Unblogging

I am the robot
The inventor
The creator
Robot needs to be turned off
Inventor supports the idea
Creator needs a break
So we’ll be off here
For a few days
We are flying away
Robot will tell us the way
Inventor will support the idea
And creator will decide
Eventually where to stay
This was just to say
We love you anyway
And though we need not to explain
We hope to be back home again
On sunny Sun Day.

© Dulce

Happy Thanksgiving to all my blogging and loving American friends!

Bell Ringing

This rings a bell
I’ve been here before
You came in my dream
How that can be
You had gone
How nice to see
You overcame it brother
Everything back to normal.

I’ve been here before
In love with the impossible
Searching in vain
For someone
To value me
The queen, the goddess
What are you afraid of
Stupid coward.

I’ve been here before
In this sea with those waves roaring
Wanting to take hold of me
As I run up a higher spot
Stirring I can’t, we can’t.

This rings a bell
I’ve seen this before
The little child
Crying cause nobody
Understands her
As she hides in her shell…
These damned flashbacks...!

© Dulce ...............................................................................................Image> Waiting for the Winter Sun(Deviantart)

Dinner Time

She sets the table
Lights two candles
And a third
For him
Cries a little
Her inner tears
Are a cascade
Constantly weeping
Deep in a forever
Broken soul
Looks at his photo
And thinks
Not too much awareness please
This absence
His laughter
His absence
Again she realizes
And then cannot
Of them take hold
Any more
Plays his music
Looks around
Dancing tears
Knowing
He’s surely observing
Does he like this?
Moving and crying
In a helpless attempt
To heal a forever
Broken soul…
Ten minutes later
Sad dinner is served

© Dulce.............................................................................................................Image: Dancing Woman, Deviantart

Mirror Mirror

Looking for some wrinkles
At that never deceiving mirror
She succeeded
Looking for a sign of sadness
As well.

Beauty spots
Far away from beauty
These days
Flabbiness
Uninvited hairs
What the hell…
I told you from here
To stay away.

Once more
She laughs at herself
For being tempted
By young age
To call at a door
So well locked
A long time ago.

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Two in One

She is black she’s white

She is yin and yang

So sweet so bitter at times

Not the fact that she’s moody

But that she is

Dark and bright

She cries and she laughs

Loves and hates

Not the fact that she’s moody

But that she is

Empty and full

Drunk and sober

Prays and curses

She fills up and deletes

Not the fact that she’s moody

But that she is

Day and night

Cold and warm

Peaceful and cruel

Tamed and wild

Not the fact that she’s moody

But that she is

Two in one.

© Dulce................................................................................Image: Day & Night (Deviantart)

DESIRE

I sigh
Shrug my shoulders
Someone's taken those
Words out of me
They've saved my work
No need to
Make the effort
To write today
But I must restate
And clearly
Utter again
Because of you
I love you
Because of you
I love myself
....
Nice song

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret,
he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment,
he has no choice.

A lover asked his beloved:
- Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.

I love myself...I love you.
I love you...I love myself.

I am your lover, come to my side,
I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbours to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.
Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance.
Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

I desire you more than food or drink
My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste
I can sense your presence in my heart
although you belong to all the world
I wait with silent passion for one gesture one glance
from you.

Desire, by Bhudda Bar

Deskpot (55)

Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-Man ( Mr Knowitall)> The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.

EMPTINESS

So little,
Nothing really
I’ve got to give
No love, no hatred
I can offer
No nothing
Really
No points to discuss
No arguments to defend
No lies to pretend
Watering
Paper flowers
In this so ever
Dry garden
Two lizards
Going out
To sunbathe
In the fading
Autumn sun
A hundred times
Broken heart
Is not enough
The lightest piece
Of light
A bit of nothing
A slight
Open mind.
Another soul
Gone.
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© Dulce

Only He Can

The shadow of that tree

Is the shape of his smile

The form of that puddle

Is his puppy looking at me

In total disbelief

That cloud so huge

Reminds me of his allure

How he turns me on

Only he knows

...

The feeling of my skin

Is touched by his eyes

As they eager

To be by my side

So close to mine

And I melt

As his voice pronounces…

Please say it again

Sex…

Oh! His voice…

...

When he looks in my eyes

Naked I feel ‘cause

He can see my soul and beyond

How he turns me on

Only he knows

...

My beauty

My shape

My smile

His beauty out of reach

All limits and experience

All dreams and fantasy

Full of words of melancholy

And that glimpse he’s had

Is no other than me

On the other side

Looking at the shadow

The shapes

His beauty

Our smiles

Only he can awaken

In us tonight.

How he turns me on

Only he knows

Because only he can

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© Dulce

RAINY DAY

This is my old England

And my sad eyes looking

Through the rainy window

Drizzling as my heart

Longs to see my man.

This is my walking to college

Under my green umbrella

And the feeling of loneliness

And freedom of thought

It’s cold, it’s wet, so sad

Yet I feel how lucky I am

That glass of my tears

Saw you lighting a cigarette

At your window

Observing me

The beginning

Of such a short

Yet deepest affair

Another impossible love

This rain today is England

And my English Man

And that ‘I will always

Love you till the end of times.’

That easy is it to lie?

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To Mark

© Dulce

That One Past

That past
Might seem
A torment
On my back.
Yet, a past
All men have
On their track.
Never been alone
Lonely quite often,
Perhaps too long…
That past
At times
Brings back guilt
Others, this subtle,
Weird relief,
For I’ve been one
And a hundred.
I’ve played
So many games,
Hunted a few
Naïve preys…
Now it’s just time
To detain
And obtain
A deserved gift…
From the seeds
I’ve settled,
And take joy in this,
My present.
__________________________________Image: Shell of A MAn by Matthew Xavier (Deviantart)

© Dulce

Today I'd like to dedicate this poem to my friend and blogger, Liam, for his birthday, his amazing blog and his past, his present, his future...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIAM!

Right Now

I wish you knew

Right now…

About these feelings of mine

About this painful thinking

For loving you

Oh! I could not bear for you

To see my soul

As it cries out

For your comforting arms

To surround and

With kisses smother it

Oh! How can I get rid

Of this sweet feeling

Right now…

If only it did not do this to me

If only I could take control of it again

You’ve done it

You’ve won

Right now…

This is the first time

In many a moon

I have cried

I don’t know why

Or do I?

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Dulce

FACES

When she was an artist
She painted faces
Only faces
Many altogether
All of them sideways
Not spots or stains
On the other side
What did she want to hide?

When she was an artist
She wrote
The most confusing poems
Only she could understand
Nobody gave a damn
When she was an artist
She knew
How little she knew
And how much
So much more than the others

When she wrote
Her only way to clean
Such thoughts of love
Which didn’t exist
When she was an artist
She was too young

When she grew older
So old and wise
Did not hide anymore
Now she knew how
Decided to paint
Those faces again
And see what
There she found out.

© Dulce....................................................................................................................................................................................Image> Don't look Sideways (Deviantart)

My Little Doll...(55)

She was born
Out of date and
Will never forget
How badly it felt
To be unwanted.

Such a big family
Nobody cared
Her mum too busy
To understand
Her love demand.

Loud and inner weeping
What have I done
To deserve this veto?
She couldn’t get on…
Her only support
An old little doll…



© Dulce.

No Compassion

What is itDown there
My curiosity
What you have
Down there
The second place
I’ll put my hand…
The first
Both in your cheeks
To make sure
You are up here
In my lips
And
Once
I’ve found it there
Where it must be
I’ll have that great bliss
I’ve been longing for
This glowing hit
Which makes me
Once more
Be convinced
As long as
I get you there
Now you will this
Never miss.