Morning kisses on the lips
rejuvenates me,
warm and soothing
like chamomile tea.
On the cold winter nights,
he caresses me,
keeping me warm and safe
like chamomile tea.
When I’m sore and tired,
he massages me,
helping me relax and smile
like chamomile tea.
When I’m in pain,
he takes care of me
and warms my heart
like chamomile tea.
Brewed perfectly,
he is my morning tea,
herbal remedy,
nightly cuddle buddy…
made just for me,
my perfectly loving hubby.
Thank you!
I found this old collage from my college days and decided to write a poem about it. I hope it touches you =)
Raw Emotions
In a stifling room,
you hold your breath…
fighting for control
as you stagger and lean,
flailing your arms internally,
as your chest rises and burns…
It’s like you’re drowning
underwater, struggling
to breathe.
It’s like you’re a dying
engine, sputtering
but won’t start.
It’s like you’re a match
flickering and wavering,
struggling to be lit
at the mercy
of the wind.
An escape for air,
a little sniffle,
a single tear,
a tiny scream, a slight
hesitation…
No longer contained,
your head above water,
gasping for air…
The engine starts
and ROARS,
the match BURSTS
into flames.
All control is lost
as you SCREAM
in agony, SHRIEK
in pain, HOLLER
in madness
with tears
and snot
and drool,
HOWLING
like an infant,
like a toddler.
The world knows
you are not pretty.
You are not perfect,
only human
in the rawest sense.
You open your eyes
and awake to a sunlit room
with birds chirping in the sky
and your sweetie sleeping
next to you.
Lying on clean sheets
with double happiness
signs above you.
Listening to his breathing
puts you at ease.
Last night’s memories
feels like a dream.
Your light blue veil
billows in the wind,
your dress train cascades
on the lush green grass
as you walk down the aisle,
arm and arm with Dad.
Sparkling smile,
sparkling dress.
He takes your hand,
you look into his eyes.
You exchange vows
over the beautiful reservoir
under the bright blue sky.
Kissing under the gazebo,
hand in hand, man and wife
walk down the aisle,
greeted by family and friends.
Laughter, chatter,
photos galore…
bits and pieces
come back to you…
The promises he made
while he held your hand.
The promises you made
while looking into his eyes.
The toast your best friend gave
that made you want to cry.
The first dance
in your wedding dress.
The first bite of cake
you tasted together.
The little girl
that caught your bouquet.
All the little things
that he said,
that she said,
that they said
were cool.
Your hair feeling
like a bird’s nest.
You can barely walk,
but everyone says
you’re beautiful.
You have 51 bobby pins
in your hair,
and you just don’t care,
dancing to the music.
It’s all so surreal,
but it’ll definitely be captured
on the highlight reel,
as you look back on yesterday
and smile,
lying next to your sweetie,
today, tomorrow, and for the rest
of your life.
I rediscovered this endearing poem that I wrote for my colleague back in 2009. I hope you enjoy it.
Motherhood
I sat there for a while
thinking of your crooked
little smile,
dreaming of the day
you’d be in my arms,
sleeping throughout the night,
as the crickets sing
and the stars shine bright.
I’d hear you breathe,
a comforting sound
as your little heart
lightly pounds.
Skin – silky smooth,
hair – wavy soft,
I’d whisper
in your ear,
“I love you.”
– image from Google
Crunching leaves, crackling branches,
creatures enter our land.
Slipping and sliding, huffing and puffing,
hearts beating to the rhythm
of life.
Their sweet, sweaty aroma
causes a buzz.
Tonight, we will celebrate.
Tonight, we will feast.
We will savor the pulsating blood
from the human beast.
Dancing around the tiki torch
in the dark of night.
Left, right, left, we dodge,
we gag, we hold our breath
from the evil scent.
An opening here…
an opening there…
like ninjas, we snip and snap
and eat our fill.
They clap and they slap,
but we’re way too fast.
Night after night, we feast
off sweet, sweet blood.
And time and time again,
they come back.
For herein lies
paradise –
tall trees, lush greens, fresh air,
plenty to share,
as they become prey
to the vampires
of the jungle,
the buzz-worthy
mosquito.
I entered a room filled with candlelight,
rose petals scattered the floor.
“Oasis” plays in the background.
I smell the sweet aroma
of coffee, of cocoa
and of cream.
Smiling in anticipation,
I reach for my precious
flickering in the candlelight.
Silky cream on my fingertips,
soft and smooth to the touch.
I slice the sponge-like cake
and devour
this exquisite Italian gem.
The perfect amount
of sweetness
fills my mouth
and satisfies
my tongue.
Comfort, happiness, pleasure…
We blow out the candle
and slow dance in the dark
to the beautiful music
in our hearts, in our souls,
in our appetites.
“When we’re lost in a desert night
and we’re chasing our paradise,
when we can’t fight another fight,
we’re gonna make it.
You’re my oasis.”
We kiss in the dark,
our shadows in a tight embrace.
I know I love you,
my precious, tiramisu.
High on the mountaintop
in the dark of night,
we see a shimmering sea
of florescent orange lights.
A twinkle here, a sparkle there,
no currents, only man-made waves –
cellular, radio, satellite –
connecting you, me, and the world…
wide web, surfing an intangible
ocean, as the lights flicker
and shimmer. We admire
the cool night breeze, the smell
of dry grass, the sound
of singing crickets, the feel
of soft dirt on the bottom
of our soles, as we breathe in
the fresh air, high above
the orange ocean.
I’ve been having a slight writer’s block lately and can’t seem to be inspired to write poetry. I decided to try something different and pulled out my book on Impressionists, hoping it would inspire me somehow. Looking at these beautiful paintings did trigger me to think, feel and sense various emotions. These two haiku are based on my reactions to paintings by Edouard Manet.
The Railway
Behind railway bars,
the little aristocrat
dreams to be free.
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Plum Brandy
The ice cream’s melting,
wealthy youth stares at nothing,
life drip-drips away.
A fun duet poem that I wrote with Hastywords =)
Sorry this took me so long Jenny. Thank you for writing with me!
Her slippers weren’t made of glass
They were faded with stringy holes
Her dresses were made and simply sewn
From the remnants of old flour sacks
With much love and motherly care
Two things her life never did lack
Poor, loved and protected,
She was the sweetest of gullible
And with the voice of an angel
She sang throughout the town
Skipping from shop to shop,
Dancing in her patch-work gown.
Her life wasn’t full of glittery flair
But her eyes sparkled more than most
And though her hair wasn’t shiny gold
All the other girls envied her tresses
Her mother’s brush made doubly sure
It never tangled up into messes
‘Tis the story of a normal girl
Who could dance like no other.
Floating and fluttering; to and fro
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I had my first official live reading on Wednesday, February 4th at Cafe Lift titled “10 Minutes of Poetry” where I joined a group of talented performers for the night.
Here, you can get a glimpse of my reading =)
Please note that you may need to be a follower of Cafe Lift on Facebook to properly see some of the videos.
My introduction poem Like No Other was under the theme “The Body & The Senses” and seemed to be a favorite among the crowd.
My second poem Ominous was under the theme “Dark Poetry” and is always a fun, psychological poem to read.
My third poem 30 Days of Beard was a memory from work and written based on testimonials from my male colleagues. The theme, of course, is “A Different Perspective.”
My fourth poem Forever Creating is a blank verse piece written in Creative Writing class. It falls under the theme “Inspiration & Creativity.”
The fifth and last poem of the night was Flying, based on a childhood memory. This poem falls under the theme of “Telling a Story.”
Whisperings 