Got Poetry?II

[blueeyz]

This place reminds me of an old abandoned playground where I can stop in and play every now and again. -

The Distance

Fear – it’s not really a choice;
Rather a shadow that hovers in the corners of the mind
Ready to stop me at the most inopportune moment;
Blurring the answers I so wish to find.

Courage – doesn’t mean fear’s disappeared;
Just means I am ready to laugh defiantly in its face.
I have seen much, and heard much, to let it control me;
I am learning how to reign in it and put it in its place.

Travelling the distance
Is no simple task
Coming face to face
With demons from the past;
Willing to feel
What I refused to before
Accepting what I can’t feel
And I’ll try to no more.

Rage – the storm unleashes itself;
Swells deep inside; doesn’t take long to burst.
Once it gets going there’s no satiating the hunger;
Parched from the heat there’s no quenching the thirst.

Peace – it’s the eye of the storm;
Serenity breathing new life into me.
Sorting through painful words I pretended didn’t hurt;
Healing takes so long, is that how it’s supposed to be?

Travelling the distance
Is no simple task
Coming face to face
With demons from the past;
Willing to feel
What I refused to before
Accepting what I can’t feel
And I’ll try to no more.

Dark – places we all have to visit;
Reminds us we’re humans so beautifully flawed.
Deny you’re hiding nothing behind that sweet seductive smile
And I’ll stare you down coldly and call you a fraud.

Light – took a while for me to see it
When my judgement was clouded and I looked the other way;
Fumbling through the mayhem, I catch glimpses of clarity
And I wake to the blank canvas of another hopeful day.

Travelling the distance
Is no simple task
Coming face to face
With demons from the past;
Willing to feel
What I refused to before
Accepting what I can’t feel
And I’ll try to no more.

[grumpypirate]

Stunning Blue! Simply stunning. I think my favorite lines were Rage and Peace. I loved to comparison to a storm.

[blueeyz]

Thank you, GP!

[bostongirl]

Blue - absolutely amazing!!! I think this is your best yet. sp well written. It rings close to home for me.

[blueeyz]

Thank you, Boston! Glad I shared, glad you like.

[bostongirl]

I miss all the visitors to this playground. Perhaps if i make enough noise we will see some wander back in here...

The Storm

Like the purity of snow, falling with beauty and grace
Covering my world with its blanket of oneness
Layer by layer smothering the moments of light
Slowly building its fortress of silence

Observers admire the elegant landscape
So pretty, so poised, so stoic
Groomed to perfection careful not to reveal
The dark storm that is brewing within

My shelter has vanished, nothing left to protect me
Food for my heart a thing of the past
How will I survive this storm that engulfs me?
How will I find my new path?

[bostongirl]

The Replacements

Together so long like a pair of old shoes
A strange brand of comfort knowing you were always there
Until that very moment when the world stood still
Fear and Worry you fled for good on that dark day

Invading my sleep each and every night
Fear and Worry you played all night long
Dancing through thoughts, whispers to my soul
Constantly making your presence known

And now you are gone, like a flash disappeared
Leaving me forever I can only hope
Your replacements have arrived to take up your space
Sad and Empty have quickly settled in

[bostongirl]

US

No glance unnoticed
No touch unfelt
No words unspoken
No kisses forgotten

Every smile exchanged
Every memory treasured
Laughter ours’ each day
Love always freely gifted

We did it all
No regrets

We just didn’t want to see the end
That’s all

[blueeyz]

Amazing, Liz...pure and straight from your heart.
I am happy you are sharing these, and I hope it is cathartic for you.
I also hope that one day, when you are ready, you write "The Replacements II" with two very different words.

[BBE]

Liz, I'm so glad you're finding the words again. So heartfelt!

Shelly, that is such a powerful poem. I especially like the part about not trying to make yourself feel what you don't feel. There is a lot of freedom in that decision.

to you both!

[blueeyz]

Thank you, Nancy! You are right...there is freedom in that decision. And until you get to that point, you are definitely not free.

[keysunset]

How are all the poetry people doing? Miss seeing your work.

I wonder how things are going for Star and the addition to the family!

Peace to you all.

[bostongirl]

. where is everyone?? It's like a ghost town around here. I need some cheering up. how about something to make me laugh??? Blue, BBE, Key, Star, GP???

The Enemy

Creeping forward relentlessly
Not willing to turn back
Turning memories into distance
Time, you have become the enemy

You’ve made it seem a lifetime
Since my heart was full and whole
Yet I can still count in moments
When his breath touched my soul

Although my heart is standing still
Each day goes by without his sound
Time, I will never ever let you
Erase the other half that was mine

[keysunset]

Hi bostongirl! I wish I had something to make you laugh.

How about "may the 4th be with you" ... since this is May 4 ... yeah, that's lame. ;-)

I don't know where everyone else is. There's a cadre of us down in the basement, but otherwise the board is very lonely.

Hope you are doing well and will post more poetry!

[bostongirl]

Oh Key, your attempt alone made me giggle, thanks!!

i actually took a few minutes today and reset my profile so i could get to the basement to say hello. I was then compelled to read back a few pages to see how everyone has been. it is sort of intertesting reading backwards, like starting a book on the last page... ;D ;D . Of course, i was interrupted by work and havent had a chance to get back in.

I hope my other friends will also post some work. It has been quite here. This place needs someone to make a rukus!!

Key - hope you are doing well and have fun things planned for the summer.

Liz

[blueeyz]

OK, my dear Boston, here's a little something for you. Hope you at least crack a smile when you read it. If you read my latest FB status, you'll know what inspired it.

Fun-Size


I’m the type of girl who’ll look you straight in the eye;
I might have to look WAY up…
But don’t even try
To mess with me,
Address me
As a sweet cutie-pie;
Cuz that’s you talking nonsense
And that ain’t gonna fly.

I’m the type of girl who’ll make my way to the front;
I might have to push you aside,
You’ll end up bearing the brunt
Of my fortitude
My attitude
When I’m on the hunt
For that perfect front-row spot
And I’ll pull every last stunt.

I’m the type of girl who knows how to hypnotize;
You might have to look WAY down
But you’ll fall prey to my eyes…
They’ll hold you still
And control your will
And you’ll feel mesmerized;
Don’t underestimate the power
Of a girl who’s a “fun-size.”

[bostongirl]

sweet, sweet Blue

Your physique may be fun-size but your heart is giant-size!!! Thanks for making me laugh. And as you well know, i can totally relate..haha!!!

Thank you!

[grumpypirate]

I love that one Blue! It reminds me of a friend I had back in high school she always told me that she wasn't short she was fun size. Then she told me one time she was the last to get wet but the first to drown. Still girl.

[keysunset]

I was working on a little piece in my guitar class, something for a church retreat. And not something I picked out, but was assigned to me. My guitar teacher and I just played it through together and then looked at each other and he said, "wow, that's a song without a tune," at the same time I said, "that song hasn't got much of a tune!" Great minds think alike I suppose.

Anyhow, teacher said, "song without a tune", that'd make a good song title.

And it got me thinking so that after I left class and drove to my next appointment, I made up a little poem that I might actually try to set to music. Here 'tis:


O little song, you have no tune,
Just lovely words like moon and June,
And the lovely thoughts when lovers spoon,
O little song without a tune.

The tune you had cannot be found,
I've listened closely but hear no sound,
And I have listened all around,
But where it is, cannot be found.

What will we do, without this clue,
Without a tune to sing you to.
I fear we will be sad and blue,
O song, what will become of you.