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| Wheels On, My Gull |
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| White, Danielle |
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| Wilson, Jim |
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The bark worn smooth,
a scamper up.
Looking down takes my breath away.
Leveling off, I’m safe in the cockpit.
Flying the Iowa skies, way above the tassels,
Control panel at my fingertips.
Spreading my wings and charging the clouds.
Birds skimming by.
The branch cradling my adventure
is broad,
back firmly against the trunk,
sun over my shoulder.
Apple blossom shadows on my arm.
Between petals and freckles,
bright spot lights of sun
sparkle on my skin.
The petals are so pretty.
I pick a bouquet,
shinny down the tree, and
bring apple blossoms home to my mother.
It all came to me simply right out of the blue.
I was up against those war raging winds again.
I rose up to a failure of my life way back when.
But it was just like that and immediately I knew.
Abba they cry to my Father , Please! Please renew.
We are just crying out for we all come through sin.
We’re sin sick and do not honor where we’ve been.
It is in the air it is in the water it is definite parvenu.
Give me my purpose give me meaning for being in this.
I will absorb it and transform it to thought of my matter.
I shall come out negative or positive still blowing a kiss.
My thoughts my feelings my life already utterly a shatter.
Devastatingly! I have been denied,
Yet, miraculously! I have survived.
It is there to which is the beauty in all.
That of the heart to which we live and crave life.
It is that of an exotic heart to which we love in life.
That with a beauty of the skies as we hold that someone of special inside.
As it is that of a blessing to have that to which comes from inside.
It is that with a heat of passion as I have found myself to love one of passion.
It is that of the soul I fly as I soar that of the higher lands.
It’s there my erotic passion is as I think of us in play above a cloud.
Yes’ that of a land of free with rivers running abroad.
With that of beauty to behold as it is a land of bright.
Filled with that of great joy and love, knowing that you are here to love.
That in you I have found that of a greater love and that’s my hearts in love.
It comes with that of an exotic love as you make my heart feel that of love.
Feel that of a land of free as it soars above that of the highest seas.
Yes’ that of a mountain top rise because it is there the sea once lye.
But in my heart I have found that of a higher rise and knowing of you and
the love from inside.
As it is that of my erotic heart I hunt, is that of a fulfillment I feel
as I feel you here next to me.
In my heart but laid deep in the soul for it is there you roam as I feel that of
a passion and that is to which is my exotic heart in passion.
Feeling that of you here with me and both our hearts in an exotic passion,
with that of a love of high.
Because I would love you from the deepest of the inside as I would
always feel that of an erotic move.
As it is you that has made my heart in an exotic move.
Watch me rise and watch me fall
But I'll get back up with pride through it all
Watch me fall and watch me rise
And I shall find freedom of mind by outliving the lies
I had only been an actor
Performing to the false factor
Embodying mass confusion
Having the problem but no solution
My fear has always been to question the laws of man
Afraid of being human
Cause "Hypocrisy" was teaching me lies
Spirituality was dead to my eyes
I became hostage to this persona based on lies I created
Concealing flaws in my eyes I hated
Epidemic lies in confutation
Foreseen in the situation
Submitting my will to someone else's opinion of me
Condemned I was learning to be
But through time I grasp the concept of reality
Inflicting myself with prosperity
I used to be a performer, an actor
But today my eyes are opened to the benefactor
Watch me rise and watch me fall
But ill rebuild my soul and stand tall
Watch me fall and watch me rise
And no longer shall I be a stranger to my own eyes
The air was full, pregnant,
Shivered with anticipation.
All of nature held its breath.
The trees stood their small branches,
like eyelashes tensely open,
waiting for the day to blink.
Arching through the sky
Pale colors float in the mist
A Rainbow’s promise.
Purity,
innocence,
not touched by
the left.
Only the wanting,
with digits reaching
out,
with lips,
wanting lips,
throbbing heart,
and,
her honest smile.
Upon my lap,
my treasure find,
my lift,
her press,
our dancing hips.
Purity,
innocence...
that thank you kiss
In the light I see people everywhere.
I can't mistake joy for sorrow;
For their laughter makes me smile,
Yet I don't feel like looking forward to tomorrow.
In the darkness I see nothing,
In the end I'm drenched in comfort.
No one can hurt me here.
No one can find me here.
Still in the night,
Moving through my mind,
I allow myself to dream.
Moonlit waters, streams flowing,
I dance in the shadows of the trees.
Minding myself, unaware of my surroundings.
A hard, cold breeze blows,
Whipping me back to reality.
I somehow know that dream will not be true
Childhood delight, if meant to be
S'mores-gas-bord, little choc-o-chips
A Peanut Butter-Jelly tree
Capri Sun, lil' pouches - hmm - see
Jumping rope, and hop a few skips
Childhood delight, if meant to be
Squirrels & birds, quickly, munch with glee
Tree-crow protects from bunnyips
A Peanut Butter-Jelly tree
Sneaky, scavengers disagree
these treats for itty-bitty snips
Childhood delight, if meant to be
Problems could arise - gollee gee
Peanuts fall, they'll grab with grips
A Peanut Butter-Jelly tree
Nocturne critters, smaller bee
leaving behind few honey drips
Childhood delight, if meant to be
A Peanut Butter- Jelly tree
Tell me all about her
Is she beautiful?
Is she simple in her complex way?
Is she all you want and need?
Is she your everything?
Tell me is she beautiful?
Is she that pretty picture in your mind?
The one with whom you spend your time?
I bet she’s perfect
Is she the sun, the moon, the night, the day?
Is she the dream you wish would never go away?
Tell me is she beautiful?
Tell me is she special?
Is she perfect in her imperfections?
Is she fragile like a rose?
But yet so unbreakable
Tell me is she beautiful?
Is she the reason you can’t hide
The smile that’s stretched from eye to eye?
I bet you love her
Is the one who holds your heart?
The one who lies within your arms?
I bet she’s wonderful
Tell me am I beautiful?
Am I strong in my weak-hearted way?
Tell me that I’m worth it
If I fall on my knees and cry
Will you stay?
Please listen to me,
For I'm crying out in pain
As you begin to see,
That my life is not the same.
Listen to my voice,
And hear what is not said.
I am given no choice,
I follow where I'm lead.
Please listen to my tone,
Understand what need.
For I am all alone,
As I continue to bleed.
Can you not comprehend?
That I need to b saved.
As my will bends,
In my walls cave.
Please listen to my plea,
Or my life will be lost.
As you take my Sanity,
I hope its worth the cost.
You have taken me from my shell,
And laid bare my emotions.
You watched as I fell,
Face void of all devotion.
Please listen...Please listen to me.
Sun with its multitude of colors starts its
climb to high noon this morning.
While I walk the paved paths along city streets,
observing tendrils of light as they bend and twist their
way through brick, concrete and glass, creating art in the
middle of what we call the city.
A place we would not normally associate with art,
but must now and forever.
People now appear like ants, adding to the living,
moving, ever changing visual feast in this
gallery of life.
The air fresh and clear, teases my senses with what is
to come. Temperatures climb, giving our art a new and
different theme in which our art of summer can evolve.
I grab the handle of the glass door, as I start to pull, a
spear of brilliant light reflects in my eye, across
the street, to brick and mortar behind me,
then to a windshield of a car passing by.
I enter the market, the cold air of the air conditioning
blows my hair, and chills my face, as a
new living canvas awakens.
The market abuzz with everyday folks who have come
alive this morning, to experience this ever changing
canvas of art. A tribute to each and every
person who wakes each day.
As I stroll amongst the isles of boxes and cans nicely
aligned on rows of metal shelves, and produce neatly
stacked with the best and freshest on top for all to see. As
if a sculptor had been here for weeks, planning this
spectacle of vegetables and fruit.
This canvas we call life is here for all to mold, and we
must all open our minds, and hearts, not just the eyes to
what lies ahead after all, living, is what life is all about.
May your life's candle burn long!
http://charlesdennis.netne.net
© 2009 Charles Dennis
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 I would like to take this opportunity to thank poetrysoup for allowing me unleash this voice that has been inside me. I am so grateful for being able to voice my feelings!! Thank you for a job well done!! 
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