HURRICANE OF LOVE

I wasn’t paying attention

When the storm roared in,

Rain poured down in torrents,

And caught me by surprise,

a terrible way to begin.

Water quickly rose to my ankles,

And I considered my present state,

But I didn’t run away, nor did I hesitate.

This was just a storm, not one to fear,

It was like all the others that appeared year after year.

I dallied in the cold waters, splashing around,

While the menacing water was rising all over town.

It was now up to my knees,

But I could still do just as I pleased.

People were evacuating, the water was getting deep,

And It was time for me to get serious,

For I had promises to keep.

But I didn’t listen to my heart,

I knew I couldn’t appease her, it might already be too late,

 So I hardened my heart and left it all to fate.

 The water was up to my chest,

And the current was strong.

But I began searching for my lover,

I had ignored her too long.

Cars were floating and the water was up to my chin,

People were climbing to their roof tops

It was quite a predicament I was in.

I couldn’t find my lover at first,

I worried she had been swept away,

I had not kept her safe, now there was hell to pay.

I dove into the murky water and searched each room,

I could not leave her to die alone in a watery tomb.

I was losing hope when I spotted a very small mouse.

Of course, I thought, as I followed him to the attic.

Aware that I might also get trapped inside the house.

From out of a corner something stirred.

My heart jumped when my love rushed into my arms.

She was safe and I held her tight.

Warmth and love were needed to escape further harm.

 While we waited for rescuers to appear,

We gave up selfish thoughts,

And pledged our love anew,

All we needed was a hurricane of love,

Nothing else would ever do.

August 28, 2017

 

 

 

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LOVE HAS ARRIVED

LOVE HAS ARRIVED

Lonely and aching, I knew there could be no hesitating,

If love should ever arrive.

My true love was out there somewhere,

Breathing the same air.

“Where are you?” I prayed each night,

And though I prayed with all my might,

I answered my own question talking to myself.

“You are not ready for love,

Not now, not yet, maybe not ever.”

You were but a shadow it seems,

I could not hold you or touch you,

You were a figment of my dreams.

I gave up after a while,

I never saw your eyes or your smile.

“Where are you?” I asked.

In my weakened state, I overlooked you.

But I grew, forgetting my own needs.

My life changed. You saw me helping others,

And you took a chance,

And taught me to love, to laugh, and to dance.

I was ready for love because you had opened my heart.

You are still in my dreams, but now I can hold you.

Love has arrived.

August 27, 2017

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Born Lucky

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I was born lucky.  I would have chosen my parents right from the start.  I was loved and I felt loved. Maybe they chose me and maybe I chose them.  They were a perfect fit.  I would never claim I was better than others or worse than others.  I know that I saw the world around me with a different view than others had.  When my friends and neighbors complained about their siblings or parents, I  remained silent or said I would choose the same two brothers and the  same four sisters and the same parents.

We didn’t always agree on some subjects but I  knew that our parents were special.  It wasn’t about money.  Money didn’t buy happiness. It wasn’t about material things at all.  We learned to enjoy the foods we had, mostly beans and potatoes and corn bread, and occasionally biscuits and gravy.  It wasn’t about the things we didn’t have.  We learned to use what we had and do without the things we didn’t have. Flour sacks became clothes. Hand-me-downs were common.  Time spent with family was valuable time.  Respect and truth and love were important.  Each day was part of a life-long learning experience.

Even though I didn’t have much I learned how to work, how to play, how to enjoy the world every day.  I was not perfect but I didn’t feel mean or rotten.  I wanted to help people who were hurting, sad, or lonely.  I was usually considered “nice”.  I was a good person, willing to help neighbors and friends.  I could change a tire, carry buckets of water, travel across countries, and participate in games without getting angry as long as there were rules to follow.  I believed in rules and fairness.

Lucky? Maybe I should say I was treated fairly in life. When I saw what others had, what they needed, and the conditions surrounding them, I knew I was blessed.  The world around us did not appear fair in its treatment to others.  Perhaps I was so naïve or oblivious to problems that I escaped what could have been painful experiences.

When I compared my circumstances with others, I began to wake up and observe.  When I visited a friend who  made great claims regarding things he owned, I discovered the truth.  His imagination gave him all the things he didn’t have.  He didn’t live in a mansion. He didn’t drive a fancy car.  He was surrounded by problems that he chose not to see.  He was ashamed to invite me inside his house. The house was tiny and crowded. The windows were broken and needed replacements. The floor had holes.  The house was cold and damp.

The worst of it was the human factor.  How could they survive with conditions like this? It got worse.  In another room his brother sat on a bed in dirty clothes. His eyes were glazed over, flies were clustered all over his face, and yet he was smiling.   I could not imagine living in that home.  His parents were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing the weather, waiting for some super cells to hit the area, and wondering where to go.

Maybe that is why I began volunteering, helping out when I could.  I came into this world looking to do something for others and this was my opportunity to quit talking and begin acting.  I am lucky because I got a good start in life. My life has been blessed even though I have physical problems. Physical problems will not hold me back. I am a poet and a writer.  I must encourage others to help make the world a better place. I must act quickly because death is always waiting and I don’t have time to die.

July 23, 2017

 

HIBERNATE

Let’s hibernate together when the first snow falls,

or make plans to go south when the lead goose calls.

“Hurry up, or we’ll be late,

This is a special time for us. Don’t you remember our first date?”

I was impatient, anxious to go,

But you emerged like a butterfly, my eyes got large, and my heart said, “Whoa!”

Each year with you is better than ever,

and I want to hold you for a day and forever.

We’ll lock the cave door and turn off the light,

and cuddle passionately through this magical night.

I don’t want intruders to interrupt our sleep,

We’ll love intensely, hard and deep,

Let’s hibernate together when the first snow falls,

or make plans to travel when the first goose calls.

June 27, 2017

THROUGH YOUR EYES

I want to travel the world through your eyes,

Finding love and treasures beyond the skies.

My poems may tell of adventures I found,

But my heart will always be homeward bound.

Everything I am, you taught me to feel,

Without your love, nothing is real.

My heart is packed to travel light,

I wish,  I wish, with all my might,

To be with you all through the night.

I miss your laughter, your love, your charms,

You should be next to me, within my arms.

I am growing older with each passing day,

And yet my love grows stronger in every way.

You make me need your love within,

And yes, it’s true, I miss skin to skin.

I claim your heart as I dream about you,

Dancing in darkness until morning dew.

All my life I waited for your kiss,

But I never believed the passion would be like this.

I’ll be in your heart and your dreams too,

Walking, dancing, and loving you.

I’ll travel the world as you cross the sea,

But when you need love, come home to me.

June 26, 2017

CRINGE

Whenever I make a huge mistake I cringe inside, upset with myself for making such a blunder.  I find many mistakes in my life and I try to correct them as I go.  Unfortunately, I’m falling behind.  I can’t catch them all. My only consolation is that my repairs turn into experience and experience turns into wisdom.  And if all else fails, I will sit quietly and let everyone think I’m wise.

I cringe when I think there is so much I can do to help others. There is so little time and so much I could do. I know I don’t help enough. I used to complain I was the one who was hurt, but I’ve learned to complain less.

I think I was born lonely with a huge empty place in my heart waiting to be filled with love. Others couldn’t make me happy with shovelfuls of love. I couldn’t wait for that.  I had to bring love to the world and the empty space will fill up.  Love always replaces itself. I decided that if I do kind deeds, love others with passion, and treat all people with respect, love will be there flowing through me.

I cringe when I think of wasted years, wasted tears, all because I held on to negative ideas and pain, when I could have used the power within to help others.  To love others without reward keeps my heart overflowing.  I can reach out to friends, family, and strangers. This world is tough and I am ready to help.

june 25, 2017

 

LEANN

I watched her enter and sit down at her accustomed place.  She stretched and rubbed her neck. It was evident she carried the tension of the world on her shoulders.

 “Could I massage your neck and shoulder?” I asked.

“No,” she replied.  She made it clear she would remain untouched, without the relief she would receive.

She was a beautiful woman, intelligent and wise, but a contradiction, much to my surprise. Without any discussion I began putting this woman into words.

She wants love but deep inside she’s afraid.

Afraid to be alone, not wanting to lose someone once again,

She struggles to open her heart and trust another man.

Attention is on her list, she wants desperately to be kissed,

Yet she hides behind castle walls, Even when love calls. 

Needing affection, she still stays emotionally apart,

Afraid to be connected to her heart.

She has learned to love less,

Hiding behind walls and avoiding stress.

She claims to be an open book and says anyone can look,

But she doesn’t expect to be given honor and respect,

She doesn’t talk about neglect or reject, or feelings to suspect.

 

She needs attention without begging,

Affection without complaining,

Appreciation without whining.

Her mind is ready if love calls,

But her heart is locked within castle walls.

She squeezes the last drop out of routines,

Listens openly without condemning,

She shrugs off compliments,

A woman who knitted her heart tightly,

An only child with an only child

She shrugs off compliments

Whether intense or mild.

She’s discovered she can trust,

Until time’s very end,

A handful of people

And one best friend.

Her world still contains fun foods

Like a banana crème pie,

Filled with tasty ingredients

Straight from the sky.

June 22, 2017

 

 

BLOSSOMS

BLOSSOMS IN HER HAIR

She wore a blossom in her hair,

A symbol of her love,

Telling me without words

That she was always there

And in the mood for love.

Each blossom represented

Her passion and to what degree,

From white to deep red,

Clues easy for me to see.

Just one quick glance

Gave me a chance,

To compose myself.

If loving her was a crime,

I always needed more time

To calm down and think of romance.

I’m sure others knew her intent.

When the blossom was crimson

And the air was full of love’s scent

We went out in the evenings,

Her complete flavor and taste,

Mine to enjoy fully without waste.

I’ll always remember how our love

Grew stronger each time we met,

Inspired by blossoms I could never forget,

Color coded for the rest of my life.

Color coded by my lover, my sweetheart, my wife.

June 17, 2017

 

Magnetism

It could have been your eyes,

But I’m not sure.

All I know is that something drew me to you.

It could have been your personality,

But I couldn’t stay away.

Every time I danced with you,

Oh, how the time flew.

We were not the same,

Though we played the same game.

We came together with passion

Until we were pulled apart.

Two people in love but we couldn’t stay together.

It seemed that when we were positive or negative

At the same time,

We pushed apart.

It was only when we discovered the secret,

“Opposites Attract”,

That we were happiest and found true magnetism.

June 16, 2017

THE DANCE of love

THE DANCE OF LOVE

 

Silky and smooth,

Her skin is carved from alabaster,

Very soft to the touch.

As they dance he is very much aware

Of her gown clinging to every inch.

The pressure of his hands guides her,

Taking her on a journey across the universe.

She responds to his touch,

Gliding and sailing over the marble floor,

Becoming more and more

A part of him.

Slight dips and spins become movements of love,

Her heated body melting into his.

She wears nothing between the outer fabric and her skin,

And he struggles to keep focused.

A few quick steps and he lifts her into the air,

Triumphantly, aware of eyes watching admiringly.

He lowers her, and she touches ground gracefully.

She whispers into his ear and they disappear into the night,

Dashing the hopes of those who were watching.

But at the same time encouraging them to dream,

To dream and love and create their own fantasy.

 

June 15, 2017