Monthly Archives: October 2013

InkBlood Writers Weekend ~ Round 4, Entry #1

When I wake up with you, there’s always a sunrise in my backyard…..

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How is it, when I wake up with you, there’s always a sunrise in my backyard?

I crawled to you last night, broken and lost,
Tearful eyes, my soul bladed, criss crossed.
No place else to hide, distorted thoughts,
No want to be, the life in me dwarfed.

I stumbled, I struggled, I fell into your arms,
My life in your hands, my tears in your palms.
You brushed off my hair, across my face,
I died in your arms, woken up by your embrace.

Middle of the night, I had no track of time.
I woke up to your voice, calming, sublime.
Your nervous hands, scared, shivering this time,
You lifted me up, smiled and said its dinnertime.

You fed me love, you fed me your care,
You kissed my lips, caressed my body bare.
You fed me hope, drowned in my despair,
You looked right through me, your…

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Composed

 

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A mind of free expression,

an eternal fantasy.

Just me is who I am,

no one in control.

Laugh, cry, pretend,

never know how it will end.

Longing for a piece of the composition pie,

not sure how fast or slow the pen may flow.

Does not matter if words are scattered,

for they are unfamiliar to all other eyes.

I do not write to judge or criticize,

despite what others may think.

I am just a mind of free expression,

with endless waves of imagination.

 

Poetry by Tammy More @ 2013

Mighty Oak

 

 

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Stand tall oh mighty oak, for all the world to see, your strength and undying beauty

forever amazes me.

Though storm clouds hover above you,

your branches span the sky,

in search of the radiant sunlight you count on to survive.

When the winds are high and restless, and you lose a limb or too,

it only makes you stronger, we could learn so much from you.

Though generations have come and gone and brought about such change,

quietly you’ve watched them all, yet still remained the same.

I only pray God to give me the strength he’s given you,

to face each day with hope,

whether skies are black or blue,

Life on earth is truly a gift

every moment we must treasure,

it’s the simple things we take for granted

that become our ultimate pleasures.

 

Poetry by Kathy J. Parenteau

 

This is one of my favorite poems.  Hope you enjoy!

Consumed

 

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Alone I sit staring into an empty glass,

wondering if this will be my last.

A hollow feeling of intoxication,

a temporary state of happiness.

Why is this what I choose to consume?

A liquid addiction to drown out the world

around me.

A path I did not want to take,

one man who made a lifetime of mistakes.

Oblivious to the person I became,

available to any man as if hunting for game.

For I was not discreet,

night after night, unconscious and without shame.

A black widow collecting her mates,

no one worthy enough to keep in the web.

The poison that swallowed my being,

almost  brought death.

This dark shadow never will I forget,

for it is an imprint of past regret.

 

Poetry by Tammy More @2013

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

Poetry is like shot silk with many glowing colours…. FROM Preface to Works

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Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white,

Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.

The fire-fly wakens; waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost she glimmers on me.

Now lies the earth all Danae to the stars,

And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves

A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

And slips into the bosom of the lake.

So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip

Into my bosom and be lost in me.

 

Poetry by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Foggy

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Fog is here today,

A blanket that covers the earth.

Hiding what you cannot see,

a blurred image of what may be.

From where did it come,

a surprise for my eyes.

How long before the sun will shine.

It’s journey is one unexplained,

only Mother Nature knows it’s true game.

A sheath of wonder and mystery,

cool, calm and without shame.

In no hurry, that is true,

I step outside to find

the haze starring back at me.

There is just one thing to say,

Fog is here today.

 

Poem by Tammy More @ 2013

InkBlood Writers Weekend ~ Round 3, Entry #1

Talent and inspiration for this Tuesday. Enjoy!

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Infinitum Interference

Thou shalt not let the world in between
Thou shall not let the sanctity of touch be sullied
Thou shall not let the piety of word be ruined
Thou shall not let the love be laid out for all to see.

Thou shall not let the beloved wail.
thou shall not let the amour fail.
Thou shall not hold the trust hostage with semantics.
Thou shall not defy the bond with folly.

Thou shall put me second to none.
Thou shall love me more than you can.
Thou shall love my love for you as it comes.
Thou shall not snuff the winter morning’s sun.

Thou shall not seek the shoulders nor hands.
Thou shall not bother with whispers or shadows.
Thou shall not let this life, of all joy be gleaned.
Thou shall not let the world in between.

~ Rajeev Roark [@Urban_Sanyaasi]

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Attraction

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I see you from across the room,

you smile at me,

making me blush,

what should I do?

Never have I seen

anyone as beautiful as you.

I take a moment to turn away,

and when I look to see if you are there,

we are now just a breath away.

Your hand caresses my cheek

and I am a slave to your touch.

Gently you pull my body close to yours,

our lips say hello with a kiss,

alas the first moment of bliss.

Poem by Tammy More @ 2013

Love’s Infiniteness

John Donne

(1573-1631)

John Donne, as Dean of St. Paul’s, brought to the religious themes of his later life the same ardor that characterized the love poems of his worldly youth.  For Donne possessed the quality of unified faculties: he was able to move back and forth between the experience of the mind and of the senses, between the spiritual and the physical, the earthly and the divine, seeing one in terms of another through the infusing power of his intellect.  It is this complex of intellect and feeling, and the ability to translate the one into the other, that gives Donne’s poetry its power and originality.

 

 

 

If yet I have not all thy love,

Dear, I shall never have it all,

I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move;

Nor can entreat one other tear to fall,

 

And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,

Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent.

Yet no more can be due to me,

Than at the bargain made was meant,

If then thy gift of love were partial,

That some to me, some should to others fall,

Dear, I shall never have thee all.

 

Or if then thou gavest me all,

All was but all, which thou hadst then;

But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall,

New love created be, by other men,

Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,

In sighs, in oaths, and letters outbid me,

This new love may beget new fears,

For, this love was not vowed by thee.

And yet it was, thy gift being general,

The ground; thy heart is mine, what ever shall

Grow there, dear, I should have it all.

 

Yet I would not have all yet;

He that hath all can have no more,

And since my love doth every day admit

New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store;

Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,

If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it;

Love’s riddles are, that though thy heart depart,

It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it;

But we will have a way more liberal,

Than changing hearts, to join them, so we shall

Be one, and one another’s all.