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[bostongirl]

Kindness of Strangers

Your heart stretched wide open
Your hands with their warm, gentle touch
We are total strangers
Yet you seem to care so much

Patience your glowing halo
Kindness your swift sword
Your gifts are given unconditionally
Sharing this burden of life with us

When helplessness overtakes the skies
Your compassion soothes day after day
Gently guiding us to a better place
Always knowing just what to say

What unseen power
Gives you the strength
To enter our nightmare
I know you have better options

I will forever be grateful
Dear strangers of grace
For your love and support
During these darkest of days

Thank you

[blueeyz]

Well done, Liz. You are on a roll!

I should post something soon as it's been a while...

[BBE]

Liz, your new poems are so moving. They really touch my heart. I'm glad you're writing again--I think it will help you a lot during this time.

[bostongirl]

Shelly - thanks. I look forward to reading one of your poems. You always inspire me.

Nancy - thank you. It feels good to write again. Hope you will consider sharing some of your works here sometime!!

[bostongirl]

Happy Valentines Day

Lester

I’m in love
I have been for a long time
A man stole my heart
Never to be returned

They say you don’t love a person
Only how they make you feel
I’m in love with the rush and thrill
Inside when he comes near

I am in love with his quirky humor
Although corny and goofy and fun
He makes me laugh when I don’t want to
His mission to make me come undone

He holds me with the strength of a giant
Yet so gentle and tender with intent
Secure and safe in his strong arms
Knowing the world can do me no harm

I’m in love with his sweet, crooked smile
And his happy, sparkling blue eyes
His nose so perfect and long
Where else would I ever belong?

His most precious gift is his heart
Kind, gentle and open to all
Ill will never allowed a visit
Gifting children endless hugs and wet kisses

I’m in love with a man of character
Silently maintaining the good path
Reaching out with no expectations
Good will always in his heart

Humility is his trademark
Inner strength his warrior’s sword
Words are not his life’s forte
Actions speak replacing his voice

I am in love with a man beyond measure
Infinity doesn’t seem to come close
I’m in love with a man named Lester
Thank goodness I had no choice

[blueeyz]

I love this one, Liz! So heartfelt, expressive, and emotional. Your recent poems reveal to me a paradox: life seems to have dealt you both a certain hand...and with that hand you two are so unlucky, and at the same time, so very lucky. Hope that makes sense...

Got one to share. I have no idea where I was going with it....just wrote it and thought I'd post it.

Dichotomy

The cold air
Though it’s bracing
How I long for the heat
It overpowers…when you hold me
When we’re tangled in the sheets.

The cold air
I run against it
Breathing hard, working up a sweat
Purging yes, changing no
Every road leading to regret.

Wisdom eludes me
And this confuses me
How many times will we repeat the same mistakes?
We suffer
We mourn
We recover
We’re reborn
And never ready to say this is more than we can take.

We’re either weak
Or strong
To keep holding on

We’re either afraid
Or brave
To let the storms just pass on

And leave us
Shaking
In their wake
Desperately needing to be held
Knowing the heaven that beckons us
Is worth suffering through hell

The cold air
Though it pushes me
Pushes me up against a wall
I know that you’re with me
And you won’t let me fall.

You’d give everything to save me
And think nothing of it, at all.

[bostongirl]

Blue - You are right on about the paradox. I guess you could say we are the unluckiest lucky couple on the planet. ;D. I am so very, very grateful for everything, no matter what.

I love your poem Dichotomy. It is what relationships are all about. And perhaps life. Well written. Thanks for sharing.

[starcrossed]

Well done ladies I love reading all the new work that you both have been so kind to post here.

As always I am busy....but it is such a gift to be able to stop by here and read your creative brillance shining bright!

Much love to you all....

Steph

[starcrossed]

Just stopping in to see how life is treating everyone...

[starcrossed]

Change

We live for those around us,
Never breathing for ourselves.

Following a chosen path,
Shackles on our bare and injured feet.

Hoping for some semblance of a future,
While praying that no one will remember about the past.

Life...
A light that slowly burns away.

Like a candle melting fast...
There is no way to make it stay.

Cry tears for tomorrow,
Cuz' there is no time today.

Change...
Better start today.

Running down your sanity,
Trying to stay afloat.

Sinking ship in turbulent seas,
When sadness is no joke.

A hole inside grows bigger and bleeds...
While all the madness slowly starts to choke.

Life...
A light that slowly burns away.

You need to break the chains!

Like a candle melting fast...
There is no way to make it stay.

Somehow hope can find a way!

Cry tears for tomorrow,
Cuz' there is no time today.

Change...
Better start today.

Start breathing for yourself...
It is time to make a change!

Change...
I know you will find a way.

[Stiletto]

Very nice Steph!

[bostongirl]

Great poem Steph!! Good to hear from you again. Hope all is well with you and your family.

[starcrossed]

Mar 14, 2010 7:27:33 GMT -5 Stiletto said:

Very nice Steph!

Hi stranger!!! Thank you... I hope all is well with you and your family.

[starcrossed]

Thank you Liz I am running around a bit crazy lately, but family and life are doing wonderfully thank you! Hope all is well within your life as well.

[blueeyz]

I really like your poem, Steph! Thanks for posting it! Glad to see you and your family are doing well.

[blueeyz]

Off the cuff...(well, sort of)

Beginning

Standing in the doorway
Hesitant to walk outside
Afraid I’ll turn around
And escape to what’s inside.

There’s really nothing left
But I’m foolish, and I’m weak;
I’d rather justify
Or turn the other cheek.

I’ve turned into some sort of warrior
Tilting at windmills, or so it seems
And life carries on without me
While I waste away in a dream.

I wish for the dawn
To enlighten me
To inspire me
Rather than frighten me.

How easy it would be
To fade away quietly in the night;
How rewarding it could be
To shine intensely, like the sun’s light.

I can motivate myself with powerful words,
Repeat myself hundreds of times,
But without action, what do they mean?
Nothing…just wishful, empty lines.

Time…I wish I could control
But I wouldn’t even begin to know how.
As the sands slip away…
Stories unfolding…
Ending, beginning…
The time to write a new story
Is now.

[bostongirl]

Hi Blue - I just saw your new poem. I like it very much. Taking action is not always easy.

Here is my latest.

Fire Fighter

My life much like a burning building
Flames lashing out without warning
The heat at times too much to bear
Seems such a danger to venture near

I watch as many turn to flee
I don’t blame them for their fears
It is difficult to know what to do
And more awkward what to say

The few who run towards the flames
Forever grateful yet I do not understand
With disregard for their own wellness
They come prepared to pull me from the fire

My love comes with no conditions
It matters not which way you turn
My arms remain wide open
There’s no need for all to be my fire fighter

[BBE]

Wow--so many excellent new poems since I was last here! Good work, poets!!!


I feel like posting a poem today, so here it goes....


Playing

At the keyboard
the music pulls me in.
The sounds coming from
my piano match the sounds
in my head.

It is perfect.
Not perfect in technicalities,
but perfect in the flow,
the flowing out of all the
emotions I am feeling.
I close my eyes, and the
printed music vanishes.

Now I am playing my own
music, that shifts and
turns as my mind urges it on.
Time no longer exists.
Only the notes, merging into chords,
separating out again,
phrase following phrase.

My soul is singing,
and the pain is draining
out my fingertips.
I play until peace returns
and I can sleep.

[bostongirl]

Nancy
!!!!!!!
Excellent poem!! I really love it. I miss playing music. I have been thinking about taking up guitar rather than return to the sax. I can totally relate to this poem and what a release it is and how fulfilling to express yourself through music.

Thanks so much for sharing

Liz

[starcrossed]

Wonderful work Blue, Liz and Nancy!!! I am proud of all of your amazing creativity!!!

Steph