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Clinging White Sand

 
Caught in the dune’s forever shifting sand
white grains shimmer the mirage distant far
ocean winds cavort over moonscape land
as shadows deepen exposing night’s star
 
Fine sand clings to the craving untouched skin
so gently brushed off by your love’s monsoon
was this the catalyst; a beginning?
hidden deep within the barren white dunes
 
Vanilla ice cream, ripple smoothing down
endless curves of white – the blowing sand shifts
seamlessly, blended by nature’s blue, drown
the time – ignored vistas of carving drifts
 
Summer warmth heals the soul locked in winter
a tear of joy rains down on thirsty land
did we find each other in life’s splinter?
As you brushed away the clinging white sand
 
-TheMsLvh © 2011

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1969: A Personal Reverie – 4th of July, 2011

Daisy-chained flowers, style of old
woven through cascading hair with
macramé belt on hips worn low
a small brass bell with colored beads

Tie-dyed shirts and bell-bottom jeans
sewn velvet patches with peace signs
cover the skin from holes worn out
plus one of  Jerry Garcia

A starry-eyed innocent girl
one with nature; longing for peace
the freedom she loved believed true
fiercely fought to never let go;

The wonders and surprise of youth
regardless of what the man said
ignoring rules – regulations
living life, forgoing regret

And all the while

War banners waved, the march went on
the radio blared protest songs
Crosby, Stills and Nash – Déjà Vu
and we all sang along, while still…

Our young flew home in wooden box
color flag draped – mothers mourn deep
spirit crying from their souls and
young flower children wept that year

1969 still burns deep
I will never forget those days

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* my first non-rhyming poem still with a consistent iambic tetrameter attempt*

-TheMsLvh © 2011
image by: Deb Kirkeeide
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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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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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Compass for Thoughts

Words swirl like sugar in a glass
with thoughts attached to each crystal
my head, this molecular mass,
the mind is feeling so distal

Try to pinpoint but ricochet
stars shooting in the milky way
hold on to one in disarray
only to have it slip away.

Is there a compass I could use
pointing directions up or down?
Unveiling which words I could choose,
perhaps an adjective or nown

I need to un-clutter this mind
discover some tangible words
to express my feelings defined
so I might be finally heard.

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-TheMsLvh © copyright 2011

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Choice

Acceptance 
A word with many faucets
a prism revealing colors.
Feelings of freedom, but stained by disbelief
like the betrayal of lovers.

Denial
Word of repose?
Acceptance, scary when faced.
Confronted by fear with hearts torn,
pain when raced.

Longing for vision, yet turning gaze,
must be brave to see true.
“Let go Let God” – often the phrase
just let go is what I should do.

Yet the walls of denial ever so strong,
into a box and windows drawn.
Doors nor exits dare to belong
not to see truth, trust is gone.

Acceptance
word of freedom?
A choice made every morning.
Shall the choice be denial? Remain hopeful,
therefore, ignoring the warning.

Struggle to achieve peace,
confused within one’s mind.
Complexity of decision – searching for relief.
Acceptance, a word I must find.

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-TheMsLvh © copyright 2011

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Conflict of Thoughts

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A blank page in front of me lies,
desire to write visions of thine eyes.
Feelings that have come and painfully gone,
flit in my mind like the words of a song.
 
The question is where to start, what to write,
how far back through the many, many nights.
Words of passionate love or tears of fear,
confusing the heart; Oh! pain is so near.
 
Do I write of love, tenderness and joy
or write of deception, sorrow and coy?
Torn between the two in limbo I hang,
makes me feel my mind is going insane.
 
Thoughts of love feel good yet the anger blinds.
Which way do I turn?
What words could I find?
 
To write of love’s passion that’s been cut deep,
challenge to express on paper, blood seeps.
Love is the answer, yet tainted by fear.
Doubt is the apex, nothing is quite clear.
 
To scribe of happiness is my true goal
and use tender words which can heal my soul.
Yet shadows of feelings; dark and despair,
at times so tight it’s hard to breath the air.
 
Staring at this page with thoughts in abstract,
understanding love is the healing act.
I dream the phrase to write on this long night,
compelling words to mend and lend insight.
 
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-TheMsLVH     © copyright  3-11-2011 *revised 5-25-2011 *revised 7-9-2011
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Going to a Place

Going to a place I’ve never seen
Past are lessons life has taught
Future unknowing, the path so clean
Forward, towards a life only dreamt by thought.

Coming from a place I’ve never been
Fear and despair, tools needed, did not own
Blindly coursing my way, the road so thin
Trapped by love, then left alone.

This place, this time, a moment in rhyme
Head and heart, perfectly align
Looking both ways, then crossing so brave
One foot then the other, new path to pave.
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-TheMsLvh  © copyright 5/2011
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Wondering

I want so much to love you
my heart is screaming so
My mind cautions beware
thoughts yelling, “WHOA”.

Looking at you I long
for days of memories past
When we were young at heart
living life and having a blast.

As the years wore on
and the distances grew
I watched in disbelief
for what was coming… I knew.

Unbalanced love emerged
breaking my heart you knew
Wounding just enough times
for me to say,”I’m through”.

Left wondering what you did
if you felt you needed to do
Breaking the bond that bound us
at one time made us two.

 

 

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-TheMsLvh © copyright 2011
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