Thinking Queen

Alone with myself

Thinking many thoughts of you

Memories don’t fade.

Ask who you might be

The response I am the Queen.

How could you not know?

Intimidating Lady

Intimidating
You seem to see me this way

Your viewpoint is skewed.

Notice who I am

Intimidating’s not me

See the one who’s here.

I am a lady. 

A gentleman’s still a man.

Roles should be observed.

Pondering Situations

Pondering it all

Forced to make choices in life

How do I decide?

Situations change

I’m starting over again.

What do I do now?

Situations change

Why can’t they remain the same?

Here we go again.

Hope Haikus

Don’t stop believing

Another corner awaits

Rainbows have an end.

Constantly yearning

They say the hardship does end

A broken heart mends.

Dragonflies and You

Kisses, hugs and smiles

A delicious afternoon

Spending time with you.

Cloudless sunny sky

Relaxing on a hilltop

Dragonflies zip by.

AS FOR LETTING GO

“If you love me say you love me

But if you don’t just let me go.”

Well George, it’s not that easy

As you and I both know.

It’s possible to love someone

And words may never show

How full this depth of love

Will always be and grow.

And as for letting go,

Who said that you could leave?

It’s just not possible

No, not at all.

SHOWERS

It’s tiny teardrops bursting and falling to the ground; a small black cloud shivers lonely in the sky. The wind begins to howl and the sky turns to Grey. Soon, more tiny black clouds will be coming our way.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Pitter. Pitter. Patter.

The music plays so loud that it turns into a clatter. There are puddles everywhere so we must all tread with care. Liquid in vivid motion so we must beware.

Damp musty clothing hanging in the hall; warm toasty oven waiting for us all. Someone’s making cocoa. Someone sweet and kind; to help relieve the dampness that’s crept into my mind.

Still outside the teardrops fall in step with time. Slowly getting louder and seemingly unkind. Then outside it rumbles sparks ignite the sky. Inside someone near me slowly starts to cry.

“Hush” I say, “Dear small one don’t worry oh so much. The teardrops they can’t hurt you. I love you dear.” And such. Then finally the dark clouds continue on their way. Dark foreboding big clouds who’ll come back another day. Till then my dear don’t worry

“Don’t worry dear” I say. “I’ll stay with you my darling. I’ll stay with you always.”

THE KEY TO THE DOOR

After the shadows, before the rain, between the heartbeats and thoughts of pain is a stillness known to none but a few who are blessed with the ability to feel the kiss of the old and new on their cheeks.

Music is the key to this forgotten place. Not just any music, soul searching, mind boggling, spine tingling rhythms won’t do. It must be a simple tune both pure and sweet. Bright and pretty dark or deep, whichever melody it plays, it’s the simplicity, which it conveys that keeps the key to the door in the mind of the one lost to us for a time.

When the music plays, a room unlocks and pours the deepest feelings in ones heart out with the hopes, dreams and fears of love and laughter life and tears. Once accomplishing this, the door will close, the shadows retreat and the rain starts to flow. It washes away all traces of woe and heart beats grow stronger as time starts to go.

The stillness now broken lets the world reappear. The mind has been opened gone are heartaches and fear. The cycle continues again and again until finally the music proceeds to win.

THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE STORM

It’s wet and cold, it’s dreary and dark.

The lightening flashes an evil spark.

The thunder roars with a lion’s temper.

The raindrops fall in tempo.

The storm is approaching little by little

It takes it’s own sweet time.

The storm is coming it’s gradually coming

To keep the world in darkness.

It’s wet and cold dark and dreary;

It’s coming to blot out the sun.

There’s no way to stop it,

There’s no place to run

The storm will Always find you.

It has no shape.

It has no form.

It’ll come at anytime.

The storm is approaching the young and the old

It doesn’t matter who you are.

It’s coming to find you. It always will.

It’s coming to take you. It always does.

Its fury will find you and take you away;

There is no resistance that you can use

It takes you and then-

RINGING AND KNOCKING

I

Silent Rings

And Rusty boxes

Time ticks by

No knocks I hear.

Outside my window

Continued noises

Laughter, Lights

That’s all I hear.

II

Silent Rings

And rusty boxes

Bells not heard

And notes not writ

Time ticks on and on and on

Traffic hums

And pulses run

That’s all I know.

III

Where to go and what to do

When will I find someone who,

Will fill my ears with ringing and knocking

Stop the sound of the tick, tick, tocking.

Take me where the laughter is

Traffic STOP, when I am his.

HEY NOW

And I say hey now, hey now won’t you come with me

And we’ll play in the sunshine next to the shim’ring sea.

And darlin’, darlin’ you won’t worry none

Our lives won’t be empty living beneath the sun.

Love me, love me today and everyday

And we’ll sail down the ocean the current flows our way.

Oh, hey now, hey now, the sun shines bright all day

All the while we live beneath it we’ll dance and sing and play.

Our lives will be a party from now till summer’s end.

Trapped by the troubles in my mind

Trapped by the troubles in my mind
Outside I often find
Others have their troubles too
I tell myself it's not just you.

Conversations overheard
Youngster's troubles different words
Same as mine at a different time
We all have issues they will find.

Trapped by the troubles in our mind.
Nothing's new just rearranged
Why must we be so estranged?
All this trouble, nothing's changed

Believe in Yourself

"We are all mad here."

The Cheshire Cat says

as he disappears.

Anger, Confusion, and Eccentricity

All that and more

your personal identity.

"We are all mad here."

The Cheshire Cat says

as he reappears.

Laughter, Love, Hope and Serenity

All this and more

your personal identity.

"We are all mad here."

The Cheshire Cat says

as he holds back tears.

Tears of Laughter.

Tears of Joy.

Silent tears filled with noise.

Believe in yourself

Or fade away

Listen child to what I say.

"We are All mad here."

"We Are all mad here."

"We are all mad Here."

Essence of Woman

To quote Maya, "Still I rise."

Rubenesque, Zaftig and Queen size

Voluptuous Goddess of Fertility,

Essence of Woman

That's ME!

Dangerous Curves;

Caution Don't Swerve.

Everyone is Not a Winner

Here have a reward,

NO need to work hard.

Just show up breathing

 A prize you're receiving

It's as easy as that nowadays.

Hard work is passe.

Tough knocks

Fade away.

Learn a lesson from life

Not a chance.

Participate

and we congratulate

The mere fact that you are there.

Work hard and win

Apparently's a sin.

In society today

Everyone wins.  

As Yet Untitled

Remember, I Love you, although you forget.
Remember, I Love you when I'm off on My Own.
There are many times I think You're NOT with Me
But I know With You as a friend that really can't be.
We have different Passions;Not all of them shared.
But through it all, We've been quite the Pair.
Stop feeling bitter when it seems I'm not there.
Remember I Love You Remember I care.
Don’t throw up fences that don’t need to be there.

Element of Space

The huge cube stood flat on the ground

Smooth and Black

Standing next to it confident and strong

The Beauty climbed the ladder towards the top.

A space odyssey

Domineering it's place.

Big, Black, Blank;

Harnessed power of a thousand ponies

Burning inside.

Time stands still.

Bursting with internal light

Stars take flight

How high does the ladder go?

The beauty will seek,

Climbing until once again

Smooth and Black,

Harnessed power,

Burning inside

The huge cube stands flat on the ground.

Default Value

Default Value

What's the cost?

Default Value

Something's been lost.

Default Value

A standard setting.

Default Value

What are you getting?

WHAT IS IT?

What is it that makes me so confused

That makes me forget all reason?

What is it that makes me feel refreshed

That makes me love all seasons?

What is it that I cannot stand

That makes me feel like crying?

What is it that reaches for my hand

That stops my soul from dying?

Why is it that it’s seldom here until you stop to look

And even then it disappears to hide inside a nook?

A babbling brook, a running stream, a water fall, a waking dream

A rainbow’s end, a trusted friend all mixed in to one.

A laughing cow, a garbage scow, a toasted chocolate cake

A silent circle, a tender touch, a warm endearing face.

What is it that I cannot know until it falls into me?

What is it that’s always here waiting to come through me?

What is it?

What is It?

INTERNAL QUESTIONS

Will you make love to me only with thyne eyes?

Will you forgive me if I plagiarize?

Will you ever tire of me asking if you love me?

Will you mind if I don’t tell you just as often that I love you?

Will you be as affectionate with me as I am with you?

Will you understand when I stop and stare at you?

Will you sing for me a song of love?

Will you comfort me when something’s wrong?

Will you hold me just because?

Will you let me go when I need to be alone?

Will you accept me as I am?

Will you love me as much as I love you?

Will you dance with me at home, alone when no music plays?

Will you sit with me in the park with nothing to say?

Will you still love me when you don’t like what I’ve done today?

Will you still love me when I don’t like you too?

Will you ever tire of me asking if you love me?

Will you still love me if I never ask at all?

ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS A GIRL

The sky was blue the fields were green and I was eating ice cream.

The scent of roses filled the air and I was soaring with it

I saw a woman standing on a corner all alone

So I walked over to talk to her and maybe help her home

She looked at me and smiled; a memory in her eyes she said,

“Darling child, I am home. At least as close as I will get.”

I didn’t understand her but she didn’t seem to mind

She asked me to stay with her and help to ease her mind.

“Once upon a time I was a girl.” She said

“A long, long time ago. But now I’m just an old woman.

A woman who wants to know: From where does the rainbow shine?

Where do falling stars go? But most of all where does all the time go?

Where does it go?” I didn’t understand her questions At least I didn’t then.

But now, as I sit here alone in the park and watch the children play, somewhere in the recesses of my mind I hear the answers to her questions; At least I think I do.

Colors seem to come out of your mind. Rainbows are just thoughts all in line. Falling stars, I’ve seen them on the shore then just grains of sand and nothing more. I still wonder where all the time goes. I don’t think I’ll ever know. But once upon a time I was a girl.

 Yes, once upon a time I was a girl.

INTERNAL QUESTIONS

Will you make love to me only with thyne eyes?

Will you forgive me if I plagiarize?

Will you ever tire of me asking if you love me?

Will you mind if I don’t tell you just as often that I love you?

Will you be as affectionate with me as I am with you?

Will you understand when I stop and stare at you?

Will you sing for me a song of love?

Will you comfort me when something’s wrong?

Will you hold me just because?

Will you let me go when I need to be alone?

Will you accept me as I am?

Will you love me as much as I love you?

Will you dance with me at home, alone when no music plays?

Will you sit with me in the park with nothing to say?

Will you still love me when you don’t like what I’ve done today?

Will you still love me when I don’t like you too?

Will you ever tire of me asking if you love me?

Will you still love me if I never ask at all?