TUG of WAR

BAck is the King
Hiding his sword!
You came along with that smile on your face.
You came up with caressing hands.
I came down to your feet.
I thought I’d turned the page,
But the treacherous wind
Pushed it back.
Why do you insist
On this tedious, fatiguing return
To my mind?
Seems I have no wings
To fly away from your image-
My inspiration
For my best love making.
Fed up with this imagination…
Here comes the king!
Why do you insist
On staying where I am not welcome?
Saw you kissing me
Got aroused by your whispering
Why do you insist?
Why do I persist?
I thought I’d turned the page
But it’s open again In the very same place.
Back is the king!
Work and time
Wasted.
Why do I insist?
What the hell brought me
To this never ending condition?
Stuck in another woman's reign!
Do set off with all your troops
Do set out. Leave my land
Vanish away
And let new breezes
Blow in my track.
© Dulce

Growing UP

Impossible to go through life…

Without a badly done work

Without a disappointing friendship

Without a health problem

Without a relative’s death

Without a lover’s abandonment.

That’s the price of life.

Yet our reactions to all that

Makes the difference.

If our aim becomes collecting

Eternally bleeding wounds,

We’ll live like injured birds-

Unable to fly.

We grow when we still can see hope

And some will and faith remains.

We grow when reality is accepted

And have enough courage

To go on existing.

I grow when I accept my fate

And have the desire

To make a change work out

I grow by learning

From what I’ve left behind

Devising what is in front…

I grow every time I excel myself,

Love myself and bear fruit.

As I give in,

As I leave marks on my way

Collecting experiences…

I grow as I challenge goals

No matter the negative comments

Or mockery of the others.

I grow every time I get the best

Of my strong character.

Supported by my knowledge, my wisdom,

My sensitiveness, my humanity.

I grow when I face winters without leaves

When I pick up thorny flowers…

I grow as I help my fellow human beings

Giving Life more than I get from It.

I grow when I stand

And don’t get back

When I fight tooth and nail.

Dropped and weighed anchor

Then I feel I shine like a star

Then I feel I'm alive-

I’ve grown UP.

© Dulce

TEARS

In nobody’s domain
She runs and walks in circles
Wasted attempt to focus
Upon just what she sees.

She loses control
And the power of her mind
Gives her these exasperating thoughts,
Undesired presents
From a shattered heart.

Lies on the wet sand
Trying to find answers
Up in the sky
Or at least, blankness
Absolute obliviousness.

The insistent,
Exhausting brainwork
Makes her give up,
So tears flow from her eyes
And groans from her mouth…
A moment relief materializes.

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55 WORDS

BED SHARING

While she was cooking dinner

he was mowing the grass outside.

She felt this pressure in her throat

As if someone was trying to suffocate

her from behind.

Voiceless, she called her man out

In vain.

At last she woke up

to find his arm covering

her nose and mouth.

Just a sleeping couple accident...

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(C) Dulce

HALF QUEST

I’ve run with wolves

Who hurt me badly

Seen the light

With dazzling eyes

Made wrong calls

Which ruined the plan

I’ve played with clowns

Who laughed at me

I’ve reached the top

Of a brisk walk

Lived astounded

A beloved’s agony

I’ve perceived God

And then deceived me

I’ve flown with angels

But lost my patience

Made up myself

After losing all hope

Defied fate

After losing lots of battles

Been able to tear the list

Of those fake lovers

I’ve trudged alone

While cried and yelled my head off

Learnt and forgotten

Had to start again

I've seen myself insane

Had to start again

In my mentioning these few

I’ve suffered, I’ve smiled

I’ve surrendered

I’ve survived.

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© Dulce

EYEWITNESS

Looking down
At the Earth
I behold
Millions of cars
Going along highways.
Perfect harmony.
Thousands of planes
Flying above us
Taking people away
or back home.
Perfect harmony.
I can observe
Half the globe is asleep
And the other starting life
One more day
And keeps spinning
Around the sun.
I notice the waves breaking
Against all shores
Perceive wild animals looking for food
The poles melting down
Lots of us trying to say something
To the world from this device.
Praiseworthy people.
I witness from above
This woman I’ve become,
How she still
Brings back useless memories
Guilt
Passion
Old Miseries
Which lead her nowhere…
And I laugh at her.

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© Dulce

An Old Dream

As I go up on this coach
Taking me to the highest village
I see the woods
Smell the pines...
The heat
Warns there could be a fire...
Now, those valleys and beautiful
Rebuilt old houses.
I see myself
Making tea in one of those
It’s ours
Our garden is the wild around
You are trying to paint
This landscape
In the abstract
I observe you
You kiss me I love you
And I feel
The happiest woman on Earth
Will this ever come true?
I’m getting old
And so are you.

© Dulce

ATLANTIC

Blue

Blue

Blue

A blessing it is

Being able

To swim

In these Ocean shores.

I’ve had four already today

And more could I;

Dive in your transparent

Apparently blue-

Waters

Look up

As foaming waves break

–a feeling of completeness.

Now… must be leaving…

No, let’s get in

Once more

And another.

I never get enough- it seems

Close my eyes and hear Nothing

The most peaceful silence

Only You and me

Me and You

Open my eyes and dive

Farther in,

Farther down

Blurred sight

Into the deepest inside,

Like eternity.

Does not wait for me

But kind of calls me

Observes me

With huge monster eyes

Those of the unknown

Another expression of God

A very possible death

My encounter with

The more than immense…

A choice,

Inviting me

Are you crying out my name?

No

I need to enjoy You

Much more

Much longer

Stay there

Unmovable

Be rough or

Be serene

So that I can

Contemplate

Your divinity or

Make love

Together.

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© Dulce..... (in compensation for what I wrote yesterday...)

Around Me

This is not a poem, nor a story. It is about life and how it revolves around me (or us). Just a few from a million examples.

I spent a few days in a hotel in the south of my island. Funny, G. Man said: ‘if you live in The Canaries where do you go for holidays?’

Ok. We like (and often need) to leave the islands, but to do so you cannot just take a scooter. You must fly or spend three days on a boat to get to Europe. I hate flying but, thank God, Valium^® exists! My idea, at first, was to fly away, but my plans were ruined for reasons not worth saying now.

Back to the hotel. There I saw that those who are from the island pay much more than Spanish (from the mainland) or foreigners, who come with the All-Included stuff and pay less in ten days than me in just three. Unfair.

To be able to get internet connection I had to pay one euro for ten minutes. Unfair. Internet should be free to customers. Instead of TV (or together with it) we should have one in the room… after all it’s a four- star!

But the crisis is getting clearer… That seems to be the reason why most of the islanders here have chosen to stay and go down south, rather than travel to Europe, America or Asia (very few go to Japan or Australia), because they cannot afford the very expensive plane tickets and the hotels abroad. But I wonder if they have really saved that much.

It's said that these are the Fortunate Islands. Well, apart from the all-year -round nice weather I do not see much fortune here. And that weather thing is not so fortunate, either. We’d like to live each season as everyone else does. We are limited by the sea all around- which is great- especially to surfers!...

I am not saying I’d rather live somewhere else, but…It’s unfair to me today.

I’ve realized how much the world revolves around me and all of us (that Steve’s comic strip has given me lots to think!).

Two days ago there was an explosion in a pyrotechnics factory near my house. Two were killed. Oh yes! this has been big news. Last year there was a plane accident in Madrid airport where 154 people died. 90% were from my island. We all really got shocked and moved for months and still think about it in the anniversary (two days ago too!).

Ninety-five people (violence) have died in Baghdad, more than 567 in China (floods). Disasters. Unfair, yes.
But why is it that we suffer more for two people who we do not know than for 567 Chinese people we do not know? Do we think there are so many Chinese … (what’s 567 out of a billion?) Or is it because they are far away from us? Or is it that we are so used to listening to or reading or watching such pieces of news coming from the far East that we have become indifferent to them?

UNFAIR.

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© Dulce

55 words

SCALES
It is as simple as scales:
When one is alone
one has to stand
on one's own weight,
no matter how fat,
no matter how slim...
- Apparently,it seems,
couples are the perfect balance... .
But alas!
so often does one sink
and drown
because of the other's overweight!
...Thus, I'd rather keep on my kilos!

(C) By Dulce Rosales

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EagerNESS

Before I’m sent to a madhouse,
I must enjoy my madness.
Before another man fills me up
with bitterness and deceitfulness,
I’ll make the best
of all this Sweetness
which sprouts everywhere.
Before joy becomes corruptness,
let’s have more
of that freeness,
that frankness,
that absurdness.
Before agedness seizes me all over,
I promise to commit myself to yet
more girlishness,
more laziness,
more sexiness…
Before I am overcome
by any type of dullness,
I’ll keep on
with my drunkenness,
my positiveness,
my sublimeness…
Before it’s too late,
and that might be right tomorrow,
I’m going to lean on
more cheerfulness,
wiseness,
uniqueness,
absoluteness.
Oh yes!
Let it be
Let this eagerness of mine
keep on blowing and flowing
Like this!
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(C) Dulce ♥

Not a Sporty Girl I Am

How quickly they can change
From one to another…
These lucky men:
They go alone
To a bar or disco
And attractive they remain
We women cannot be seen
By ourselves in those places:
That gives people
Food for thought!
This One went there once
Out of not so many
After divorcing Jane and all the stuff
Two sweet children in the world,
With Mom at that moment- as usual…
Leaning on the bar
He could observe:
Girls were vain Barbies
Boys > starving Vultures.
The barwoman
with Barbie eyes asked,
‘Anything to drink?’
‘No, thanks.’
Went home
Woke up early
No hangover
Off he went
Running along the beach
Felt superb…
Shame I was
One of those Barbies
Or one of the Vultures!?
All the same…
I still sleep alone
And He’s already got
The right Girl!
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© Dulce

AWAKENING

Tired eyes encounter

Cauliflower clouds

A brightness sparkling

The idea

Leading to the white flowers

Those waves

As they break

This still winter,

Peaceful backwater

Cold beach

Sated with stillness

And flushness

As I breathe this eternal

Agony

For being alive

And at the sea

Gaze

Less tired now

My arms filled

With this awakening

The encounter…

Grief for Death

and the dead

And a fear

Of the beyond

Of the farthest

No-

Of the nearest.

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© Dulce

WARM NIGHT

I fix my eyes
on the white silky curtain
smoothly moved
by that gentle breeze.

After you’ve come

to your climax

and me to mine.

Two naked bodies and minds

relaxed in bare thinking.

Soothing sighs.

Lying your head on my chest

After that love we’ve made.

Fingertips so softly

caressing my skin…

Goose pimples.

Stroking your fine hair.

Your sweet eyes

have observed me

With all the love

A man is able to.

Your tender lips

Slowly kissing me all over.

Your melodious voice

Praising my sensuality.

We do not need to rush to it.

It’s already here,

It's been all the time.

The gentle breeze keeps

blowing the white curtain.

A shooting star-

I’ve woken up.

© Dulce R.

NO DIRECTION

By now, we should be knitting this affair.
Endless sense of wasted time.
But still a drop of maybe
Or perhaps
Or who knows...
Missed opportunities because of you.
No staring at any other Direction,
Just because of you.
Fixed on the idea of Me and You,
While time does as it should:
Run its course.
And nothing special happens...
By now, we should be working this out.
For it's been too long a period
Of waiting, hoping and expecting.
Did not want to stand by till the end,
But that seems what must be done.
And now what's next?
Dreaming dreams of perfection,
Dreaming souls of deception
Why can't one see?
These clear disappointing paths
To No Direction.

(C) By Dulce Rosales, 2009

THE TIME BEING

This is just a matter of choice:

How awesome the sight of you,

Any vivid feeling of you.

I turn and there you are.

If I don’t

You are there too, but,

Unaware-

This is blindness, madness,

Lack of common sense.

Just undergoing your intrinsic aim

makes this my world trustworthy…

That can be anyone or anything

Beginning with F, M or S.

Any drop of rain.

The far away stars.

The smell of the wind.

The flavour of my guilty beers.

It’s the time I’ve lived,

All the years I’ve suffered

and enjoyed.

It’s my Brother’s loss.

My Son’s impassive presence.

It’s my best friend’s catching laughter.

All the men I’ve adored

And those who managed to adore me.

A simple smile from an unknown.

All the efforts from the handicapped.

It’s the Sun, the Moon, the Sea…
It’s Mother Nature and

The incomprehensible outer space.

My plants as they grow.

My loneliness as it grows.

Every candle I light.

and the ”there- must- be -a –good-

reason- for- such- disgrace.”

I turn to wish this luminosity

was my eternal companion.

Now I’ve come to understand:

What we call God

Is everything between

Myself and Death.

© Dulce Rosales