The Poetry Marathon

My hand in yours

My heart was lighter

My laughter was free~er

My day was brighter

There once was a time

Long, long ago~

When you, in fact, did touch my soul…

I was so young~

That I did not know.

When I was older

And had many more years…

I looked back with regret.

I looked back through my tears.

Fond memories of you

And feelings in my heart…

You reach me deeper somehow now~

Without knowing me at all.

The Green Man

I never see~

I never touch~

Sees inside me…

Affairs of the Heart

Rarely end in much good.

Foolish to think

Somehow that ours would.

He likes to watch.

(he told me)

Shine on him distracts me.

Still, I am, In Charge.

Smooth skin.

Ladylike.

Tongues kissing tongues

And hands on flesh…

Beneath me,

Cunning lips purr…

(I like to watch, he told me)

His mind’s eye to mine.

Breath escapes me

As I find my self

Through his eyes.

Inside him, I wander…

I show him what he cannot see.

I paint for him softness of three…

(I like to watch, he told me)

Sweet rhythm I desire.

Her back arches beside his cheek

I make her feel him swell…

Two hands on her, then four, then more~

His brain begins to burn.

Sweet pink unfolds before him.

I teach him to taste color…

I like to watch, he told me.

(I think I am on Fire)

Under my fingers

I feel his heart beat

Inside my skin

I feel him within

Merging souls

Into shared bliss

Lighting me on fire

With his softest kiss

My head on his heart

With my ear to his chest

However does he know

What I like best?

She finds me in my dreams…

We look for things together.

Not knowing what I’m looking for~

But feeling loved when waking…

Her house was my only safe space.

when i was very small…

I wasn’t even hers~

And yet, felt I belonged most of all…

Her blue desk was where she sat me.

Always with crayons to draw.

And on the floor from here to there~

Timeless toys did crawl.

I read all the books that she could find.

(the only time i could quiet my mind)

Forever smelling of roses, soapy scraps melt into one~

In her ancient tub covered with paper roses glued on.

All the cousins loved to come and play.

Took turns flipping on her antique bed.

Those same crayons colored eggs~

In her kitchen filled with laughter and games…

i miss her 

Imagine

The Long and Winding Road

Stairway to Heaven

Or Highway to Hell?

My Sharona

Dancing Queen

Let’s Get it On

How Deep is Your Love?

No Woman, No Cry

Lean on Me

Killing Me Softly

That’s the Way (I Like It)

Crocodile Rock

Stayin’ Alive

Play That Funky Music

I Will Survive!

Once my glove was taken~

Mother had to get it back.

From a woman who was so nasty~

Set her dog on me to attack.

Twice had younger siblings~

Related not through Dad.

Wasn’t until I was older~

Found out how many more I had.

Three times I named my rabbits~

They all died horribly.

One eaten by my friend~

One frozen near our tree.

Four years in clubs of drama~

The only thing I had.

Mentors tried to use me~

They made me very sad.

Five hits from my fun bullies~

‘Til I finally kicked them back.

The tall one needed stitches~

Short one ribs did crack.

( I miss my unspoiled me )

• I did not know him

Through mother I did

I heard some long stories

Some far~fetched fine glories

One terrible old gory

This was one of those days

In a ditch along their field

His tractor tipped over

He missed his noon meal

Trapped amongst metal

Silver blades always doing

Green grasses grew rusty

Scared cows kept on mooing

cover me

in dewy grey fur

like her

lick the snowdrops

from my belly

(i brought you a mouse today)