On disappearance and selfishness

She  went after her dog

Nearly dusk

“Luna! Come to mum!”

Hours gone

Despair grown

Nowhere to be found

Never seen again

The dog up at dawn

Though

Some  accuses the bullying guy

Others : ‘she just run away.’

I say

What the hell

She’s ruined my day...

Image credit: In A Dark Wood by Scott Hunt

Sinless Ego

a time

there is
in one’s life
when there’s a will

a compulsion
to retire
from shows and lies
no need to cry,
display
or hide

it’s not desperation
oppression
depression…
but an immediate call
to discreetly withdraw

freely get off
fights and glows
die a little

much more than the every-day little

that time has come
to slip away
let myself go
into an irresistible

 intimate pleasure
no measure of pressure

where it's me

when it’s me
just for me.

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‘Film Noir’ Photographic Print by Jarmo Korhonen

 

sweet see you later

 I’ve created a new blog, My Duality, which you are all so welcome to visit and follow; but please, don’t feel obliged to.

I leave this

my sweet

 warm home
for a while

With a few salty tears

and a saddy kind of fear

To move out

Into a new

 still to-be- furnished house

no garden yet

but flowers to get

So full of new ideas

Expectations

All brand new

Yes

But there's something

that special stuff

I cannot get rid of

No matter what

Which
I like it or not

Will come with me

Till the end of my short time.

:-)

Dulce 

Spotlight.... and C u Later!

Perfect

This much I’ve learnt:

Cannot be always right
So hardly ever- in fact.
My knowledge
Keeps on being
That imperfect union
Between the outside
And myself.

But that constant link
With all its imperfections
Does not undermine
The importance of that bond
Of one thing
To the other...






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My dear Brian has 'spolighted' me today at One Stop Poetry

This means to me more than an award or tribute, it's a recognition of a work I've been doing for too long now- I am afraid...

I take this opportunity to thank everyone at One Stop Poetry and all of my dear blogger friends, followers and readers for their always encouraging and supportive comments on this blog.

I must apologize for not having visited any of you in the last few days, but my private life is taking up most of my time, so blogging has become more a burden than a pleasure...- :-(

I've decided to stop blogging for a while, until the time is right- again!

See you all soon!
Joy always
and
Sweet hugs to everyone!
;-)

Dulce

One Day - (55)

That day will come

When no roses nor chocolate

Will make for it…

Your vain promises

Will go with the wind…

Too many years

Same lies…

That day will come

When I’ll be able

Not to open the door

Or answer the phone

No tears to fall…

…Let you go

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This is a Friday Flash 55. If you want to tell a story in exactly 55 words, post it and go tell the host with the most, the G-Man.

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Deviantart Image: The End Of Every Story by Eaven

MYSELF

I sigh
Shrug my shoulders
Someone's taken those
Words out of me

Myself?

I myself

Have 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

Well, I know...

Love is the same old story-
I won't take that

Wishes I'll keep still-
No fights
That's vain
I've run out of ideas

Repeated sights
The sea
The mountain
The sky

And then

Myself

I've run out of ideas
It's the same old story

Dry rains

And drizzles
No out ways
It's invalid
It's obscene

Run out of ideas
my friends-

not crazy
not lazy
Just tired

Could make the effort
Or better, go to bed.

Run out of ideas...

And no time for myself

But I must restate
And clearly
Utter again:

Because of you
I love you
Because of you
I love myself.

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There comes a time when we need to have a break. Mine could take a few days or a few weeks. One never knows.

This blog is a big part of my life, so I couldn’t say.

Some people did not get to understand my previous poem… I cannot , I don’t like to explain , but one thing’s for sure, it has nothing to do with my holiday, or my going on holiday. In fact, quite the opposite, these days I am busier than ever at work, and I’ll be so for another five or six weeks.

That’s the reason why I am leaving for as long as I need.

I’ll see you soon. I love you all, and YES because of you I’ve learnt to love myself so much better.

Thanks for being there.

Hugs

Dulce

EXPECTATION

Do not expect too much from me
I’d say
Do not expect anything at all
I could melt away
Any second

Change my mind
And then you’d so easily
Get into that disappointment
That disaffection
The devastating ruins
Of rejection
Long ago I also...

But it all disencumbers
Skeptically
As I also
Long ago. So long?
And now...

Do not live in the hope
That who knows
Maybe some day
Everything might be different.

Do not expect so much from me
I’d say
You’d better not
I could not guarantee

Keep for yourself that sympathy
Today I can give all this
Tomorrow who knows
Nobody knows
Well, I try to know

I am not into commitments
These days
Or any other
Of any kind

Too many vague affairs
Too many dull gaps
In a life of dreadful enticement

Do not pose there waiting
Hoping
Expecting anything from me

Been scorched, scalded
And then frozen, wilted,
Sunk-
Where I stand
And I’ll widen
Better, lighten
Only to escape from what
From me you expect.
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HORIZON

Humid gusts of wind

Move my hair

Blow my hair

In different directions

Forwards backwards

West east

I love it backwards, though...

The huge bulb

Is off

For so long so..

Old lighthouse,

Full of mystery

And passion stories.

Who cares now…

My eyes get fixed

On the red horizon.
A few grey clouds
Let some sun rays
Come out and then

They leave again…

But the redness remains.

Eyes fixed in the horizon.
Yes, I take notice

But do not realize.

Empty heart and soul
Do not allow me to think that much.
I’ve had so many of
Those fixed thoughts…

Yet, I’d rather fix

My eyes on the horizon,

As if it could bring me back

To where I stand.

That farewell

Thank God
Has started to gain absurdity.

Shall I do it

Or maybe not?
Only two bare, simple choices:

Jump down

And over it’ll all be;

Or stay

Where you stand…

Again these two mes in me

And all the other ones…

But always

Two outstanding ones.
Two mes…

Not an evil and a holy one,
But a disappointed and an insane one.

A joyful and relieved one

A sad one

- why always so sad

My sweetheart?

I grasp the railings,
Move my face up to the sky
Deeply breathe
The scent of my sea
A moment good enough to say
It might be worth it-

Ok
One more day

I’ll come see those rays.

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Over Now

It’s not time for birds migration
Where will they go?
But it’s departure time

This desire
Will never expire
Tenderness
Hug in one
Lips in fire

Drowned in the loneliness
Of this island
Sinking in the ocean
Of the hunger and wounds

Smelling the twilight
Words tangle
It’s departure time

Tears fly
And are trapped
In the circling of their hearts

All that noise is deaf
The beat on their chests
Break the silence
The mess

Eyes do the talking

Hoping not to regret
It's never too late

It’s departure time.
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FOR THE TIME GIVING

Give me some time

To keep away from the

Unwelcome suffering.

Give me a time

To place things

Where they used to be.

That’ll take time.

Give me time

To stop

To accept

This fantasy

This fun

This dream

So dark

So neat

About to leave...

Give me time

To get there

Where facts

Keep on their way

Going and getting

Nowhere

As they’ve always.

Take your time

To look in my eyes

And see

After all

My heart

Was always broken

Long before

You offered me

Your time.

Come and see

The dream is just a dream

Give in, give up, give away

Give all, give none

No hope

No expectation

Give time its time

To get rid of time

Space

And hell.

Give me a time

To learn how to stand

On my feet again

When I danced

So free

So many nights

In the big blue lie.

You and your peace

Me and my tease.

It’s time

We gave ourselves the time

To give ourselves

The same nothing

Of our yester days.

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