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Mr. T & Ms. Tilly

 
 
 
 
Every night around the hour of ten
the dogs awake and the havoc begins.
At the door with a bark and howl
with an occasional deep guttural growl.
 
What lurks in the darkness do they see
that turns them into panicked banshees?
Excitement rises when I finally open the door
out they go running, sprinting on all four.
 
I peer though the window hoping to find
a striped  giraffe or something of the kind.
Perhaps a spotted zebra covered in gold
or even a dragon told in stories of old.
 
Hues of grey between white and black
it must be shadows, color vision they lack.
Could it be something even more sinister
like a ghost or goblin, should I call a minister?
 
They circle the yard and stop in their place
hoping to find anything to pounce or chase.
Noses in the air and tails waggle with delight
Hunters they have become in the dead of night.
 
Still at the window, I watch and giggle
as the little one has a funny wiggle.
Body like a torpedo on short little legs
hound dog eyes that love to beg.
 
The larger of the two is a fright to see
if you are somewhere you should not be.
He is smart and proud – very protective
would certainly make for a good detective.
 
After scoping the yard and did not find
anything that was vicious or even unkind.
They alertly sit in the center of the yard
loving the feeling of being on guard.
 
The amazing attribute these dogs share
is the love for me their hearts willingly bare.
That they would rush to risk their life or limb
on a hunch or some unexplained canine whim.
 
They keep me safe from dangers they sense
from all the little critters behind the fence.
I sleep soundly knowing I have defenders
to scare off zebras, giraffes, and tiny offenders.
 
-TheMsLvh  © 2011

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I Found a Page on Facebook

Today, I found a page on Facebook
Westside (Los Angeles) Kids of the 70’s
Lost in time – taking a look
Reminiscing days – could write a book!

People from all over posting memories
some forgotten and many remain
Oh! the fun we had growing up
all linked by the same chain.

What have I been doing all these years?
slowly losing my childhood dreams
Being swallowed up with adult fears
bound by expected regimes.

Today, I found a page on Facebook
in an hour my world changed
By recalling the past – brightened the future
healing my heart with a simple suture.

Now, looking at life through eyes I lost.
Hurray! I’m Back! My past I crossed.

 
-TheMsLvh ©2011 5-14-11

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Grief Often gets in the Way

Grief often gets in the way,
like a granite stone in a river.
Impeding the gentle sway
of the moonlight’s reflected silver.
 
Mourning with uncontrolled sorrow;
which steals the breath away.
Wounded hearts forget tomorrow –
will bring sunshine’s warm bouquet.
 
Sadness, hidden deeply behind –
longing eyes, searching to find;
the joy, that once playfully lived
in a beating heart that thrived.
 
Sometimes there is music –
only grieving ears can hear.
Soothing melodies floating , the intrinsic
strum of a harp, angels hidden near.
 
Lonely hearts long to fly away,
held captive by a thief.
Familiar creature appears each day –
ominous and dark known as grief.

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-TheMsLvh ©2011 *edited suggestions by Michael York*

Inspired by “Thy son liveth: Messages from a Soldier to his Mother” by
Grace Duffie Boylad

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By a Thread

A spider hangs precariously alone;
below her web of knotted silken thread.
She dangles freely – tossed by nature’s wind,
without concern of dark storms overhead.
 
A strike of lightening cracks the peaceful day,
producing magnificent bolts of light.
Roars of mad thunder startle a blue jay –
eight legs devoid of concern, huddle tight.
 
Stormy winds and rain with hail plummeting,
might lacerate her strong web into shreds.
Though nature wrath seems cruel –unforgiving,
the spider will rebuild with rainbows overhead.
 

-TheMsLvh ©2011
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The Magician



   He is slick and intentionally mysterious,
his magic should be taken extremely serious.
Slight of hand to the untrained eye,
even virtuous women would be mystified.
       Innocence nourishes his ultimate lie.


   Untold secrets held close to vest,
aroused laughter, amused, you are his guest.
Reluctantly, picking a card, choosing the best
from the spread of the Magician’s tattered deck.
       Throwing caution to the wind, “What the heck?”

   Vigilant eyes scintillate the dark of night,
elevating senses by the moment’s excite.
Blinding the deer with beam of headlights;
dazed confusion feeding his addicted delights.
       Raising his thrill to monumental heights.

   Trickery his game, merely views you the fool
desire to believe, though, you are just his tool.
Intoxicated by the masked perception,
keenly skilled art of deception. 
       An illusory feat from its conception.

   Smooth lacquered cane emblematic of his trade,
waving it freely, enhancing the charade.
Victims soon forgotten on his wizardly trail,
restoring equilibrium to his inner scales.
       Enlisting deceit, his shenanigans prevail.


   Weaving versed spells across the land,
beware the effect of this mystical hand.
A traveler, a mystic, armed with cunning art
coursing a path embellished with wounded hearts.
       Upon magic, into the wind, he inexplicably departs.

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

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Take a Risk!

Do you take risks, inviting vulnerability
shaking up your life’s stability
secure in your own credibility
dreaming beyond your known reality?

Feeling safe in the predictability
leaning on your dependability
holding dear to your respectability
blocking all the possibility?

Securely bounded by the liability
comfortable with the permeability
and of course the tranquility
closed to the idea of plausibility?

Well…

One needs to be vulnerable to take a risk, a chance,
so you can expanse, enhance, and find romance,

and Dance!
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-TheMsLvh ©2011
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Inspiration by Stella D.

Silent Awe

Photo by Gary Hart

Who is this man surrounded by beauty knee high?
I pondered, peering through camera’s eye.
Capturing the glory, a quiet serene
caught in a moment, a glistening scene.

Sun tickled the water with hues of gold
trees lined the shore, each with a soul.
Eagles nesting away from precious view
while fish query flies, at dusk, they flew.

Stunned, I felt a magnificent enrapture
a moment in time, fortunate to capture.
The solitary figure, surrounded by glory
with camera in hand, capturing his story.

I stayed ashore spying nature’s raw
whilst out there he stood in silent awe.
Shimmering water and auburn sky
sharing a gift, this man and I.

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-TheMsLvh ©2011
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