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Darkness of the moon

in the darkness of the moon

I saw the edge of
the double-sided sword.

It’s edge shinning and sharp

breathless, fright had taken hold
of my heart.

Blinding all compassion –
giving way to a
loud heartbeat.

Recoiled into the safety
of my deadbolt,
fear conquered love
last night.

Sunrise gifts a new day
a new way
allowing love to conquer fear.

☮TheMsLvh © 2012

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I traveled the edge
into your darkness
where only strength
of love would dare roam

Compassion – my guide
Empathy – my desire
to glimpse through
your stained blue eyes

and see what you have seen
and feel what you have felt
and cried when you have bled

Your lingering visions
frightening to the core
adhering to old
melancholy etchings
of aged distant time

I know…I know what it is
to be alone

Yet, know this truth, my love
loosen away the empty cold

Cast aside those blackened nights
remove all stones, clear the path
your sunrise has begun

I promise

☮TheMsLvh © 2012

Photo Permission by Gary Hart

Submitted to d’Verse 

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for the Love of Humanity -redux

Dew laden palms hang under midnight glow

reflecting lunar diamonds off green spears.


soft evening breeze brings forth a dancing flow  

small shocks of light reflect within each tear


which falls to earth 


its high collective perch 

one small drop at a time


cascading journeys sliding southward bound

night’s swirling mist create pools on the ground


and with each teardrop’s tiny splash 

an echoed cry through smoke and flash


turquoise tattered butterflies stop to view

as clouds dissipate with sun’s mourning dew


the path is dangerous but clear

yet they hear the world’s voice

 and know they’re near


the shifting paradigm of consciences

will let the light shine on all injustice


be free brave little butterflies 

take your wings and expose the lies


the soul of the earth has

been assaulted with bombs and gas


for the love of humanity 

lay down arms of insanity


a global evolution has begun

What a unique time to be in the sun.



☮TheMsLvh © 2012

submitted to dVerse

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Black Gold – Italian Sonnet

 One of the items on my “Bucket List” is to go to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil for New Years.  When I heard of this current oil spill, it struck me in the heart.
A strangled hold onto the rocks,
not far the blue Sargasso Sea.
White suited sea gulls fly in flocks,
lost riggers join the absentee.
Below off-shore unearthly docks –
engraved with a fire memory.
Eleven deep in waters sail
on grey Horizon’s ghostly tale.
A strangled hold into the sand,
metallic rainbows pooled with rain.
While gasping life strain just to breathe,
more waves of death awash the land.
Their greed exploded dark insane
mad currents of black ocean seethe.
A strangled hold grips the unplanned
across slick mass in devil’s stain.
Disrupting nature’s primal gland,
injecting to withdraw for gain.
Destruction of earth from man’s hand,
Spill after spill, still no refrain.
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
offered to United Poets , dVerse Poets
  • Chevron Corp oil spillRio de Janeiro, Brazil – November 7, 2011  to present 
  • Rena oil spill – New Zealand, Tauranga, Bay of Plenty – October 5, 2011 to present
  • Taylor Energy wells Platform 23051 – United States, Gulf of Mexico – September 16, 2004 to present (2624 days)
  • Chevron/Transocean Campos oil spill – Brazil, Campos Basin – November 10, 2011 – current
  • Esso/Shell North Sea oil spill –  United Kingdom, North Sea – August 10, 2011 – – current
  • Yellowstone River pipeline spill –  United States, Montana, Yellowstone River -July 1, 2011
  • Bohai Bay oil spill – China, Bohai Bay – June 4, 2011 – June 19, 2011
  • Peace River Rainbow pipeline spill – Canada, Alberta – April 29, 2011
  • Mumbai-Uran pipeline spill –  India, Mumbai, Arabian Sea – January 21, 2011
  • Fiume Santo power station –  Italy, Sardinia, Porto Torres – January 11, 2011
  • Mumbai oil spill – India, Mumbai, Arabian Sea – August 7, 2010 – August 9, 2010
  • Barataria Bay oil spill – United States, Barataria Bay, Gulf of Mexico – July 27 – August 1, 2010
  • Talmadge Creek oil spill –  United States, Kalamazoo River, Calhoun, Michigan – July 26, 2010
  • Xingang Port oil spill – China, Yellow Sea – July 16 – July 21, 2010
  • Jebel al-Zayt oil spill – Egypt, Red Sea – June 16 -June 23, 2010
  • Red Butte Creek oil spill – United States, Salt Lake City, Utah – June 11 – June 12, 2010
  • Trans-Alaska Pipeline spill – United States, Anchorage, Alaska – May 25, 2010
  • MT Bunga Kelana 3 –  Singapore, Singapore Strait – May 25, 2010
  • 2010 ExxonMobil oil spill – Nigeria, Niger Delta – May 1, 2010
  • Deepwater Horizon –  United States, Gulf of Mexico – April 20, 2010 – July 15, 2010
  • 2010 Great Barrier Reef oil spill – Australia Great Keppel Island -April 3, 2010
  • 2010 Port Arthur oil spill – United States, Port Arthur, Texas – January 23, 2010
  • Yellow River oil spill – China, Chishui River (Shaanxi) – August 21, 2009
  • Montara oil spill – Australia, Timor Sea – August 21, 2009
  • Full City oil spill – Norway, Rognsfjorden near Såstein south of Langesund – July 31, 2009
  • 2009 Lüderitz oil spill – Namibia, Southern coast – April 8, 2009
  • 2009 Queensland oil spill – Australia, Queensland – March 10, 2009
  • West Cork oil spill – United States, New Orleans, Louisiana – July 28, 2008
  • 2008 New Orleans oil spill – United States, New Orleans, Louisiana – July 28, 2008
  • 2007 Statfjord oil spill – Norway, Norwegian Sea – December 12, 2007
  • 2007 Korea oil spill –  South Korea, Yellow Sea – December 7, 2007
  • Kerch Strait oil spill – Ukraine Russia, Strait of Kerch – November 11, 2007
  •  Russia, Strait of Kerch
  • 2007 Statfjord oil spill – Norway, Norwegian Sea – December 12, 2007
  • Kerch Strait oil spill – Ukraine Russia, Strait of Kerch – November 11, 2007
  • COSCO Busan oil spill – United States, San Francisco, California – November 7, 2007
  • Kab 101 – Mexico, Bay of Campeche – October 23, 2007 – December 17, 2007
  • Guimaras oil spill – Philippines – August 11, 2006
  • Jiyeh power station oil spill – Lebanon — July 14, 2006 – July 15, 2006
  • Citgo refinery oil spill – United States, Lake Charles, Louisiana – June 19, 2006
  • Prudhoe Bay oil spill – United States, Alaska North Slope, Alaska – March 2, 2006
  • Bass Enterprises (Hurricane Katrina) –  United States, Cox Bay, Louisiana – August 30, 2005
  • Shell (Hurricane Katrina) – United States, Pilottown, Louisiana – August 30, 2005
  • Chevron (Hurricane Katrina) – United States, Meraux and Chalmette, Louisiana – August 30, 2005
  • Murphy Oil USA refinery spill (Hurricane Katrina) – United States, Meraux and Chalmette, Louisiana – August 30, 2005
  • Bass Enterprises (Hurricane Katrina) – United States, Pointe à la Hache, Louisiana – August 30, 2005
  • Chevron (Hurricane Katrina) – United States, Venice, Louisiana – August 30, 2005
  • Venice Energy Services Company (Hurricane Katrina) – United States, Nairn, Louisiana – August 30, 2005
  • Sundown Energy (Hurricane Katrina) – United States, West Potash, Louisiana – August 30, 2005
  • MV Selendang Ayu – United States, Unalaska Island, Alaska – December 8, 2004
  • Athos 1 – United States, Delaware River, Paulsboro, New Jersey – November 26, 2004
  • Gulf War oil spill – Iraq, Persian Gulf – June 8, 1990
  • Continued list of oil spills……

Dreams of Peace



“Too much of everything


is just enough”


A stitch of words that frame


my license plate.




A sister’s gift


so many years ago.


How did she know


that I would frame my life


around those eight


Grateful Dead words?




 too much love is just enough


 too much peace is just enough




Were the little girls with flowers


in their hair wrong


so long ago?




To dream the dreams


the world


now hungers for.





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Hats – Terza Rima

   In my discovery of the different forms of poetry,  I came across the Terza Rima.  This is my first attempt using this form.  Hope it reads well.  I have included its description of the form below. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. A  bit singy-songy I fear.
I have worn several hats throughout the years;
reflecting different roles I played each day.
Subjective meanings – kept as souvenirs.
A feathered birthday hat inviting play;
adorned year after year with no delay –
another wish on candles if I may?
A mournful hat weeps sadness of betray –
A smoke-stained cap that kissed a Reggae song –
A lover’s chapeau which will never stray.
There was a hat I dared not keep for long;
’cause it belonged to the quick stepping cop –
who chased me for the mischief I did wrong.
My favorite hat sold never in a shop,
uniting words on paper to be sung:
A Poet’s hat worn ’till the last ink drop.
Such memories in hats when I was young,
show steps of life upon each ladder’s rung.


☮TheMsLvh © 2011
Image: Hats on Ladder image by DecoDanny courtesy Google Images

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Terza rima is a three-line stanza using chain rhyme in the pattern A-B-A, B-C-B, C-D-C, D-E-D. There is no limit to the number of lines, but poems or sections of poems written in terza rima end with either a single line or couplet repeating the rhyme of the middle line of the final tercet. The two possible endings for the example above are d-e-d, e or d-e-d, e-e. There is no set rhythm for terza rima, but in English, iambic pentameter is generally preferred.


The first known use of terza rima is in Dante’s Divina Commedia. In creating the form, Dante may have been influenced by the lyric form used by the Provençal troubadours. The three-line pattern may have been intended to suggest the Holy Trinity. Inspired by Dante, other Italian poets, including Petrarch and Boccaccio, began using the form.

The first English poet to write in terza rima was Geoffrey Chaucer, who used it for his Complaint to His Lady. Although a difficult form to use in English because of the relative paucity of rhyme words available in a language which has, in comparison with Italian, a more complex phonology, terza rima has been used by Milton, Byron (in his Prophecy of Dante) and Shelley (in his Ode to the West Wind and The Triumph of Life). Thomas Hardy also used the form of meter in ‘Friends Beyond’ to interlink the characters and continue the flow of the poem. A number of 20th-century poets also employed the form. These include Archibald MacLeish, W. H. Auden, Andrew Cannon, William Carlos Williams, T. S. Eliot, Derek Walcott, Clark Ashton Smith, James Merrill, Robert Frost and Richard Wilbur. [Information source :Wikipedia]

Paranoia – Sestina


Reflections show a shattered withered life,
while peering through suspicious sleepless tears.
Dark hopes of white lines chase false fears –
relieving pains the mornings always give.
Nonchalant lies brings forth abandoned trust –
confusing love, so run fast as you can.
Hands trembling, unable to pop a beer can;
aware this has become part of that life.
Internal voices shouting words to trust –
imagined visions haunt spent salty tears.
Neglecting life for thrills the sharp points give,
forgetting all those secret doubts and fears.
Another day presents recurring fears;
play trickery on you because they can.
Insanely living – nothing seems to give. 
Surreal surprise to your short precious life;
not hearing pleas from loved one’s painful tears,
’cause there is no one you would ever trust.
Saliva aliens hold you in trust –
to scare away unwanted mental fears;
which breaks you down and brings forth screaming tears.
Are you aware the only one who can
save you from paranoid unnerving life:
do you know any one whose love would give?
There comes a time that something has to give,
perhaps your inability to trust.
You see small men in trees critique your life,
awake the darkest nightmares of your fears.
Go ahead, do all the white lines you can –
burn mucus raw – enough to bring on tears.
Disjointed twisted thoughts allow dry tears  
to flow,  deflect the sympathy I give.-
Detox the brain – but ponder if you can;
which voice in your head do you truly trust?
Sweat dripping off your brow – all due to fears,
encroaching your space, a disrupted life.
Your paranoia tears can darken life.
Give time a chance to heal invented fears;
if you can, change your life, believe in trust.
☮TheMsLvh © 2011
 submitted to d’Verse – Poets United
painting by MariaBurd
 For A. & M.

Sestinas are a poetic tour-de-force which takes skill to create and a subtle ear for the sound of language to keep from seeming contrived or stilted.The sestina repeats the initial six end-words of the first stanza through the remaining five six-line stanzas, and then ends in a three-line envoi. The lines may be of any length, though traditionally a sestina is set in iambic pentameter.

7. (envoi) ECA or ACE

The envoi, sometimes known as the tornada, must also include the remaining three end-words, BDF, in the course of the three lines so that all six recurring words appear in the final three lines. In place of a rhyme scheme, the sestina relies on end-word repetition to effect a sort of rhyme.

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Interview: Life of a Poet ~ California Ink In Motion

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Poets United Interview:

Life of a Poet ~ California Ink In Motion


“When creating  poetry, it can look one way and then let a day pass and it will have a different look and feel because the words from the heart can be seen by the mind.” -TheMsLvh

   This is part of the text of a very fun interview with Sherry Blue Sky   over at Poets United as part of their series of interviews with different poets.  Click Here for the entire interview. I hope you enjoy reading this interview as I had giving it.  Sherry is a wonderful lady and host!

 by Sherry Blue Sky

   Kids, a while back a new blogger joined Poets United, blazed across our radar and made us sit up and take notice. We’re about to sit down with The Ms. LVH (as she wishes to be known) of California Ink in Motion. As she lives very close to the beach, I’m thinking either a glass of chilled white wine, or an after-dinner cup of tea, as we watch the sunset and chat about life along the California Coast.

 Ms. LVH:   First, I want to thank you for your interest in my poetry and life. I was born and raised in a very affluent area in West Los Angeles.  After completing my formal education, I moved. I realized my bond with nature was imperative to my sanity.  Los Angeles is a wild place, as you can imagine.  I have lived in several places in California, soaking up the different mind-sets that thrive here. 

   After zig-zagging around the state from the deserts to the mountains to the sea,  I moved to the Sierra’s and had a job to ski around to make sure everyone was having a good time, mostly a Public Relations job.  During the summers, I would bartend and water ski.  Life was fun.  I used my little cabin as a launching pad to travel throughout the world.  As the winters became more of a burden than a fantasy land (shoveling snow), I moved to the Coast of California in a small town, started a career and have lived here for two decades.  I can hear the waves and smell the salt-laden air everyday.

Poets United: Your jobs sound like so much fun. Have you ever lived a great adventure? I suspect it may have been your move to the small coastal town?? C’mon, spill it.

 Ms. LVH:  Yes, winding up on the coast was a journey of itself, but many years ago I bought a one way ticket to Europe and hitched-hiked and rode the trains for months. England, France, Germany, Italy, Austria, Amsterdam, Belgium, practically every place west of the Iron Curtain in 1976, (yes, I was very young). The Berlin Wall was still standing…(cont.).
Poets United: As are we all. What are your personal criteria for good poetry? Your own and others?
Ms. LVH:A poem that evokes a feeling, I would consider a good poem.  I like poems that are fluid and smooth and thought-provoking.  If a poem has me hooked by the first stanza, it probably is a fabulous poem, yet I have found some incredible surprises at the end of a poem as well…(cont.). 


*Continue reading with photos: An Interview with Poets United

Setting Sun

   This was inspired by watching the damage caused by hard drugs. The rise of drug use in my area has stolen many young lives recently. Perhaps you also  have witnessed this on your local news. Without insurance of their own or parents, kids are being lost.  There are little to no recourses for these kids when they do cry for help. Everyone cannot afford Betty Ford or Malibu in U.S.A.  Prison might be their only survival, but then, prisons are over-filled,  full of nasty drugs as well.


Each morning’s painful breath you took,
your body screamed –
addiction gleamed.
Sharp points and rusty spoons; you cook.
To rid the touch of crawling skin,
hot needle prick –
perhaps get sick.
Warm rush cements the deadly sin.
A long exhale – all worries drain;
erase torment,
without lament.
Your precious scars walk deep in vein.
As pain subsides from tender soul,
the prophets cry –
to watch you fly.
The needle swept you in a hole.
First glimpse of sun ignites the crave,
as pain returns –
the stomach churns.
Ignoring death’s note etched on grave.
Collapsing veins of rivers gone,
in search for new –
within eye’s view.
Dead lines depict a lifestyle drawn.
Sad eyes with black holes blindly stray,
to be so lost –
at such a cost.
Their struggle sickens by the day.
The needle and the damage done,
Neil Young once wrote –
a famous quote:
“A junkie’s like a setting sun.”
_TheMsLvh   © 2011
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The Poet Artist

Opining souls; a heart-felt plea,
from deep within, the writer chimes.
Selecting prime words is the key,
which draws the reader into rhymes.
All poets strive to paint their worlds,
with spilled black ink and feathered tip.
A writer feels the words unfurled,
creating pictures with each script.
At times, cold print will strike a chord,
a shock-filled verse brings forth dismay.
Requesting poems – sweetly poured,
inhibit words the poets say.
To cavil lines in verses read,
with captious thoughts of words repulse.
Sad broken lives or souls which bled,
disrupt the reader’s warm steel pulse.
Addiction plagues the writers quill,
the need to write fulfills the heart.
Imploding spirits scribe to fill
the void, and thus creating art.
-TheMsLvh  © 2011
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