What is it ?

What was it

About you and me

That suddenly wanted to vanish

But could not?

What did it have to do

With time

Or distance

Since we  both always knew

Those

Did not exist?

What is it

Among us humans

Trying to stop

Quit

Since we both always knew

Those are but

Different, contradictory

Ways of looking at

The same reality?
...

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Dream In Motion by Tanya Mayers

The Agreement

‘Just one cut or sliced?’

‘This is not joy or pleasure

It’s justice, revenge…

One cut will be fine.’

‘Not sure this is right.’

‘Did he ever tell us about rights?

You were seven, I was five.’

‘Do you think he’ll die?’

‘No, we’ll call them in time’

‘We’ll go to jail…’

‘Yes, and that’ll be heaven!

Ready?’

‘Let’s…’

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To all the victims of sexual abuse and violence.

Posted for d’Verse Poets LinkNight- week 27 - Opening at 8 pm GMT [ 3 pm EST]

Image: Sisters & Secrets by Tanya Mayers

Back Down To Black

Again the monsters

Invading your dim night

Where no moon or stars

Getting down too deep

So deep that your feet

Buried in the mud

Cannot find a way up

Back to black

One more time

The bright light is there

But life’s too unfair

Maybe later

All you, go, fuck

This girl needs some more fun

While she can

Fun? What’s that?

Spending the night

down here

Sunk in my gut

Dark marsh.

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My tribute to the sweetest VOICE


R.I.P. --Amy

Back To Black
Maybe this time
White.

 

EARTH

Sisters by Mariska

Oh sister...

Been missing you so much 
I need to tell you

.

Back from cold, sweet Dublin...
(Thanks for the souveniers)

Just a week,

 And all this I’ve been through
     so deep

Ever since.

Remember?

He used to say, ‘Hey,

The word you are looking for is

Fabulous!’

And I believed him,

And I thought-at long last

Someone had found that charm in me...

Oh sister,

You know all that much about me

After all we’ve gone through too, together.
-

I fell in, as you know

And again, as you already knew

How badly- I needed to fall out.

Sister,

Tell me,

What have I done to deserve this?

What can I do with all this love within?

So eagerly wishing to be there, put- somewhere,
a Him...
It seems...

All this love, all this crying...

Tears that ever since we grew out of childhood

Had to be swallowed.

And crying inside leads us to that place

Mad, anxious..

The big lie.
.

And learn and pretend

Everything is all right

But nothing is alright

Everything is actually so much worse than it used to be.

Yes, we know and accept

And we are mothers

We are sisters...

.

Oh sister!

How long will I have to hold this in

And regret and go on

As if nothing really mattered?

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To my One and Only Sister, Saro.

Bogeyman -- 55

.



.

Darling girl

Beware

Of the man

With the sack…

You shine

Like a star

Those beautiful eyes

Hair of gold

In love with love

You romantic

Vain

Pretty girl

Charming gem

Don’t show off

So much

Stop Twittering

Like that

Girl

Take care

Beware of them…

For all men

Somewhere

Somehow

Bring that sack...

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To my dearest, sweet niece, M.- aged 13

(NOTE: In Spain we call the bogeyman, ' the man of the sack'...)

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I am taking part in Flash Fiction Friday, go visit G-Man

August 9th is for Birthday

This I wrote for you today

On this day,
Which, since I met you
Became yours and only
My dear lady’s day

This I wrote to say…

I don’t know if you know
You mean this to me and more .

You,
...witness of my disbelief
You,
... wise lady
Full of the highest respect
Over the self.

Oh Sweetie, you crazy
You,
...feet on the ground...

Oh Sweetie, c’mon, come down
And I start to accept...

Together we’ve shared
Greatest laughter
Saddest pains
And loads of claptrap
As well

This I wrote to you today

With you I celebrate
This present, my way.

I hope for this
You don’t cry-
But raise your glass
Really high!
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To my dearest Meneta, on her birthday.

Image> Many Happy Returns of Your Birthday, Victorian Lady (Author Unknown)

To Caroline…

This Life
You, Life
So full of
Ups and downs

Today you give me hope
Today you tell me bad news
Today I get a reward

One day at a time
Yes, hun

Yet

So full of
Ups and downs

Today I cannot resist
Today I lie and wait
Today I might even pray
Yes, hun

Life cannot help it
But evolve…

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Last April, Caroline, from Constantly Evolving, rewarded me with this amazing picture. This is to you my dear friend. Thank you so much. At long last I got it. I have it here next to me and will frame it tomorrow! I feel so grateful and lucky again. Hoping you keep “ taking that peek...and bloom 365 days in 2010”
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Considering

Consider yourself…
And by doing so
Take that great part of you
Into consideration

Consider the fact
That by having-
Not possessing-
You have been given
At least
One chance
Which becomes
Always
One more chance
As long as
You breathe…

Consider
And take it
And then leave it

If you lost the battle,
Or the war,
If you had to surrender,
If you learnt
From those other
Considerations

Why fight?

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Thank you, dearest María. This is to you...well , us!

APPROACHING

Every day you are in my head,

today you’ll be all day

You’ve been talking to me all morning.

And I’ve been listening.

You’ve told me no more no less

what I need to hear

and also things I did not expect,

they were in my head,

you talked them out.

I asked you from now on

what will I call this day?

Happy birthday or birthday anniversary?

Same day as Whitman,

and they say, anniversary.

I’ve been meandering all day,

but you’ve been meandering with me-

I like your company, I miss your presence,

yet you are so present

as any day you’d come by.

And you tell me to look at myself in the mirror

and see behind- much deeper,

beyond my tears,

and find you in myself,

and you tell me to stop being ungrateful

and enjoy all I have which is a lot

and you ask me to stop complaining

for what is not,

and try to accept that this is life,

that it has never been easy and it will not.

And you tell me to grasp the moment,

love myself my body and mind

my imperfect body and mind,

and go deeper into my soul

and revise the lessons

life has taught me all these years,

and that there is no way back but a present,

a now as this lucky moment

that I still can see dad.

And at him smile,

and how lucky we are to feel and see

and hug and hold him,

and flesh and soul…

what difference does it make?

And you tell me to come to me again

and sleep my dream

And dance where I stand,

for there is nothing else

and we can not fight against the storm

but look for shelter and warmth

I tell you hey thank you

and you say it’s alright if I cry

for you understand I’ll never understand

until I approach closer to where you are.

___________________________________________________Image Aproaching Woman On canvas- by Phlog That.

Hugging Music

Any day
But especially
Today
You are
To be hugged

Embraced
In my sweet
Your sweeter charms
Almost here
...

Were born
Wrong Place
Wrong time
You and I

How I’d have liked
To look into those eyes
Hear your music
Smile at your smile
Your fun
Your pain
Today
…

I listen to your song
The sound of music
That tune in my head
Catchy has become.

You happen to be
Music to my ears

Because
No matter how
No matter why
No mater when
...
You are my kind of music
The one I need to hear, my dear.
…
You are
Today
To be hugged
In my mind and soul
...
Having those couple coffees
Together
You and I
Watching the same sun
Coming up
Or going down
...
So near
Almost Here!
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To that Sweetest Peep… Happy Birthday, Steve!

Sweetest Queen

No one but She

Queen of queens

Sophisticated lady...

She runs wild

Because her difference...

Too wise

For you to understand.

She runs wild

On a camel she can ride...

Or just

Run wide

To go and hide

Behind pyramids

Beloved desert

Where she observes

Jumbles

And then conveys...

She runs wild

Wilder and wider

Wiser

Than any other creature.

Stimulating

Even the most naive

Or the so-called distinct

Like you and me

But she...

She

Queen of queens

Clever

Gifted

Artistic

Unique

Able to swear

Evoke, avow

Her heritage

Her dreams

Which will let you chilled

Amazed,

Dazed.

Her dreams

Which seem virtual

Are but a real ritual.

So you can’t help it

So at her words bow

For she is

But the Queen

...No doubt.

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To my dearest, sweetest Queen, Nevine.

Her name should rhyme with ‘divine’... Well, to me- it does. ;-)

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