Posted by Tendr1

Fear of Forgetting..............aug08

 

I trace your face with my fingers
With my lips i want to know it's curves
My nose to recognize your scent
The hallows of your eyes
I want to memorize
With mine closed.
For as the sun sets upon my sight
Or in the midnight blue of gone daylight
I want to find you and know you again
Without a word of acknowledgment
That it is your face i hold in my hands.
I pray as i age my memory won't fade
Losing this face i adore
Or memories we've shared
And your gentle touch here
Like a photo book gone up in flames.
So i close my eyes now
While covering your brow
With small fingers seeking each pore
And lashes meet tips as breath upon lips
Cheek to cheak i recall burnt deep in my wall
The face i pray 'never forget'.

v

Posted by Colleen_O_1953

                        Wine for Two

 

I had just completed a ten page proposal to a multi-million dollar corporation,
attached it to an email and clicked"send". It was almost 3:00am,
I was tired and she had long since gone up to bed and was by now lightly snoring; deviated septum.

I peeked in on the girls who had earlier that day driven their mother crazy at the mall.
Seems they decided to play "ditch" on her and had her frantically searching every store,
nook and cranny of the mall for them while they followed her trhoughout giggling and laughing just out of earshot.
She finally went to security who were just about to put out a "Lost Child"
report over the intercom when the girls walked up with their
"Hi mom where did you go, we were looking all over for you" attitudes.
They were in their room when I got home from work,
their mother chopping salantro in the kitchen,
the look on her face said not to get to near with that knife in her hand.

I heard all about the girl's escapades at dinner,
admonished them and banned them to their room for the rest of the evening with no phone, video games or computer.
They weren't too happy about no computer because in this day and age it is the way youth tend to prefer to communicate with one another.
In my day it was the telephone.
Their mother, after tidying the kitchen and starting the dishwasher,retired to our room for the night with a book and a bottle of wine.
After watching the nightly news I retired to finish up the proposal a wine glass with me.

She was in the tub when I got there,
wine bottle on the floor, she in the tub soaking, glass in hand.
She acutally looked pretty comfy, and I commented that I wish I could join her.
She motioned to a spot next to her...ahhh but I had to decline.
That proposal needed to get there before they arrived at work next morning...
so she shrugged and handed me the bottle.

While she was reading and I was working we chatted about the day.
I told her about the proposed merger which would up my salary...and tax bracket,
she said she felt bad for coming down on the girls so hard but in this day and age...
a little while later she drifted off to sleep and now lied there softly snoring.

So I turned the computer monitor off,
walked to her side of the bed and planted a soft kiss on ther forehead
before banging my shin on the footboard yet again on my way to my side of the bed and cursing silently.
I crawled into bed and turned out the light.

Posted by Analyst4u

HONOR

 

I offered my honor,

 

She honored my offer,

 

And all night long,

 

It was honor and offer. ;-)

River calm sun so bright

peaceful and clean

then a syringe floats by

                                   

Posted by Tendr1

Chemistry

 

would i talk to much ... nervous chatter
would he hear me or would my heartbeating
drown my words?
i must not be quiet...for surely he will hear my thumping
chest
will he notice how i frown when concentrating or
will he instead laugh at how animated i am?
shall i sit on my hands?
will he grow quiet..please don't let him grow quiet
for i'll say such silly things to fill the void
and i cannot rewind, delete, start over.
will he think how i'm not so young
of course he will because it's true
and will he say to himself
'she looks much better in her photo's'
yes of course he will
because it's also true
but will he overlook it when he see's how i move?
that i am a woman with passion's flow 
i have it on choke hold
i have it locked up in chains
fearing something he'll do or say
will unlock a part of me that will make me
want him to want me
but maybe he won't want me
and i'll melt into myself
and it will turn into heartbreak
punishment for dissappointing his eyes
and that is such a shame for so
many feel the same way.
but i don't look with my eyes
i look with my heart and my body
chemistry talks to me..
i have no control over it and it
has no care of bone structure
muscle or age
it is much wiser than man
how did it become a part of me?
do we all have it? this chemistry?
would we all be better off if we listened to it
instead of our eyes?
i know my eyes are full and yet i'm hungry for more
i want to know everything dull and boring
this hunt for chemistry is a bloodhound
that bloodhound is me
and it scares me.

 

tendr

Distant Love

Don't let the miles between us Keep our love apart Just listen close and you will hear The beating of my heart No distance, will ever keep My heart from loving you There are no more tears for it to weep For a love that runs so true I'll be there with you one day soon To love you everyday And then my heart will sing a tune And you will hear it say I've finally found my one true love As true as one can be And now your all I'm thinking of Forever stay with me

TEMPEST

(Translated from the Spanish)

Heaven heaves a mighty sigh;

The great oaks bow and quake;

The ground billows into clouds

With the smell of hot and dry.

Birds are forced into silence;

The impetuous clouds furiously lash on

Devouring everything in sight

And building a blinding wall.

The sands before them flee;

Mouths and nostrils are choked.

The cry is out to beware--

The ground in anger rises!

--Duststorm�?/P>

****************

1974

TEMPEST

(Translated from the Spanish)

Heaven heaves a mighty sigh;

The great oaks bow and quake;

The ground billows into clouds

With the smell of hot and dry.

Birds are forced into silence;

The impetuous clouds furiously lash on

Devouring everything in sight

And building a blinding wall.

The sands before them flee;

Mouths and nostrils are choked.

The cry is out to beware--

The ground in anger rises!

--Duststorm�?/P>

****************

1974

 THE NIGHT SWEATS  

My love holds me quietly in his embrace

I am content and free from care

I softly reach up to touch his face

Only to find him not there!

*****

Fully awake now, I wipe my tears,

how long must I suffer his spell?

The lonely months have turned to years,

still in my heart he dwells.

**

Burried alive, was my love so pure

and alive it has remained,

How ever shall I forget or endure

without going slowly insane?

*

With each day passing into the night,

I take comfort in these secret pleasures.

In my dreams my love holds me tight,

while I gather a night time of treasures

***

Daylight brings stark reality

to the life that I have chosen

I walk, I talk and work and play,

the smile on my face is frozen.

^^^^

My life It seems, I'm wishing away,

awaiting  blessed hours of the night

When you will be waiting with open arms

to enfold me and make our world right.

COMFORTABLY NUMMIE

Posted by GroundhogTaxi5

Dawning of Spring

 

Tis the dawning of spring

A most beautiful time of year

When Mother Nature awakens

Bringing forth new life to bear

 

Tis been a long cold winter

Whilst Mother Nature was at rest

Tis the dawning of the spring

When she'll be at her best

 

Whilst april's showers

Shall bring forth may's flowers

And Mother Nature's fine art

Will,for a short time,be our's

 

So stop and gaze upon her beauty

If you will

For Mother Nature Performs this precious miracle

But once a year

 

                      Author : George A Bryant Jr.

                            April 4,2005

                            8:39pm EDT

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