NaPoWriMo Day:18 First Sounds

April 18, 2012July 25, 201215 Comments

The bird goes tweet
the owl hoots
the secondhand on the clock
goes tick, tick, tick.

A child whispering
a vacuüm humming
a turn signal on a car
goes click. click, click.

A crowd of people talking a mile away
daily annoying sounds that we take for granted
my teenage son heard for the first time today.

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NaPoWriMo Day:17 Latin Lover

April 17, 2012July 25, 20127 Comments

His dark tousled hair
fell lightly over his tan shoulders
not too long
and not too short
but just right for a
latin lover.

He flashed a pearly white smile
and winked his dark chestnut-colored eye
and she swooned.

She reached out her hand
touching his.
He grabbed a hold of her tightly
kissing her with the passion
she had always dreamed of.

They fell into each others arms
on the sandy beach
not too fast
and not too slow
but just right for a
latin lover.

She laid cuddled beside him
it was just like a dream
he told her te quiero
her body wanted to scream.

She opened her eyes
searched through the night
her lover was gone
he was not in her sight.

She wanted to cry
about this horrible nightmare
but instead she looked up at the stars
and waited for her
latin lover.

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NaPoWriMo Day:16 You Will Be My Love

April 16, 2012July 25, 20128 Comments

nothing can stop me
not in this life or the next
you will be my love

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NaPoWriMo Day:15 A Spicy Encounter

April 15, 2012July 25, 201222 Comments

Her eyes
a deep oceanic blue
glazed and fixated
on something off in the distance
something only she could see.

Saliva pooled in her mouth
forcing her to swallow
repeatedly.

Beads of sweat
began to form across her
wrinkle-free browline.

She inhaled deeply
held the air
inside her
for a few seconds
then quickly she exhaled
every bit of it out.

She begins to sweat profusely
hyperventilation occurs.

Suddenly she screams out
OH MY GOD!!!

Right at the exact moment
she can no longer take it
she lifts her delicate
yet clammy hand
across her beautifully flushed face
wiping away all traces of sweat.

She refocuses
trying to control her breathing.

But before she can fully recover
she opens her devil red
painted lips
and takes another bite
of that enormous
crisp
bright green
jalapeno.

Sealing her fate yet again
for an encounter of the spicy kind!

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NaPoWriMo Day:14 Unhappy Ending

April 14, 2012July 25, 201216 Comments

It was the last straw
The end
One fight too many
Arms desperately reached out
She dropped to her knees
Makeup and tears streaming
Down her aged face
She squealed
Grasping at the deadened
Stale air between them
Pleaseeee
Don’t leaveee meee
As the door slammed behind him
As it had done daily
For more than 20 years
She lay on the floor
In the fetal position
Heaving and crying
Gasping for air
Minutes turned into hours
Hours felt like days
When she could no longer cry
When her tears had finally dried up
She picked herself up
And walked into her room
Climbed into the queen sized empty bed
The dogs all deceased and gone
The children
No longer kids
Had families of their own
Packed up and moved away
A long time ago
All that was left was a house full of silence
And painful memories
She stared at the wall
Full of photos
She was in none of them
She was where she had always been
Behind the camera
Behind the scenes
The life on hold
As she uplifted
The lives of everyone else
Now there she was again
Alone
Tired
Tossed aside
Left to rot
Teardrops falling once more
And just as it had always been
There was nobody left
To wipe them away
So she slipped
Further and further
Back into the abyss
Into the one place
Where the pain
Could no longer exist
It was the end
Her unhappy ending

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NaPoWriMo Day:13 Be Very Superstitious

April 13, 2012July 25, 201214 Comments

Avoid the black cats
that cross your path
and walk in your way

Don’t go under ladders
or open umbrellas indoors
those will ruin your day

These are some of the things
*knock on wood*
that will change our luck
from bad to good

A ridiculous kid’s game
skipping over cracks
an age-old superstition
not to break our mother’s backs

Delicately pick up pieces of glass
from dozens of broken mirrors
your bad luck is imminent
multiply each by 7 years

Quickly throw over the shoulder
the spilt salt raining down upon the floor
then chant a dead loved one’s name
while brushing it out the door

Yellowed pages
ripping
at the seams
stuffed with dead 4-leaf clovers

A rusty horseshoe
hanging
by one nail
above a forgotten entrance

Tucked deep inside
a worn out pocket
three balding rabbit’s feet
and five copper pennies

Be very superstitious
it is Friday the 13th.

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NaPoWriMo Day:12 6 Word Poem

April 12, 2012July 25, 20128 Comments

I have
no desire
to write

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NaPoWriMo Day:11 Sibling Day Haiku

April 11, 2012July 25, 20128 Comments

my dearest brother
your love deep within my heart
can not be replaced

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NaPoWriMo Day:10 Three Little Letters

April 10, 2012July 25, 201216 Comments

Three little letters
Proceeded to stalk me
Everywhere I went
Identical three little letters

Nonessential
Minute little letters
Commanding
Heart-clenching

Woeful
Unbearable
Mighty frightening
Modest little letters

Three little letters
Proceeded to mock me
Everywhere I went
Identical three little letters

Influential
Permute little letters
Demanding
Gut-wrenching

Soulful
Terrible
Jolt of lightening
Honest little letters

Those three little letters
Have struck again
And ravaged me

Those dreadful
Shocking
Appalling
little letters

R.
I.
P.

If you visit no other blogs today please visit Sensitivity. The world has lost a tremendous poetic talent and someone that I will miss terribly. May you R.I.P. that which you did not have in life.

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NaPoWriMo Day:9 Surviving The ABC’s

April 9, 2012July 25, 20129 Comments

Although most of my life has been

Between a rock and hard place

Constant I shall remain

Diligently thriving with grace

Exceeding my own expectations

Freeing myself completely from hatred of others

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NaPoWriMo Day:8 The Colored Egg

April 8, 20123 Comments

spring pastels

pinks, blues, yellows

warm sunny colors

oranges, reds

glow-in-the-dark

slime greens

a blank egg shaped canvas

children’s voices echo

laughter and joy fill the air

a mother awaits

the first bite

of her child’s masterpiece

crack, peel, yum

there’s nothing better

than a colored Easter egg

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NaPoWriMo Day:7 A Sábado de Gloria Memory

April 7, 20126 Comments

Animated faces in a crowd
people of all ages gather around.
One of the best days en mi memoria
was this very day, Sábado de Gloria.

The Sun shined down, warming everyone
then someone cried out, “Look he has a gun.”
But this type of gun posed not a deadly threat
its main intent was to get, the entire crowd wet.

The children joined in, their parents too
gallons of water into the air flew.
The great water event started before noon
and continued all day ‘til the emerge of the moon.

Oh what a glorious Saturday
when everyone came together to play.
The moral of this story my dearest friend
is of harmony and bliss when we let love transcend.

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NaPoWriMo Day:6 Smells Like Haiku

April 6, 20127 Comments

sand and surf beckon

a fragrant coconut trail

just follow your nose

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NaPoWriMo Day: 5 Waiting

April 5, 20126 Comments

Wait…

waiting…

What am I waiting for?

I’m left here

just

waiting…

ready to walk out the door.

He has no respect

I feel like a joke

I could very well croak

while

waiting…

Sigh…

yawning…

I can’t take any more

of this

waiting…

What am I waiting for?

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NaPoWriMo Day: 4 The Wedding Blues

April 4, 201210 Comments

The bride-to-be gets ready
the groom is nowhere to be seen.
He’s off getting drunk
as he always has,
wondering if he is making a mistake.
The bride-to-be’s mother
helps her to get ready.
Pastel colored shadow
swept across sad and confused
distant eyes.
A baby girl all grown up with a baby girl of her own.
No longer needs her mommy
or does she?
The bride-to-be slips on her white wedding dress
it’s cheap, from Ross
no frills, no lace,
just a plain
white colored dress.
Ill-fitted and a mess.
The bride-to-be looks in the mirror
she hates what she sees.
A sad, depressed blob of a woman.
Unrecognizable to the woman’s memories.
Those eyes,
once alive and full of sparkle
now dark, dead
full of pain and disappointment.
She waits,
scanning the parking lot
for the “man of her dreams.”
Finally,
as the sun begins to set
her prince charming shows up
drunk,
nothing new to their daily life together.
He reeks of alcohol and a future filled with empty promises.
Tears flow down the bride-to-be’s cheeks
as she watches her soon to be groom get dressed.
For one moment their eyes lock
and they both know instantly
their future will be fraught with more pain
more tears
more fights.
Maybe she should run away
maybe she should have listened to her parents
maybe she is making the biggest mistake of her young life
for nothing ever ends well that starts out this damaged.

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NaPoWriMo Day:3 A Pirate’s Limerick

April 3, 2012April 4, 201219 Comments

There once was a girl rather dumb
who dressed like a pirate for fun
she’d enter the bar
all a sudden yell arrr
then swallow seamen with her rum

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NaPoWriMo Day 2: The Scorching Days of Spring

April 2, 201211 Comments

Humid
Saturated
Muggy day

Ensnared
Concentrated
Sweltering afternoon

Melted
Dissipated
Gooey night

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What Does April Start With? Poetry!

April 1, 2012April 2, 201211 Comments

It’s the first of April Many things for me to do Write a poem for national poetry month And trick that April’s fool

So where do I begin Whatever shall I write I tried my hand at triolet But I couldn’t get it right

How about a nice haiku Something short and sweet But there’s nothing I can say That will sweep you off your feet

Hey a Shakespeare sonnet An ode to times of yore But by the time I’d finish that I’d be passed out on the floor

So I’ll write this little poem here And I’ll even make it rhyme I’ll even prompt for you to comment If you have the extra time

But if you have no extra time Please make a mental note To return here every day this month And read the poems that I’ve wrote

NaPoWriMo has officially kicked off. If you haven’t noticed I am participating this year. Here’s to a whole month of poems from me to you. Cheers! Don’t forget to visit, share, and comment on these following poets pages as well:

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Jessica’s Sonnet

June 20, 201131 Comments

At long last… I finished my Sonnet homework last week and can now share it with you all. Hope you enjoy it, it took me 3 hours but, I am content with the outcome.

I must not grieve thee nor shed a lone tear
I must proceed as if I do not care
For weeping makes losing you worse my dear
Agonizing memories I cannot bear
Every dewy teardrop that escapes me
Burns my flesh like the fiery depths of hell
I must not succumb to sorrow of thee
For I shall be reminded of our farewell
But, weeping cleanses the grief-stricken soul
Easing each previous moment of pain
Allowing the broken to become whole
Sanctioning lovely memories again
Dire sorrow causes me not to cry
But, sans tears for your loss I’d surely die

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Moonlit Magic

June 9, 201118 Comments

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As the sun did descend
into the abyss
the moon came to view
our first passionate kiss.

Our mouths start to tango
hearts beating as one
the warmth of our breath
flaming hot as the sun.

Your arms they engulfed me
strongly and secure
I looked in your eyes
mesmerizing and pure.

Enchantments soft whisper
echoed through the sand
freeing its potion
as we walked hand in hand

Your charms diluted me
I could not refuse
our bodies gave in
to the moonlight’s pale hues.

The trees swaying gently
a magical sight
applauding we lovers
making love through the night.

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The Secret

May 28, 2011June 3, 20112 Comments

There is a secret

I’m required to keep.

I hide it for them

I bury it deep.

A cancerous secret

destroying my brain;

killing all happiness

leaving just pain.

.I’m not ever allowed

to utter a word;

no one must find out

what evil occurred.

A monstrous secret

that is hidden away,

they lie just to keep it

to this very day.

Their terrible secret

fights me for control.

I’ve attempted to free it

but, it’s sewn into my soul.

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Let Me Be Free

May 26, 2011June 3, 20114 Comments

I’m ready to curl up into a ball
don’t want to move if I do I might fall.
My eyes are red and puffy from tears
I haven’t felt this pathetic in years.
Old hurts resurfacing, killing me
you can’t understand because you don’t see.
Can’t let go of the emotional Hell
need time to recover, time to get well.
Nobody understands the pain I feel
they’ve no idea what is show or for-real.
Tears erupting the moment I’m alone
burning my skin, cutting me to the bone.
Knocking back glass after glass ‘til I’m numb
not satisfied with what I’ve become.
Drowning the memories one after one
‘til all are confused and I’m left with none.
The pain remains standing, refusing to bow
I’m lost and don’t know which way to turn now.
Can’t escape the horrors I’ve seen and felt
refusing to shuffle the cards I’ve been dealt.
Can’t see past the words engraved on my soul
’twas your last dire attempt at keeping control.
Time and time again the wounds almost heal
I think I’m ok but, it’s all been surreal.
You’ve left me jaded unable to breathe
blinded by pain but, unable to leave
I don’t want these memories tormenting me
take back what you’ve done and let me be free!

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Who You Callin Old?

May 19, 2011June 3, 20113 Comments

I am not old…

am I???

NO, I AM NOT OLD

I disapprove….

But, my knees disagree

and just argue with me

when I try to move.

At 2:30 A.M. I was trying to sleep

my leg began aching making me weep

I mumbled

and grumbled

and roared

then I stumbled

through the jumbled

mess on the floor

I had to find relief

to end my impending grief….

So I grabbed a bottle of pills

that only gave me the chills

so I put them back down.

I then grabbed the ben-gay

it reeked I must say

only making me frown.

I got up once more

but walking was a chore

I was going insane

from this crippling pain.

When I reached my room

in the back did loom

exactly what I required.

Right there in the drawer

closest to the floor

was the knee brace that I desired.

I then sat on the bed

but I just shook my head

because my hands felt fragile like glass….

So I tried it again

but,

let me tell you my friend

getting old is a PAIN IN THE ASS!!!

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Happy Mother’s Day

May 8, 2011June 3, 20112 Comments

Bird In A Cage

May 6, 2011June 3, 20112 Comments

Vivacious yearning

saturates my veins.

No one could relieve

my suffering but, you.

I am just a bird

in a gilded cage.

You possess the key

to my lost freedom.

Enslaved ecstasy

released by you.

Passionate feelings

emancipated.

One delicate kiss

positioned warmly

upon my forehead

erases the stress.

The amorous stroke

of your tender hand

skimmed along my neck

eases the sadness.

The ever present

intoxicating

fragrance of your soul

illuminates me.

Certain casualty

magically eluded

as you release me

and claim your reward.

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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas Parody

April 25, 2011November 22, 2011Leave a comment

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Note: This poem was written on AllPoetry for a contest on December, 17, 2010 about Ho’s obviously because it was Christmas time. LOL Oh and it won 2nd place in the contest.
Not suitable for children!

‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the street
the hookers were sucking
and beating off meat.

The spouses of John’s
were wrapping up gifts
while their husbands were frolicking
and getting quite stiff.

The sounds of their moaning
filled the star laden skies
then rocking of cars
as the ho’s opened their thighs.

The scene was so merry
oh how they all played
til a man ran off
and a ho didn’t get paid.

What was she to do
this all felt so wrong
so she whistled for her pimp
while still holding her thong.

The pimp held his hat
and he ran after the man
when he finally caught up
he drew back his hand.

He snapped his hand forward
like a whip when it cracks
and proceeded to give
the man multiple smacks.

The man began crying
with such a release
that nobody heard the sirens
of the oncoming police.

The pimp gave a whistle
shouted out ho ho ho
thanked the man for his business
and said “Bitches let’s go.”

Now the pimp is more careful
of Christmas Eve deals
he now uses hotels
instead of hookers on wheels.

Now kiddies I tell you
listen up and believe
you shouldn’t go out hoeing
on the night of Christmas Eve.

Save the hoeing for Santa
because he really is good
just ask his mentor
the great Tiger Woods.

Is It Too Much To Tell You I Love You

April 25, 2011February 14, 20122 Comments

Is it too much

to ask for your touch

to ask for your love

to ask for more than you are willing to give?

Is it too much

to need you beside me

to need you inside me

to need you more than you need me?

Is it too much

to want you with me

every second of my life

until the last bit of breath

has escaped my weakened lungs

and my broken heart

has finally dropped it’s last piece?

Is it too much to beg you not to leave me

to wrap me tight in your arms

forever

and never let me fall

back into the dark abyss

of my damaged mind?

Tell me now

that you will be there

when I finally close my eyes

and leave you

alone

without me.

Is it too much

to tell you

I Love You?

This is the English version to :
Es Demasiado Decirte Te Amo

Es Demasiado Decirte Te Amo

April 25, 2011February 14, 20122 Comments

¿Es demasiado

para pedir su toque

a pedir tu amor

para pedir más de lo que están dispuestos a dar?

¿Es demasiado

le necesito a mi lado

a lo que necesita dentro de mí

que necesita más de lo que me necesitan?

¿Es demasiado

que yo te quiero

cada segundo en mi vida

hasta la última gota de aire

ha escapado a mis pulmones debilitados

y mi corazón roto

por fin ha caído la última pedazo?

¿Es demasiado

pedir,

que no me dejes

para envolver apretado en sus brazos

para siempre

y nunca me dejes caer

de nuevo en el oscuro abismo

de mi mente dañada?

Dime ahora

que usted estará allí

cuando por fin cerrar los ojos

y dejarte

solo

sin mí.

¿Es demasiado
decirte
Te Amo?

Esta es la versión en español de:
Is It Too Much To Tell You I Love You

I Want To Be…..

April 25, 2011June 3, 20113 Comments

I want to be:

erotic

exotic

neurotic

Neurotically Fixated

updated

debated

Debatably Argumentative

representative

tentative

Tentatively Cautious

precocious

atrocious

Atrociously Appalled

mauled

sprawled

There is no debating

I want to be erotically fixated

while mauled

without caution.

Environmentally Safe

April 22, 2011June 3, 2011Leave a comment

Note: This poem was written June 20, 1993. I was 17 years old and fresh out of high school. I am pulling this oldie out just in time for Earth Day.

When I walk along the path

I see the work of human’s wrath.

Where things are thrown carelessly away

and nothing beautiful will ever stay.

For only in your deepest soul

where pride and caring take their toll.

Only in a few more years

where no one will shed beautiful tears.

The world, our home, our lives, our pleasure

discarded to the bottom like sunken treasure.

The beauty that we once had known

has been taken and carelessly thrown.

Only two answers can save this Earth

God’s destruction or help from “new” birth!

❤For Jen's Sake❤

Parting is such an arduous pain I shall grieve thine essence til we meet again

Category: poem

NaPoWriMo Day:18 First Sounds

NaPoWriMo Day:17 Latin Lover

NaPoWriMo Day:16 You Will Be My Love

NaPoWriMo Day:15 A Spicy Encounter

NaPoWriMo Day:14 Unhappy Ending

NaPoWriMo Day:13 Be Very Superstitious

NaPoWriMo Day:12 6 Word Poem

NaPoWriMo Day:11 Sibling Day Haiku

NaPoWriMo Day:10 Three Little Letters

NaPoWriMo Day:9 Surviving The ABC’s

NaPoWriMo Day:8 The Colored Egg

NaPoWriMo Day:7 A Sábado de Gloria Memory

NaPoWriMo Day:6 Smells Like Haiku

NaPoWriMo Day: 5 Waiting

NaPoWriMo Day: 4 The Wedding Blues

NaPoWriMo Day:3 A Pirate’s Limerick

NaPoWriMo Day 2: The Scorching Days of Spring

What Does April Start With? Poetry!

Jessica’s Sonnet

Moonlit Magic

The Secret

Let Me Be Free

Who You Callin Old?

Happy Mother’s Day

Bird In A Cage

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas Parody

Is It Too Much To Tell You I Love You

Es Demasiado Decirte Te Amo

I Want To Be…..

Environmentally Safe

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