Would you like to feel that I am here / to catch your tears with mine? / Would I see your smile if I told you / that you fall on me divine?
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What lengths do we go to / to validate our existence / and immortalise ourselves?
This once is screaming out for me to do an image of it… / Sigh… Yet another unfinished project. xox
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How will he remember me / If I’m stoned by the crowd / deep down in his heart
Precious is the Memory I wrote this poem in response to Helen Bascom’s image Precious is the Memory and her question beside it “How will he remember me?” which I used as the opening line. I would like to thank Helen for allowing me to display this image here and for including this poem in her Active Art blog.
...clinging to his wordless silhouette
Yes the jasmine is blooming and sometimes you just need to write the damn dream down.
make a wish upon it…
o4.o9.2oo9 / 1:00am .
I’m not stunning / nor am I breathtaking. / I’m not voluptuous / nor am I stick-thin. I don’t like dresses / and I don’t wear pink. I d…
I enjoyed writing this. It was empowering. And it was fun being honest too. / I have to say it was ms.trace’s poem Ode To Mr. Somewhere Out There Man that inspired me to write this. / Thanks ms.trace :)
we smile in our love / we dance to our slow song / climb in our passion / it is just me and you / I gaze from above / the feeling is so strong…
close the curtains and send the stars home
o5.o8.2oo9 just walked out of the shower with this in my head .
Thank you for accepting me for who I am, / for letting me be me, / because of that I am who I am, / I am Eric, an individual, a person, / a b…
This poem I wrote to my son’s English Club teacher on his behalf when he was ten. Eric had a learning dissability and has dysgrafia, (it’s like dyslexia, but instead of a reading problem, it has to do with writing. So even if he could come out with great stories and poems in head, his brain couldn’t make his hand to execute the writing correctly). This special English teacher was one of the few that inspired him to keep on no matter what. So he proudly presented this poem to her.
folded into the shape of a heart
o7.o2.2oo9 .
Passion, piety and pain / Gifts and goblins of a love story all
Let us love…
i put my hand – on the clock face; / feel it tick past – the Small Hours / shudder – gently at the passing – of Time / cutting Life – into …
for emily dickinson and john milton. they shut you up in prose and darkness… / jordan busson. 24 august 2009.
Let me be the water / That caresses your body / As you flow through me / My ripples and streams / Will gently kiss your curvature My liqui…
Lost without love’s touch / The sky was purple that day / September rainfall / Spicing the air in tendrils / Reminding me to choose life M…
This poem, in Tanka style, was inspired by a bmail conversation I had with a beautiful friend and is dedicated to her and to the love and support of friends.
If I’ve ever been tired of something / Today was the day / I walked in a class of white AU students / And that bigot looked my way My fur…
We all know about racism….but we never talk about it. Seriously, ask yourself how this topic makes you feel. We don’t want to touch it because we know it’s still there…it will never go away….
There is a truth inside me / That has never been told / A secret in my heart / That is many years old There is an ache in my soul / That w…
When you look at Isa / what do you see? / Do you see the real woman / that is inside of me? / If not, then please take a good look at me. / .....
/ My cousin Isa Rodriguez is a very talented photographer who now discovered the joy of writing. I have written this for her not only because I love her, but because I want her to know that she is an inspiration to others.
I’ve been gone so long / Will you still be there for me / Keep the porch light on / Wait for me through the cold nights / I am coming home t…
Inspired by Mimi Yoon’s beautiful artwork “I’m coming home….” / here
kiss me in that dark of time / that lies between thought’s waking / and the soul’s ascension / to dream
Engel!: Es wäre ein Platz, den wir nicht wissen… written during my maths final. / jordan busson. 13 november 2009. add elucidate on: /
let go of my hands / i can’t touch the stars / when you hold so tight! / these 4 mile tethers / attached to your dreams are choking me; / e…
stream of consciousness deminished hexaverse.
See me / Sense me / Feel me / Like me / Know me / Want me / Yes? Take me / Thrill me / Seek me / Find me / Lose me / Tease me / Ohh…... Want …
Ummmm…..does this need a description??
I do miss you and I’ve been missing you for days / We talk every day, hours turn into minutes, and time never stays / My eyes get tired and…
12-18-2009 This has been inspired by a poem I read by our very own Famous and Talented writer, Shoaib ! He posted this poem about a week ago, and after I read it, which I loved :)...it did linger in my head…cuz it was like a little story…and I really wanted to know how it ended :) So of course, my first version ( yes, I wrote 2 different version :)) LOL ) ended like most our comments to him….”Yes, any girl would wait at the station” I mean….geez, Shoaib def, knows how to work his words so we can all be under his spell :)) LOL / but seriously, when I really started to think, I realized in real world, nothing is that easy…and what if as much as one wants to be there, but they can’t…no matter how much they love, they end up missing each other instead…so all these what ifs came to play…and this is what I came up with from a different POV :) / Now I know I’m not a writer…so to me this was more like a LONG COMMENT :)) LMAO / so THANK YOU for reading and putting up with my words :)) XO and most importantly…THANK YOU Shoaib for your beautiful words, mind and how you truly inspire US all :) You are a True gift to anyone who’s path crosses with yours ! Please read more of Shoaibs’ work here at this link :) / shoaib and as of 12-20-09 My Pretty, Talented and GIFTED friend, Cynthia also wrote HER own version of this little ride…and it is the BEST :)...so please please click on this link, so you may enjoy reading this story from yet another beautiful POV :) / Cynthia Lund Torroll / LOVE U GIRL :) SO WHO ELSE WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS TRAIN RIDE???? THIS RIDE IS FREE..SO YOU DON’T EVEN NEED A TICKET TO GET ON, JUST YOUR HEART and MIND :))) 12-20-09 / AND now my good friend Richard, just took the challenge and came up with this other amazing TRIP…wow…I love reading all these versions :) / Thanks R…what a nice surprise :) xx / Please read his poem at this link :) / clickinhistory with only few hours later, I just found out another BRILLIANT artist has decided to share her story at this STATION…I cannot even began to tell you, how thrilled I was to read her version…Tempe, YOU ARE TRULY REMARKABLE…thank YOU :) / Please take a moment and ENJOY her amazing words using this link :) / Tempe Below is Shoaibs’ amazing Poem / which started this Journey for me :) / THANK YOU so so much Shoaib…for letting ME, of all people to play around with some of your words :) I felt like I was writing a script …this was one of the best experiences for me…now I know why writing can be FUN :) xx and for the rest of you writers…watch out…I may just have to start leaving these LONG Comments as well …lmaoooooo :) The journey* I miss you and I’ve been missing you for days / Where does the time go when we talk for hours and nothing stays? / I close my eyes and we part ways / I want to say… Hey beautiful / I wish I could stay / But I’m late for my train / So many thoughts are running off like a relay / There is no delay despite how much it rains / It’s rainy without you here and I’m already late / I have to go so, please don’t look away Hey beautiful / I have so much to say my thoughts are lost just like that runaway train / You / Give me the strength to maintain / And it isn’t even like me to behave this way / Today / I got up at dawn and prayed / In an ancient tongue that is as unfamiliar to me as the pain / Of Sunday mornings where I had to learn to recite that grace / “oh ye who reject faith / I worship not what you worship nor do you worship what I worship / And I will not worship what you worship nor will you worship what I worship… / ….you unto your religion and me unto mine” / Lines / Of the divine Hey beautiful, I too wish I could stop time / Instead I just close my eyes / Because true love is blind / So onto that train I climbed / Thinking I am so unprepared for this ride / It’s other’s blind faith in religion that makes me lose mine / Face it… we can’t all be right / And we change it…. To fit how we want to live our lives / I wonder sometimes… / Would I regret coming on board like the times in my life I lied? / And let others cry / Still sometimes / I try and hide / From all these thoughts that I keep inside / The point is we can’t even trust ourselves at times I just want to say hey beautiful / You decide / Because I don’t ever want to be the person that made you cry / Made you say hey… at least we tried / I want to be that heart in which you confide But it’s too much to ask someone to put their faith in you at night / When faith itself could be a lie / I have this reoccurring dream where I can’t run in a straight line / And when I stop to realign / I realize / I too am running out of time / I turn and wake to your empty bedside / I think nothing of it because it happens all the time So I walked down the aisle and take my seat and sigh / Left alone there I retreat in to the safety of my mind / I think it’s easier to be your own enemy sometimes / At least you feel like you can control your own lives / Even though you know full well that that’s not where peace resides / They say that true peace is felt inside / But I know poets are never right / Because what sounds beautiful isn’t always a true reflection of where we find / Our happiness to be at that particular time I saw a child on that train and he asked “are we there yet” / His young father said “son, we will get there soon” / His grandfather said “Look, how far we’ve already come” / And I… / I just looked out the window and questioned journey / And stayed silent on the destination / I can only pray that we find our salvation That you believe in me enough to be patient / And that when I get off this train… you decide to meet me at that station
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