for so long

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While today is my three year blog anniversary, multiple eyes surgeries forced me on a long hiatus and limited my actual blogging time to barely one and a half years.

As my long time followers already know, I suffer from permanent blurred vision.  My eyesight may be blurred, but I can clearly see that I wouldn’t be here without your wonderful support.

To celebrate (perhaps amuse is a better word) I have included the first poem I ever wrote in my life.  On November 3, 2015, I penned and posted this poem (and image). It was my first crude attempt at writing poetry.

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for so long

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for so long
I adored her through my window
far too long
I suffered her silent tears
so unloved
this siren breathes unappreciated
too unloved
retreating in the shadows of her fears

for so long
he abused her with indifference
far too long
drowning in her love in vain
so unloved
if only she would let me adore her
too unloved
my tears can wash away her pain

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Please, excuse my slow return from vacation.  The change in climate from Cancun to New York has me sick as a dog.  I will be responding to your comments and reading your wonderful posts.

life is a carousel

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My three step plan on how I will live the rest of my life: LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH

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life is a carousel

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No use crying over spilled milk
Don’t worry over your reservations
In heaven or hell
Our time is too brief
Life is a carousel

Forget the lovers you lost
Or the pounds
That you suddenly found
It’s one ticket per customer
To ride this glorious merry go round

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My next post will be in two weeks on Friday (yes Friday) September 21st; my three year blogging anniversary.

On Monday I begin my next adventure.
Eight days of writing, beaching, and Cancun-ing,

My dear friends you will be missed.
My laptop will quietly weep for you.

Be well
Be happy
Be loved

 

 

 

 

 

the essence of you

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the essence of you

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Fragrances come and go
While your scent lingers
Breathing new life
like a paramedic
mouth to mouth, soul to soul

For you are a potpourri of aromas
A bouquet of love poems
Enchanting my senses
A whiff of romance
On a starry night in June

You are the perfume
Resuscitating my heart
As I breathe love
Every time I inhale
The essence of you

 

 

The Sorcerer’s Wife (100 Word Love Story)

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This is a little throw back to my fiction roots.  A short story originally, written in 2016, I now converted it into 100 words.

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The Sorcerer’s Wife 

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Our writhing bodies glistened with perspiration when he stormed in.

Most betrayed husbands would savagely behead the passionate lovers. Not the evil Sorcerer, he denied me the most exquisite finale of all; death in her loving arms.

He tossed a mystic powder. A purple dust cloud transformed Isabella into a doe.

Next, the Sorcerer converted me into the most loathsome predator; the hyena.

Now, I watch her grazing in the ominous forest; moving with a familiar grace.

For years I coveted beautiful Isabella.

Oh, the bittersweet irony.

As foul spittle drips from my hungry fangs, I crave her even more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the girl I haven’t met

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This little thing is dedicated to my future girlfriend…..

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the girl I haven’t met

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Tonight I fantasized about the girl I haven’t met
As my personal muse she’ll be an inspiring poet
Writing the softest verses as silky as her hosiery
She will wear elegant metaphors like fine jewelry

Gondolas transport love poems through her veins
As her sensuous lips taste of sparkling champagne
Beside her bed rests One Hundred Years of Solitude
In her night table hides lingerie that sets the mood

A delicious contradiction of shy, sassy and coquette
She’s the type of woman no real man could ever forget
For somewhere over the horizon she pens loving poetry
Perhaps one day, her words of love will be meant for me

 

 

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forever haunting me

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This little thing was inspired  by a recent conversation……

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forever haunting me 

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Her metaphors possess me
like a supernatural entity
clinging to my soul in desperation
Refusing to release me
as if it never had a body
to claim as its own

The ghosts in her verses
engrave poetry on tombstones
inside the graveyard of my heart
As her poetry eternally echoes
for her words are spirits
forever haunting me

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Photo from Google Images

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

feathers

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feathers

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We are feathers
floating aimlessly
on the whim of destiny’s breeze
fated to glide on uncontrollable
currents of air
that propel us as they please

Perhaps one day
fate will let a random wind
take me where I never flew
blowing me in the direction
that eventually leads me
closer to you