I wonder if it would be OK if I asked for your name After this one slow dance So at night when all is quiet and dark I can write a soft spoken poem with you in mind A haiku or Tanka of sorts will be great for starts But 5-7-5…with added syllables of 7-7 wouldn’t do This brief moment of our souls meeting square Holding a lifetime so intense and wildly bare
EVERY CHILD
Every child is capable
Lovingly birthed with potential
FAMILY
Stringing moments
Like fine pearls
We spend time as one
Daily building for them
A centered foundation
WHEN K. SMILES
Her dimples of joy turn inward
Every happy chance she gets
Love dancing in her big brown eyes
Buttered toast, mommy, or biscuits on her mind
THE COLORS OF LOVE
The colors of love
Are the colors of their hearts
Displayed brightly
When they flash their pearly whites
PLAYING ON SATURDAY MORNING
This laughter
Alarming giggles
Ringing gratitude in my ears
My heart beating back to life
Life, worries, bills, and chaos momentarily gone
Saturday morning fun
Has just begun
LOVE
Two happy laughs tickling my essence
Tiny hands embracing my all
High fives, nighty night, sweet dreams
And funny faces
Saying it all
I LOVE YOU MOMMY
Quietly as I turn out the light
Just in time for sleep to set in
This heartbeat of mine whispers quietly
Her sleepy voice softer than a squeak
I love you mommy
MOTHERHOOD
Birthing poetry and poems
Many thanks to their daily (ness)
I could fill a book with childhood fun
And silly toddler antics
Motherhood birthing strength and creativity in words
LOVE II
Consumed by overwhelming love for these two
Heavenly miracles gratefully mine
I crumble slowly falling apart like a pack of cards
Under the weight of my own words
Tears free falling
Grace my only embrace
UNTITLED
My crowning glory
These twins girls so into pink
My heart blushes love
PRAYER
Bless these ones
You so graciously entrust in my care
Love them oh Lord, bestowing grace daily upon them
Be their hearts’ desire, its joyful supplication
Faith, hope, and love always living in them
Amen!!!
Spoon fed by desire
Nourished by lust
Lavishly drunk on love
Satiation soon
Repeatedly reached
In phases
Joy brimming as
Fingers, fork, tongue, mouth, taste buds
feel, feed and sweet fill
Nourished to the brim
My essence is filled
Full lips wiped in happy delight
This poem was born from Noel Ihebuzor’s brilliant response to my poem; Untitled: Dinner. The second and third verses are by Noel, and the first and last were written by me. He does these duets so well, please check out his blog whenever you can for some more brilliant duets and poems. Thanks Noel, and thank you all.
PAINFUL THOUGHTS OF YOU
Raking golden colored leaves on my front yard
My body curls as cold air blows past my eyes into my heart
Painful thoughts of you welling up like tears deep inside
LOST IN LUST
Lost in the warmth of his timely words
I envisioned the embrace would be even better
Lust shaded my views as I succumbed to his will
OUR KISS
This breath
No longer warm
Just tepid
Stinking of lust
Ugly reminders of you
EVIDENCE
Your eyes are darts
Achingly piercing the heart
Scars and tears
Stained crimson red
Evidence of your hidden truth
UNTITLED: NEW FOUND LOVE
I am not defined by him
But this new found love sustains me
YOUR LOVE
In the heart of my poems
Lies your love
Beating my motives to life
YOUR LOVE II
Your love sits written in ink
Sealed with desire
On the tablet of my beating heart
Here now passion resides
Scribbled all over
You and I as one
YOU ARE MY POEM
You are my poem
I write in love
Youthful lust
And happy thoughts of you
CANVAS OF MY HEART
I spread this canvas of light
Golden in its ray
Like summer sun bright and warm
My heart paints
And caresses your name
In love
YOU ARE MY POEM II
You are my poem
The ying to this passionate yang
My calm and peaceful Zen
My inspiration and quiet meditation
I write in love of you
* A lovely, joyfilled week to you all*
The girls and I like it a lot
When the only boy
In our house
Is home
*Happy Monday friends! Here’s praying it is a pleasant and great week….it is a rare occurrence that the Mr. is home on a Monday, so today I am pretty glad and even got to sleep in a little :). Have a lovely week!
What makes a good poem?
In your honest opinion
Is it the length
The content or the form
Does language and style matter much?
How about the words and how they flow
Would you rather free verse
Shakespearean sonnets or
Humor with puns and limericks
Haikus, Tanka, and micro poetry
Seem to be taking over these days
Does it matter who wrote the poem
Perhaps good poems are only from a certain stock
(Bukowski’, Poe, and such)
Would you mind if you didn’t get it
Many of the best poems often seeming elusive
Almost out of the mind’s grasp
With hidden meanings and complex words (language)
Do you care for a particular topic
Or does any subject at all do
Does nature have more to offer
Than poems on love and life
Tell me if you can
How deeply are you moved when you read said poem
Does it affect you at all
Leaving a message so impactful
You are dumbfounded
Wishing you could write such
Wondering how they wrote such
The poem becoming a treasured part of you
What makes a good poem?
In your humble opinion
And do tell me
Have you ever read one?
* Have a lovely weekend dear friends. Stay safe and be good to others, and yourself*
Enchanting seductress
Pink tongue licking fangs
Stained with dark chocolate
Darkness descends
Like gray ashes from the skies
Scares and frights are all about
Little girls dressed cute and dainty
Toddler boys are the capable superheroes
Keeping city streets safe
Teens in spooky masks asking for more candy
Than they can ever eat
Lone girl in her pajamas
Lounging in the arms of love
Dark chocolate stains on her vampire fangs
Biting and been bitten
Never felt so good
