Birds and Bees

How can it be
that a girl like me
Is single and free
at 23

Can it be
that my love for thee
has kept me waiting
over and over for thee

33 I kick up my heels
paint the town red
a town full of flea's
I retreat into me

Here I am at 43
honor and respect
my chosen view
somehow men still
busy bees
chasing my virginity

What will happen at 53?

The Dance Floor

Here we are again
meeting on the dance floor

How many life times
will we do our dance?
the touch
the movement
the two of us
slowly stepping gracefully
into and out of
each others lives

It seems whenever we meet
one of us is dancing with
another

We pause
remembering who we were
eyes lingering
hearts embracing

Respectfully
we move on

Why

I ask myself why
why do you say
all the right words

Words that reach deep
into the depths of my soul

Words that lack action
Why do I believe you?

Knowing who you are
why do I still long for you?

Knowing how your lies hurt me
Why do you still lie?

Good-Bye
Your lies to painful to
believe anymore
Our love based on lies
Good-Bye

Mona Lisa Moon

During a late afternoon walk
while staring up through twilight hue

The Mona Lisa Moon almost
smiled at me as she pulled
the covers up on her bed of blue

Moon struck
I caught the invitation she sent
down from her eyes afar

To join her in the morning for
coffee and some moon talk
at her table of twinkling stars

J. Hunt

Are we real

I feel your hand as it gently touches
the small of my back,
I believe
there is no real love
It’s all fairy tales
Under a starlit night
You asked to kiss me
That first kiss………………

Your blue eyes reach into the
Depths of my soul
I can’t breath

I feel you
You fill my thoughts
body and soul
How can this be

Your smile
Your touch
Your kiss……..

You touch the core of my soul
I am yours

Goddess Claire

Remembering Me
Remembering You

When I saw you
Standing there
Shimmering
In the long lost beauty
Called the echo of my gaze
Reflecting you back
To me reflecting you
I wondered
If the stars got lost
On their way
Finding the jewel of
Your eyes to land upon

When I saw you
Standing there
Firm and supple
As a willow
Hiding fire
In the roots of its water
Diamonds flowered
From your pores
And sprouted
The gifts from your imagination

When I saw you standing there
I knew
That you remembered me
Remembering you
Remembering a time
Before called now
When the flowers began
And we danced life
From a thing
Called dust

Justine D. Michaud 2-7-05

very much inspired by the words and teachings of Martin Prechtel

I know not who I am
for i am not who i seem.
For to know me by name
or to know me by face
is not to know Me at all.

i know not who I am
for i am no one and
I am everyone,
which are the same
and not the same.

I know not who I am
for i need not know.
For to know Myself
Would be a distraction
for the journey i am on.

i know not who I am
for one cannot know
the true self.
But searching for the true self
will always be the goal.

i know not who I am
for I am a work in progress.
And when I am finished
I will be no more
for the journey was the goal.

Mark V.
Inspired by the poem Bullah Ki Janna
by Bulleh Shah (1680 to 1758).

I Breathe

For the first time
I breathe without you
My heart fills with
love for myself

I am proud of myself
for letting go of you

I fill my garden with flowers
that make me smile
that make me happy
flowers that make my
heart sing

I Breathe
for I am filled with gratitude
I have found myself again
My heart light
and full of joy

Spring blooms with
the smell of life reborn
the flowers
colorful and succulent
Life blooming everywhere

New beginnings for myself
I rejoice

The Fool

The fool I am
forever stepping off the cliff
always believing every
word you say

The fool
How can this be?
how many more times
will I believe thee?

The fool
rushing in with my heart
patience lost
heart ever longing
for your touch
your lips
your body
your love
to make me complete

The fool
boundaries be gone
heart ripped open
I make a fool of myself
believing in you

Your power so strong
my love for you entangled
I forgive myself for the pain
I caused myself
when I believed in you
instead of myself
The fool I am

I'm too fragile for love

I never thought I would say this,
from the second I saw him there was an instant attraction, mutual attraction

We were very different, and our relationship would have been long distance for our personalities were unlike each other, yet somehow we worked

His friends turned on me, and eventually it was to the point I was to walk away
I didn't say 'good bye'
I didn't say 'stay'
it was as if I just stepped out of the light, and he didn't come after me,
as I had chased after him months before

My actions said something,
his lack of reactions to keep me said more
I pull away to see how much he would rescue what I thought he wanted, me

Tonight I saw him out,
he found a replacement for me.
I would never of said good bye,
I had a candle of hope
Protected from the winds and rains, he would return and follow the beacon back to me
he didn't

Tonight the winds and rain won, and my candle blew out.

I called for the Goddess of Happiness tonight, no reply
I called for revenge, I called for love

I'm too fragile for love I feel,
send me love
not a man

I'm listening to 'the power of good bye'
'freedom comes when you learn to let go
creation comes when you learn to say no
there's nothing left to try
there's no place left to hide. . . .

Your heart is not open, so I must go, the sky has been broken so I must go . . . .

I yearn to say good bye'
I send you peace and love
sometimes I see you and I
on some cliff side standing tall
against the spray of the wild oceans
and mighty winds
alone and cold, a fierce army, a strong army, and defenders of all cherish able emotions, and loves.

I miss you, and tonight when walking around my neighborhood
I wished I had your door to knock on.
be well my friend

I love your spirit, and you
Jared