heart gallery . Impasto memories of you are paintings Hanging in the walls of my heart Forming a sentimental gallery Of cubism and abstract art For every remembrance on display In this regretful museum of… More
I Am A Flame
I am a flame
Wrap yourself in my loving warmth
Let my light illuminate your darkness
Do not worry
Tears will never extinguish me
For I am a flame
Glowing for eternity
I hope I reached a few of you with these heartfelt words.
This past Monday was Worlds Beatles Day. I wasn’t aware of it until I read a post by my friend Bernadette of Haddon Musing. Please check it out.
TO ALL OF MY LONG LOST FOLLOWERS: If you are reading this, you have been missed. Please accept my warmest and most sincere heartfelt apologies. Sorry, if I let you down. I assure you I will NEVER let ANYONE come between us again.
TO ALL OF MY NEW FOLLOWERS: My blog has always been about writing, poetry, humor, healing and love (in all of its wonderful forms).
Through email and chat, I have built connections and bonds. I have accompanied bloggers through heartbreak, divorce, infidelity, lost family members, illness, and depression. Once, in December of 2015, during a Christmas Eve party I attended, I chatted for almost six hours with a lonely blogger who voiced thoughts of suicide.
I am not a counselor, I am just a good friend you can talk to.
Should you need to get things off your chest, air out some concerns, rant, need advice, or anything else; I am here for you. You can find me here through my blog.
My emails settings have been changed, so you can easily reach me at: email@example.com
Since doors have been slammed shut, my heart is open to anyone who needs it. Please, do not be afraid to reach out. We can heal together.
Finally, we should learn from those four young men who came out of Liverpool.
Whether you are living, hurting, or healing……………ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE.
Sin Tu Amor (Without Your Love)
Sin tu amor
Your tattooed memories remain
Flickering inside my blazing heart
Along with the poetry you engraved
Sin tu amor
Slow lava tears scorch my ducts
As your words drip down my cheeks
Since you are not here with me
Sin tu amor
Smoldering emotions consume me
With a fire that will never douse
For our love will burn eternally
Yes, unfortunately, it is over. I am eternally grateful for my time with N. She is a remarkable, talented, loving woman. And I dare say, for a brief time, I was loved in a way no man has ever been loved.
Lonely Author Recites Poetry
Something different today. I hope you can successfully view and enjoy. Please, excuse the audio.
The inspiration for this little thing came from a recent Video Chat.
Another Fallen Tear
When we cry together
It feels as if
We have loved forever
If only you
Could feel my fingers
Your moist cheek
My pain won’t hurt so bad
Another fallen tear
My trembling screen
Had to repost. WordPress had trashed this post.
Corazón is heart in Spanish. It is also used to address one’s beloved as “my heart” or the equivalent of our “sweetheart.”
Marisposa means butterfly. But it is the name of the Cuban national flower (pictured below).
Earrings swaying like maracas
As the scent of Mariposas filled the air
My Corazón crooned so lovingly
A Caribbean breeze of lyrics
Blew through my yearning hairs
She ignited a bonfire of passion
With her Spanish lullaby
A hymn that came from up above
As angelic goose bumps danced on my skin
Sashaying to her tender love
My heart were her bongos
Intoxicating words drenched with nourishment
Are more vital than the air I breathe
Corazón whispered loving words to the world
As she serenaded me with her poetry.
Today’s post was inspired by Nandita’s live recitation of Pablo Neruda poetry in Spanish and English. (It was the first time I heard her sexy accent speaking Spanish). Should you wish to hear the poem here is the link.
Photo of beautiful Nandita.
The White Ginger (Hedychium coronarium) called “Mariposa” in Cuba, is a native flower of India but it has become so common in the island that it has been selected as the national flower.
My Baby has been so swamped with work demands, she actually fell asleep while in video chat with me. She has barely written this week, so I wanted to pen something for her. To set the record straight, I REALLY mean every word. I do. I do.
The Flirting Beach Boy
Have you heard about the lonely Beach Boy
He’s a Casanova and the most horrible flirt
He has enjoyed a woman or two…….or three
Til he earned a reputation for chasing skirts
Now, he wants to change and don a bright halo
“No mas,” to the all of the ladies he wants to yell
It may be too late for him to apply for heaven
Beach Boy has earned reservations in……oh, well
Though he is still a charmer, he wears blinders
And with all the chasing and flirting he’s done
Oh, the terrible Beach Boy is still a lady’s man
But now, he only belongs to N, a special one
For my loving N.
Wanted to take a moment to thank my readers, devoted followers, and friends for all of the wonderful compliments and comments I have received. Your support warms my heart. If you have found any beauty in my recent poetry, well, it is a reflection of HER love inside of me.
The Treasure Seeker
Perhaps this Beach Boy
Is a Treasure Seeker
Or simply a dreamer in search of happiness
For there is a place where love waits for me
Far beyond the mountains of judgment
That I have had to surmount
Past the swamps of criticisms
Through which I had to slosh
This adventurer will cross land and sea
Fighting tears, weather, and lonely hours
Crossing kiss-less deserts and cold moonless nights
My journey will not end Until I discover that priceless treasure
Waiting at the foot of Her bed
Photo of opening scene from Raiders Of The Lost Ark.