Without Within


Gazing out across the waters lazy stretch
I smile
cannot drag my eyes away as
waves sweep over me, their tunes
attuned to my mind.

They penetrate its darkness
catch it in a mumble
…a jumble of remembering

Love is like a river on its
journey to the sea
but we each have to pay
the ferryman, eventually.

We share a shuddered sigh
(the breeze and I)

Do I close the book on
an unwritten page
forget the pain.
Tuck it neatly away on
the bottom shelf and never
feel that exquisite ache again.

Eternity…
such a long time to be
without, within

when in truth
it is the places we cannot go
that need to be touched
the most.

~*~

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Dance of Elegance


Softly she sighs as
daylight comes.
I see the sun rise in
her eyes and smile at
light of dawn.

Her reflection shines
in
pools.

Calm

Serene….

She moves across the water in
the stillness of my mind
and soon my thoughts are
lost in clouds of
feathered down as she lifts
her wings to flutter

But….

never makes a
sound.

She ruffles my heart with
the majesty of her
moves.
Her feathers tickle me
lightly as she plays a
symphony of sound in the
ripples lovely
flow.

A perfect gift from
heaven with that twinkle in
her eye.
She glides into my dreams.
beautiful water
queen.

Perfection personified

and..

So pleasing to my eye.

~~*~~

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Poetry Pentry #64

The Kiss

What bliss there is
in the magic of a kiss.

Lips part
as face approaches awaiting
eager face.

Eyes shine and twinkle
their dare
as minds entwine inside
their circle of unknown
mystery.

Breathing in the heat of
shared lover’s flame
pulses beat a tempo
of steadily building drums
the closer each one comes.

Savouring with all senses
everything devine
time stands still

…forgotten.

All that matters is
the now.

They are creating

Magic.

Closer, then closer still
the thrill of it is there
they are in
the essence of a kiss.

The eagerness to touch

parted mouths that wait

…anticipate

Yet reluctant to release

they gaze

and still, the moment builds
’til the waiting is too tense
too tempting and, the urge
becomes too strong

Lips meet eager lips
and then

the kiss is won.

~*~

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The pic is of course, of famous actors Clarke Gable and Vivien Leigh from the movie Gone with the Wind. I think it has to be one of the most romantic movies ever made. Such passion.

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Poetry Pantry # 64

 

Pandora and the Flying Dutchman

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skins turned to dust long ago.
Only ghosts sail this vessel upon upon the sea.
Unforgiving wood from ancient trees has stood
the test of time despite smooth sailing and many an angry
squall that sweeps across her bow every now and then.
It doesn’t matter how calm or fervent the storm rages.
All residue is washed from the deck on the next Atlantic breeze.
He teases the cloak across the lean trunk of his body,
so sick of tasting salt on his tongue.
I feel sad for this lonely figure but all records kept swore
they spoke the truth.
He’d murdered his wife thinking her unfaithful.
Mistaken, he’d forsaken his God and now the Flying Dutchman
was doomed to reach the precipice of time only to turn away.
He would never know the peace that comes with death for
he’d been cursed to sail the seven seas for all eternity.

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Author’s Notes: Ever since I was a child I’ve known the legend of the Flying Dutchman. He’s been imortalised a few times both by famous poets and also a 1951 movie starring Ava Gardner and James Mason. The Flying Dutchman originates sometime in the 16th century where a ships captain so in love with his wife in a rage accidentally kills her because he thought she’d cheated on him. Sentenced to death and half-crazed from the loss of his wife he blasphemes against God, but the night before his execution his cell door mysteriously opens and he escapes, only to discover his ship is now manned by ghosts and he is doomed never to die.  He is allowed to go ashore once every 7 years for six months. Long enough for him to try to find a woman who will love him enough to be willing to die for him.

The movie is set in 1930 and Pandora is a beautiful femme fatale.  Men fall in love with her at the drop of a hat but, she is incapable of loving anyone until, she meets the Flying Dutchman. She is drawn to him without understanding his allure. She is his wife, his love, re-incarnated. She loves him enough to die for him but, he loves her enough to want her to live.
The movie was a fabulous love story.

This link can read about the Flying Dutchman
This link is write-up of the movie Pandora & The Flying Dutchman

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The Sunday Whirl #19

 

Weeping Willow

Quite impossible
Weeping willows bend not break
Accommodating
All seasons which arrive
None mars their magnificence

~*~

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Shared with G-Man’s Friday Flash 55 (didn’t realise this had to be exactly 55 words & not less than, will know next time) 🙂
The Purple Treehouse: WAKA

In the Shadow of Giants

 In ancient lands across
shifting sands
searing heat distorts

renders mysterious mirage
where belly dancers
entrance with sultry moves
to a beat of rhythmic drums

their sensual sway wafts smells of
hashish, sweetened in the bowl with
liquid opium and other things
to enhance their share of the hookah pipe
and, captivated
gaze upon jewel encrusted navels.

Ships of the desert graze, occasionally
grunt, groan or stoop heads to drink from
fresh water pools in the plush oasis
as day yields the sky once more
toward the center of night
and there they’ll laze
in the shadow of giants.

~*~

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Book of Dreams

BOOK OF DREAMS

We adapt, lift
then carry our loads
on the road home.
Fast and loose
or slow and easy
our destiny ends
the same.

Hanging by a moment
I glide in sweet repose
remembering

Once….

I danced in
the rain
Made love in its
warm waterfall.

Smiling as I allow the thought
to tickle my senses again.

Like a magnet

Passion is the attraction.
I live and breathe its
fiery flame.

Scars fade over time
but words remain unchanged
One lie cuts like a
thousand
Because words mean
…everything to me.

I desire to fly
in light and dark
trusting
in what I can’t see
to do no harm.

Free

Under the sun or ‘neath
moonlight’s softest gaze.

In my book of dreams
anything is possible
and nothing left
to chance.

~**~

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This lovely award

An unexpected surprise

I feel so lucky

I would like to nominate the poet Quills for Rally #51

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Thursday Poets Rally Week #50

Softness

Softness, I think of you with softness.

Watching a dance of clouds hear calls from
a beckoning sea and, the sky rushes
to kiss the earth.
This sweeps over my soul
…so passionately.

Sing me a song and
I’ll paint you a picture.
A story without words.

A lazy gull eyes me
and, immune to any other noise
espies the waters gentle wave
we connect through unseen strands
of universal weave on an August breeze.

Life, evolving
expands as outward ripples radiate
in never-ending streams.

Complex simplicity

for you
for me

to share and, to bear witness to the scene.

The liquid light of healing
spreads its canvas across the world
soothing memories for the soul.

~*~

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Original Sin

ORIGINAL SIN

You are sultry, silent
gazing at me
…waiting.
I am mesmerized
for you have that ‘look’ in
your eyes and I am
helpless to resist the wanting
of your promise.

I am the wind that brushes
your hair.
My fingers…
the comb that teases its
way slowly through those tresses
to release your wildest
shiver.

You part your lips for me
I approach
and dormant butterflies in my
sex take to flight as I see
that soft pink flesh
wet and wanting my
kiss.

You entwine slender fingers
anticipating my touch
electrifying each lustful
thought in my mind as it too
feels their tips upon
my own willing skin.

Eager to please, you tease me
with a hint of breast’s as ripe
as apples dangle tempting
from the bough waiting for me
to satisfy my hunger on
their ache.

You look at me like the
Goddess of Love just
claimed her richest prize
and I come willing

knowing that lusting after
your forbidden fruit will be my

Original Sin.

~~*~~

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I do not believe in the Biblical teachings of how the creation of humans began. I do however think that the original Adam and Eve were probably told not to tamper with the tree of knowledge (Our DNA) or there would be serious consequences. I do believe we are doing now exactly what we were told not to do.
I recently read they are creating human/animal beings now. Such as, putting a human brain into a pigs body, growing human kidneys in sheep, growing human ears on mice and such. Who knows what they’re creating in secret laboratories. Scientists know no limits, now they can manipulate our DNA, to what they will try to create. They didn’t get those pictures of men with horse’s bodies, and men with wings and other such things from out of nowhere. They had to have first been seen to have been drawn/carved into history. I maybe wrong but, do feel sooner, rather than later, this tampering with our DNA will bring about our downfall.
I also feel that mankind has been at the height of great civillisation before, we’ve had all sorts of knowledge about space flight and how to defy gravity for speed and such as that but because there was such a mass mix of human/beastial beings and abberations, the Prime Creator/s bought about the Great flood to wipe it all out and begin again.
I don’t know if my thinking is right or wrong, really… no-one can say because we weren’t there.

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dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight #6(tomorrow)

A Tale of Two Cities

 

 

 

 

 

Tormented screams from thumb screw tortures caused him to
shudder as the key spin in the lock. He cracked the heavy wooden door
aside then, pushed it open wide. It was so dark and damp inside.
The man he sought lay there on cold, hard granite. Body lean, wasted.
One torch licked and split it’s light in ghastly shadows
upon the walls, dropping off dying ash in flame and spitting falls.
The stranger moved swiftly. Cloak covering the slouch that bought him
face to face with the lying man. With cheap wine (heavily doped)
he hoped t’would quickly make him sleep before he could protest this deed.
With all good speed he forced the gasping man to drink and
as he quickly fell asleep it was then, that he changed places.
Later that day…
He heard the drums but the sun was warm on his face as looked up to see
its rays gleaming brightly on the dripping blade.
Pityful women in the front row knitted tri-color hats with feverish intent
interrupting their stiching every now and then to rise up and cheer with the crowd as the blade came down with such a whoosh, a thump, and another head
rolled into the waiting basket.
His heart then knew a moment or two of desperation and what it
must be like to live here in this peasant revolution. This dreadful reign of terror
but, he fought away those fears amidst their half-crazed cheers.
He was a drunken sop, and had spent a whole life wasted… until he
met and fell in love with the other man’s wife. He’d made a vow that he would
do whatever he could to ensure her happiness and that of those she loved.
With this last sober act, he felt his soul, cleansed.
Now, it was time to say goodbye.
‘It is a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever done. It is a far, far
better rest I go to, than I have ever known.’

 

 

 

      

 And the blade fell….His life, done.

The Sunday Whirl Wordle words caused me to think of this when I saw the words this morning.
It’s loosely based on the Famous author Charles Dickens novel A Tale of Two Cities
A story of both London and Paris (being the two cities) beginning in in 1775….leading up to and including the French Revolution.
It’s a tale of a man who falls in love with a young woman who, though she loves him as her friend she, is not in love with him. Rejected he swears that he will always love her and will do whatever it takes to see her happiness and those she loves. He’s a drunk and a waster though, but when he hears about her being caught up in the troubles of the French Revolution he goes to Paris and with the help of others, he assists her and her child to escape then, sets about freeing her husband in the only way he knew how. They looked very similar in appearance.  He bribes the jailers to let him and his helpers into the Bastille (prison)  and, swops places with him.

This has been made into a movie several times over the years, the version I grew up watchin and therefore remember the most is one made in 1958 starring  Dirk Bogarde as Sydney Carton, Dorothy Tutin as his lady-love, Christopher Lee, Leo Mckern & Donald Pleasence. The pictures are from that movie.

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Poets United Pantry #63
Carry on Tuesday #prompt Time to say goodbye

Kiss the Rain

Autumn’s leaves changing
leaves me
feeling restless.

I’ll miss the summer’s warmth.

They’re dying on the ground
and soon I’ll be surrounded.

Each one, reminds.

Other’s dance by my window
I watch the rains arrive

falling…

it’s pitter-patter, splatter
soft, upon my thoughts of yesterday.

Were they yesterdays or, so
long ago it sometimes seems
like forever now.
If I die young, remember
we’re here for really
just a moment in time.

Rain always soothes the ache
I can’t describe

I’ll try to harmonise
let the peaceful
sounds caress

better yet…

It can wash thought clean of pain
I’ll go outside and

Kiss the blessed Rain.

~*~

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*106 words + prompt*
If I have nowhere in particular to go, I’ve always loved walking in a gentle rain. Soft rain, warm rain. 
Water of any type anywhere that I can see, hear or watch its movement, has always been like a soothing balm to me.

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The Greater Hope

A hint of fragrance
sweet secrets stirred

just out of reach

emotions rise
tidal waves of passion

tsunami.

On bended knee
I surrender

trusting the stillness
of tranquility beyond
embrace of light.

She speaks to me now
through whispering winds
delivering a greater hope

and the world goes on

and the world goes on.

 ~*~

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You have been featured on Friday Poetry Blog Review at Gooseberry Garden.
I logged in this morning to discover the above in a comment left overnight.
I’m deeply touched by this honour, thank you.

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Romantic Friday Writers #15 New Horizons

Everything to Me

EVERYTHING TO ME

Clouds drift on by
in a dreamers lazy sky
whilst I,
in deepest contemplation
absorb each changing form
wondering at their wander.

It’s what I do
to bring me through
all the days gone by
then somehow, back
into the now.

He
(my dog)

digs holes in sand
simply, because he can
whilst I watch waves
come rolling in
but…
do they crash upon the rocks
of my desire.

There’s thunder in my heart
and a fiery spirit
where passion still burns
hot
hot
hot
Insists on stirring
my souls content
once more into longing.

Can it be
Will it be.

Dreaming
yes…. I can dream.

The kindest breeze
I’ve felt
teased my senses today
Maybe
it was a hand I loved
caressing my cheek
(seemed to say)
‘Listen to my beautiful noise
as I speak through chimes
that will ripple across those tears
inside your waiting heart
and, ease its lonely pain.’

So I listened as the chimes rang.

Aware they came seeking my spirit flame
finally, resonating deep within
to shake the core of my being

and I believe it was then
an Angel sang to me.

‘You need to love and to be loved again
for….
your health, well-being, happiness and you mean

Everything to Me.’

~*~

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I heard the most beautiful sounds from the biggest, deepest, loveliest sounding wind chimes I’ve ever heard. Such a beautiful noise, and instantaneous Daydreaming for just a moment of time….
I could’ve wept because their beautiful, perfect tones seemed to touch my soul.

The walk on the beach with Timmy (the dog)  is real. Those chimes in the picture aren’t the windchimes I’d heard, the ones I heard were varied lengths, the longest pipe of which was maybe 4 inches in diameter&  maybe 6 feet long. Their sound reverberated inside me.

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Imperfect Prose

Open

OPEN

A hand … reaches
Pandora’s last hope, in open palm.

It’s all about love and peace,
she taught and, teaches still
tho’ her stone is mute, cold.

But,
her thoughts are there in the ether now
in up and downward spirals.
On repeated prayers and gasp of air
which leave and then fan outward.
Become yet more ethereal strings as
butterfly wings which set
leaves on the bough to tremble
from anticipated thrill
and then traverse through living veins
sending welcome shivers to the brain
from that translucent touch.

Eyes are windows to the soul
I saw yours in those pools
but,
can I forgive, again.
Would I have enough right stuff to become
another viable tower of strength
when I’m so tired of it all.

If I am love…

Somewhere deep within
(where I store my book of days)
through the endless nights
One day I may write
that yes, I forgave you
on a silent, Autumn breeze.

~*~

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Some thoughts on how Mother Teresa helped influence our world
and some other thoughts wanting to be said. 
It is not about being submissive nor, weak.

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Poetry Pantry #62

Pegasus


When Perseus cut off the Medusas head, she bled.
Dripped her life-force into a frothy foaming sea
and you were born, then rose up
Flying Horse.
Oh, white winged steed, strong in body, swift of speed
and bravest heart of all.
A frolicsome beast, you feasted then kicked a hoof
accidentally opened a spring (since then called) The Hippocrene
from out of which water gushed, and when those drank
from this new fountain they began to sprout poetry and other
musings well to tell of your tales of daring do for
all of time, to remember you.
And when he showed you the Golden Bridle you came tame.
Allowing Bellerophon to claim then ride your muscular frame and
thereby he named you

Pegasus….

With him astride your back you rode across the sky
soon flew into battle and slew the beast Chimera, then
raced off to face adventures, ever new.
And he loved you flying horse, black-eyed sturdy steed
of speed and darling of the Gods.
But then Bellerophon presumed too much and as such bid
you fly up to Mount Olympus, thereby angering Zeus in
as much as he in turn sent down a stinging fly which saw
you buck and chuck Bellerophon from off your back,
and he was lost.
But with long white mane and tail flowing freely in the
breeze you rode on once more with feathered wings that
flapped again and an ease that took you up to meet your
destiny with one God.
Soon mighty Zeus took one look at you, fell in love, entrusting
you his thunderbolts to carry, and you served him so well that
when your time was done he couldn’t bear to leave you
away from him too far and, being God of all Greek Gods he
ensured your silent immortality by making you
a constellation of stars.

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One Single Impression #181 silence