Poems

Untitled 1
The feeling is lust
fading away in dust
Dreams of myths
perfect time to drift
Risking despair
open to the scarlet air

Untitled 2
I don't believe
in myths
in dreams
only in myself
the truth is in
my heart
my thinking
is my key
only me

Both poems were originally written in 2001

She the Gypsy

A lady was walking down the street
with sandals on her feet
Rainbow color robes and scarves were blowing in the wind
on her face, there was a grin
spreading across her cheek
speaking in all kinds of languages of Italian, Spanish, French, and Greek
People were looking at her, either laughing or in silence
they were not at all disturbing her presence
She was lost
in her own thoughts
People around her were so cruel
but she had her own special jewel
Their minds were so full of mean and hate
that is not what is in her wishful fate
Others wonder why her nature is so weird
about her life as it appeared
Her jewelry dangled across her chest
falling down between her breast
Her earrings were long and colorful
yet, she felt so wonderful
Her rings glittered their reflection to the sun
her mind was having fun
Her bracelets sung a delightful song
happy to know where she really belong
she walked for a very long time
crossing fruits of apples, oranges, and limes
passing through all kinds of land
her sandals touching the pure white sand
There was a sudden silence around her human being
a lot of Mother Nature that she was seeing
She's a gypsy
moving to different places to explore and see
she had other gypsies with her
following her believing nature
She knew where they were
waiting for her, so they could continue to go far
But, she knew that she would be there and go wherever that they feel
she can not help but let out a happy squeal
She has everything that she ever wanted
feeling that her dream-come-true was granted
Her own world was filled with lace, velvet, and flowers
with clothes that came out of the mending hours
To the gypsy that she was
to receive her willing kiss

Originally written in 1998

Monthly Holidays

In January, it is the New Year
ringing in everyone's ear

In February, hearts are flying everywhere
that means Valentine's Day is here!

In March, St. Patrick's day is wearing green
it makes a lovely scene

In April, the bunny hides the eggs
it's white, fluffy, and it has big legs

To honor our mothers on a special day
which leads us to the month of May

June is for our father
with plenty of love and honor

In July, we celebrate
to the United States of America, which is great

In August, we take a break
that's enough that we can take!

In September, it is back to school
to learn and operate our important tool

Ghosts and witches come to haunt October
our candy is out-numbered

In November, we eat very much
to gain lots of weight until tomorrow' lunch

In December, we celebrate Jesus's birthday
to open our presents on Christmas day

Originally written in 1998

Sunshine Girl

Riding your horse through the great plain field
galloping your thoughts of life
Sunshine lust drapes your body
crystal blue travel eternity
Running miles away from your territory
ghost of white floating in the sky
golden rays of light feel warm
relaxing from a state of mind

Bluebells and lilies sing their blooms
casting out their skirts toward the sun
your hair flopping from the wind
energy of happiness spreading in your spine
Water dew embracing across the grass
birds chirp with delight of the new day break
Clear air smelling fresh and crisp
your mother nature hugs the welcome

Oh, Sunshine girl, galloping on your horse
willow the shades of freedom
with a grand spell with nature luxury
You found your home
your Heaven is all yours
the dream that caress in your head
came true when you closed your eyes
and went to sleep

Originally written in 2002
Dedicated to Linda Eastman McCartney 1942-1998. 

Broken Heart

How do you nurse a broken heart?
Swollen in pain till it hurts
not knowing how it got started
aching in agony for a long time
not enough time to shine
bleeding through the veins of life
shredding by the slice from the knife

Crawling through the drops of tears
cutting skin with a spear
leaving behind such misery
deep into the stone with no feel
the heart begins to peel
wrenching in cold red liquid
squirming around like a squid

Feeling alone and not secure
fearing that there is no cure
stressed by the pressures of voice
knowing that there is no choice
crying with a broken heart inside
leaving towards the dark side

Originally written in 2002