Monday, March 23, 2015

Wake Me with Your Lips Darling

Let the pages of an old sweetheart lie,
Leave the regrets in the past to die,
Make my body groan and never ask why,
Let your lips take me to the sky.

To kiss an Angel’s white plumage wing,
Your zeal makes my heart sing,
Please give me your love by spring,
Don’t just gift me with a diamond ring.

Lips that are trailing along my thigh,
Takes by breath---suddenly---created a sigh,
My lips are swollen and I want to cry,
Because around you I am a little shy.

If you care a little---just share,
When you smile my heart does care,
Our madness for each other is not a dare,
Look gently with your blue eyes---not stare.

Lift my spirit from the abyss,
Don’t leave me with just a passionate kiss,
Let my heart and soul make a final wish,
Just two wrapped bodies--soaring in a loving bliss.

So my Darling sleep a while-- then wake me with your lips,
Softly with tiny loving nips,
From our love nectar takes a few sips,
Toast to our future in paradise--- while planning our love trips.

As mortals we feast here for a short dine,
On this earth we live on a minuscule vine,
Although our life is sweeter than wine,
My love for you is intense and fine,

It feels so breathtaking---it is almost a crime.
My Darling kiss me awake in another time,
There are no minutes---just passionate sublime,
Wake me with your lips to hear our love chime.

Our magnificent love is not just a rhyme---
my Darling lost his heart to another

And I search for a new love---but find I cannot love any other.
He is not good enough for you---said my little brother.

I sit upon this rock overlooking the sea,
Praying the waves will bring him back to me,
What makes someone’s heart flee?

I see the angry dark sky over head,
I wonder if my Darling is lying in her bed.
It is not in me to wish her dead.

My heart skips two beats when a ship comes near,
I wait for him every day I fear,
I wish and wipe away a tear.

Another wants my hand in marriage,
He travels to me in a golden carriage,
Saying about my Darling he disparages.

What he does not know and I will not tell,
Only one love in my heart does dwell,
I cannot lie or I will go straight to Hell.

I watch the seagulls fishing for their meal,
The sea breeze blows against my body---if only sea salt could heal,
A broken heart---so I can again feel.

Ten years has passed and it is 1788,
If he returned now---my love still waits,
I dream I see him every night on the straits.

His ship is beached,
The shore he has reached,
But now he is my enemy that has breached.

The very walls of my heart and left his sword piercing into it,
While all my family is having a fit,
I just look into his blue eyes and continue to knit.

If nothing else I still will always be,
A true daughter of the sea,
And no man will ever know he has made my heart flee.

So I posted on all ships from the sea,
Attention: Lost Heart,

If found please bring it to me.
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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

A Walk with the Past

As I walked down an autumn trail,
My memories of long ago started to unveil.

I can feel his spirit as it walks with me,
He holds my hand and looks into my blue
eyes to see.

If love still lives in my heart for him,
Or has the love light become dim?
He kisses my hand with his masterful lips
so full and sweet a taste of long ago,
Does he think he is still my beau?

He left me when snow covered this land,
My emotion will not march to his band.

I once loved him with all my heart and soul,
To him--- my heart is now a piece of coal.

Only a letter he left me---no kiss, no hug,
Did he think I was his accommodating rug?

To walk upon my loving heart---his unfeeling
foot steps did hurt,
Like his unspoken words---and non-kissable lips
---to treat me like dirt.

And now he thinks his Extra Sensory Perception,
Can be sent in my direction.

I say get off my trail and out of my mind,
Your spirit can fly back into time to one who might
enjoy your insensitivities---you are not my kind.

So this therapeutic walk I have taken,
All hurts and bruises it has awakened,
and in my heart he has been forsaken.

My heart is free to love once more,
To all negativity I shut the door.

I feel the cool breeze playing with my hair,
As I leave the trail without a care.

To go home to my present love,
Sent from the Angels from above.

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Sunday, February 1, 2015

A Valentine Made with Love

Her little fingers shook as she cut the heart-shaped
Valentine out,
She worried he would not like something she made

---there was a doubt.

Her Valentine box was ready for each little Valentine
to pass through its slot--- in the top of her decorated
shoe box,
She printed with a green crayon---Will You Be Mine?
Circle Yes or No---that will be fine.

She made cards for all the other children in her First
Grade Class,
She placed a red ribbon on his Valentine Card, and
held it gently as if it were precious class.

The next morning all the children were excited when
the School Bell rang,
Today was a special day and her heart sang.

This feeling was as special as Christmas in her heart,
The children all seated closely---but apart.

The teacher said to place the Valentine Boxes on the
long table,
Each child’s name inset on their box---with a golden

The girls gave out their Valentine first, through each
slot they flew,
With the giggle level rising because the boys were
looking they knew.

Then the boys turn came last---and the girls watched
He stopped at her box and kissed the card from him.

Then he looked at her and smiled as her face turned red,
Because she was now the girlfriend of a boy named Fred.

He gave her half of his Hershey candy,
They ate in silence and he held her hand which felt dandy.

The teacher smiled as she watched young love bloom,
Happiness glowed in her First Grade Class room.

She remembered her First Grade Love and his Valentine,
And, she still had it---she thought and he is forever mine.

Young love can last until the end of time,
Sweet innocent love is sublime.

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Saturday, January 31, 2015

Lightning Wolf Loved Morning Glory

Lightning Wolf was the handsomest warrior of all time,
His long large muscular legs instructed his Appaloosa,
by slight pressures as he rode his stallion, Spanish Lime.
His long black hair moved with the rhythm of his stallion---
in the morning breeze,
Muscles rippled and dimpled in his arms---as he led his
six pintos behind him with ease.

His face showed his serious concern for this day,
As he was asking Chief Running Bear for his daughter,
Morning Glory to marry--- come May.

He left his village early before the cook pots were lit,
His mother was so anxious for her son to have a bride;
she had an early morning fit.

The snowflakes waltz gracefully and sparkled in 
the early light,,
Icy multi-patterned flakes whirled around his handsome
head; a beautiful sight..

He thought of her loveliness, her creamy olive skin, 
which felt like silk,
Her amber eyes that could pull the very heart out 
of his chest, and then return it again for its life’s milk.

Morning Glory’s lips were full and passionate, as 
he remembered their----only kiss,
She was still a virgin, a prize beyond compare, 
and her innocence would only added to----their bliss.

He rushed without greeting the morning sun,
No time today---tomorrow that would be done.

On the hill overlooking her village---he stood still 
with his six pintos behind,
What he saw before him---he nearly lost his mind.

A wedding was happening between Owl Eyes and 
his Morning Glory,
His blood ran hot with rage, as he raced down to 
the village to find out the story.

Everyone, turned to face his approach---and Owl Eyes 
pointed to 12 horses---his gift to Chief Running Bear,
Whose look was not of surprise---but that he just did 
not care.

It made no difference to him, who Morning Glory married,
She was not his real child; she was the child his wife 
preciously carried.

Tears of hate and sadness inundated Morning Glory’s face,
This was the first time she hated her race.

Her mother ran to her side, and begged Chief Running 
Bear to stop the wedding now,
He laughed in her face and pushed her away---her tears 
he would not disavow.

No one could stop Lightning Wolf, as he stood on the 
cold hard ground,
He halted the wedding with his shot gun, a blast that 
echoed the sound.

Owl Eyes did not back down as three of his men behind
 him had spears and knives,
But Lightning Wolf was fast with his knife and strength of
many, as he ploughed through the enemy and took their lives.

Chief Running Bear was happy now---he had 18 horses, his 
old wrinkled face smiled as proof---no daughter and no wife,
Because she left the village with Lightning Wolf and Morning 

Glory--- she was starting a new life.
As sun set in all its magnificence wonder, Morning Glory and Lightning Wolf were inside their new teepee,
Where all their passionate love would create another life, this was their love nest where time was spent when they were not sleepy.
Many years later, their great grandchildren visited where the 
village once stood, so proud and successful, and a stone marker 
stands where Lightning Wolf and Morning Glory now rested their head,

Their spirits were long gone to the Hunting Ground in the sky to ride 
the White Buffalo it is read.

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Mister, Are You a Cowboy?

This poem is dedicated to all the Cowboys of American who help make this great Nation.

Mister, Are you a Cowboy? He asked the tall
man on his horse,
Yes, little man, I am of course.

The little fellow looked cold, because his little arms
were bare,
And the Cowboy could tell there was no one to care.

His clothes were rags and no shoes did he wear.
His big brown eyes all shiny with wonder,

As he patted the Cowboy’s big black horse named thunder.
The Cowboy’s blue eyes glistened with tears as he looked 
at the little arm that stuck out of----- what once was a sleeve,

“Please Mister Cowboy , stay a while, please don’t leave.”

“Where are you from, Son?” He asked as he glanced around the streets of town,

“I ran away from the orphanage.” Was his tearful reply as the little boy looked up without another sound.

He was light as a feather when the Cowboy put the skinny little body behind him,

“Well, hang on little man; we are going to my home.”And my name is Jim.

“My name is Zachary, but that is all I know,
Someone left me at the orphanage on the steps----in the snow.”

Years later, standing by a grave on the frozen Texas dirt,

Stood a tall handsome cowboy , who was hungry no more
--but now his heart hurt.

His twin sons three years old, stood proud and listening
------beside their Dad,
As he told the story of when he was--- just a lad.

And how God had given him a Cowboy Dad to love,

With tears streaming unchecked down his face, he looked above.

“God, take care of my Dad and give him his horse Thunder to ride,

this is a good man who always had my back, and stood by my side.”

“He will make all your Angel children happy riding with him and
Thunder, on your streets of gold,

Where children will always be warm and never cold.”

Amen, he said, and turned to take his sweet wife’s hand,

We will all meet you Mister Cowboy over in Glory land.

The twins dressed like little cowboys, walked slowly behind
their Mom and Dad,

They turned and waved to their precious Grandfather, and then
looked at each other, because they were sad.

On the tombstone was written, “Mister Cowboy Dad.”
 By the lonely graves they stood,
side-by- side- they made their stand,

Two carbon copies of a full grown man,

Hat in one hand and flowers in a vase in to
be placed in the sand.

And by another tombstone, stood a
newer one, it was true,but sad,
On the new tombstone it read, “Our Other Cowboy Dad.”

Around one twin’s legs were little arms wrapped so tight,
She held on to her daddy with all her might.

Until, a big muscled arm reached down to take the hand of
his child,
And bent down to speak softly in her ear, his rough voice he
made so tender and mild.

The other twin held a baby girl in his arms,
He cooed closely to the sweet face smiling back at him, with all
her mother’s charms.

When the sun started down, the twins left the sight,
With their children in hand, as they walked away, their
throats were tight.

So, from Heaven they hoped their Grandfather and father would see,
What great men and fathers they came to be.

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