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Friday, August 05, 2011

Meteor Struck

Meteor struck,
Shelter,
Shelter,
From the storm?

A kiss,
With weight,
Of love, lust, and need,

So much at once would break a lesser woman and create a lesser poem. :)
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The poem from which this one reflected
http://poemflesh2.blogspot.com/2011/08/butterfly-girls.html
WEdneSdaY'S cHiLd by Cynthia

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Onions?

A person,
Is like an onion,
And the layers,
Are that,
Which has been placed,
To hide the sweet sweet heart,
From all but the true.


In response to a piece by Cynthia

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

On a piece of Frost

Love is always shot,
Through,
With that salt,
Which joy never lacks.
Happy needs unhappy,
Heart to be warmed,
A sharpened shard of,
A hardened throbbing heart,
At home in it’s lovers breast be.

I believe I wrote this in response to one of Cynthia's haiku.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

A reflection Poem















Is the rain
Ruling your heart
Those drops
Are springtime's start
No need for saddness
As the flowers in all
Their radness
Will help you enjoy the sun.

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Another one on Perspective

Lessons Learned


One of life's,
Main lessons learned,
Is the pain by which,
Perspective's earned.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Muse

MUSE



A cafe to share remembrances,
And in the corner,
The lurking shadow of truth.
The muse,
Within the heart,
Never dies,
Or fade,
It is we,
Who erode and accumulate….

I wrote this in response to the line by Illyria, “the pay’s reliable. muses get old. they die.”

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The scene of the accident

A memory


Flowering potted plants,
Glowingly growing among,
Shards of shattered glass,
A memory of pain,
Thankful,
For,
Today.

A year ago a friend was driving towards her home and had an accident in which the vehicle rolled several times. Just the other day she recounted her experience walking past the place. As she walked by the scene of broken glass she spotted potted plants flowering. She said it both saddened and lifted her. Apparently others had died there in similar accidents and the flowers were planted in memory. :)

Monday, February 21, 2011

No Peace/No profit #2

Prophet's Profit


It never,
Is the prophets,
Who,
From altruism,
Profits,
I doubt any,
Of the many,
True prophets of,
Humanity,
Ever had as,
A primary,
Motivation,
The acquisition of power,
For just the sake of power.