For her I dance,
Spinning and cavorting
Listening to the music
She creates in my heart
For her I dance,
Your sleep deprived eyes.
Your love-filled smile.
for just a smile,
I went on to keep
you waiting for a long time
Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.
(Ceramic piece painted by Miriam Hurdle)
It was serendipity that we met.
Summer had not stated yet, but
It was the final week of school.
I decided to go to
This group met at home.
We chatted, we snacked.
You asked what I did for fun,
I smiled, didn’t answer the question.
Poetry Challenge: Valentine Poem
Cupid’s arrow may for most
be secret on this day
when anonymity prevails
in messages we say
But for me the message is the same
with thirty-eight cards done
‘I love you more and more each year
For me there’s only one’
Speak to my Heart, O Love;
Sing from my Soul, to Yours, True One;
Enrapture me with the Blissful Touch of Your Love
And I shall Ever Know True Happiness,
In Knowing You
In Being Known by You,
In this Soft Hour,
By which Light no Shadows fall
To Kiss the Silver Moonlight of my sorrow.
Alone, tis naught but my own Memory which Speaks,
~ Death Has No Victory
We are all a composite
Of that which came before
The good, the bad,
Sadness, happiness, galore
The efforts of our ancestors
Still cling within our bones
Tis why we have no answers
Do my words reach you, do they goad you in your sleep?
Do they pierce through your slumber, your obscure dreams?
Or do they slither aimlessly, caught in the pull of vacancy,
Reeling through your open hands, pummeling down in defeat.
If there’s a way from x to y
The space in which points live and die
Is more or less connected.
Thank you Lord for being there…
even as others didn’t care.
Again, we collide, double minded with dueling heartbeats,
Strumming lungs stricken and tightened in a sharp heave,
Lacing legs together to drive out frosty winters, cruel lovers,
Parents that pulled at our arms and swam about us like bees,
Before the waking hour of morning Sighs,
Before the Moonspun night undoes her hair,
Between the shades of Winsome darkness lies
The blushing rose of Passion’s Touch, so Fair;
He sees her wilting coriander
advancing ice and winter weather
Oh this Love that fills my Heart
Pounding in symphony with Yours;
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Ten lords-a-leaping…
January 3rd is the “Tenth Day of Christmas.”
Source: Tenth Day of Christmas
a decade of decadence descends;
indulging indolent lords lounging,
are unmoved by the wasted waists
of expanding overflowing belts.
we who gloriously feasted our whole lives,
filling our faces on sweet fluffy nothings;
and still we wonder why our hearts burst;
bleeding seeping regret out every orifice.
On the ninth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: nine ladies dancing… January 2nd is the “Ninth Day of Christmas.”
Source: Ninth Day of Christmas
Nine ladies dancing entice and evoke,
they slip betwixt groves of olive and oak;
encircle me in triplets and triads;
amuse and delight dyads of dryads.
It sings itself, doesn’t it?
the song about love and hope-
the one about couples, and snowfall and candles
familiar lyrics and trope.
rockets, they go as bullets
into empty stars
rockets, they swoop as eagles
losing wings of breath
I look at her as she dreams her mind away,
like she always does.
And I cannot find the words I want to say,
every one of my thoughts seems to have run away.
She smiles quietly and holds my hand,
and stars in far away galaxies would jubilantly dance.
My heart pumps more blood to my mind that does not understand,
how can a simple girl own my world with a single glance?
On the fifth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Five Golden Rings… December 29th is here and so this is the “Fifth Day of Christmas.” This is a quiet day – as the day…
Source: <a href=”https://merlinspielen.com/2014/12/29/fifth-day-of-christmas-five-golden-rings-3/”>Fifth Day of Christmas: Five Golden Rings</a>
Round wheels and gears never cease morphing
raw paradise to more earthly hell.
Five golden rings is pure overkill
where one golden ring would be pleasing.