Tempestlady
Just a homo sapien hanging out on the third planet from the sun, from Texas, and just a simple cowgirl, nurse, healer, mother, daughter, wife, Red Cross volunteer, adult child of alcoholics and USAF veteran from South Texas. I write for me, to help me deal with life, and use it as a type of catharctic/therapy, warning.....some of it is very blunt and controversial. However, If I like the rhythm of your poetry and love the rhyme, i will generally read your work anytime if you drop me a line. Write on..... Tlady
A perfectly lovely scene.
That reflects a beautiful city.
A-glow with white glitter
that covers the city streets
and glistening roof tops.
The icicles slowly come to life
along the sides of buildings
otherwise gaudy with technology.
Odd, how nature puts a wholesome beauty
into things that were never beautiful.
Of all the things that she can do,
beauty, and life are her talents.
Therefore, the lucky ones who see the ice fairies
dancing on the windowsills,
surely must enjoy life more
than those who just see
snow!....
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Cookies, Cookies which ones to make?
Cookies, Cookies which ones to bake?
Is it oatmeal for him? sugar for me?
Ooh! these jam ones look scrumptious (in the picture) you see?
Will it be bran for momma, or peanut butter for sis?
Oh, I could cook them all and someone's favorite still miss.....
I could wash, and I could dust & sweep and mop , till i'm dead,
but alas, if you watch, I'll be baking instead because I have cookies in my head.
Cookies, Cookies, which ones to make
Cookis, Cookies, which ones to bake?
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
I shower you peek
I flash what you seek
I see a glint in your eye
your thinking of cherry pie
I nibble on your neck
a kiss, but just a peck
I linger then bite your lip
you squeeze my hip
You pull me near
i wonder where tonight my dear
your musk fills my senses
your muscle hardens and tenses
I think i want to feel more
so I close and lock the door
This sign is universal indeed
you know i am in need
Your love is devine
to know you're all mine
You know me, I know you
we know just what to do
No more do we guess
or try to impress
Our love is like a dance
during *** it's like a trance
My senses are reeling
i love this feeling
i always want more
waves crash upon my shore
always a gentleman
even when its just for fun
i love the sound you make
right before you start to shake
Your taste is intoxicating
and leaves me pleading
always over too fast
even if it could last
we couldn't anymore
so i unlock the door..
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
WHAT TO DO....
FORGIVE
LIVE
LOVE
LAUGH
PRAY
SLEEP
PLAY
EAT
CREATE
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
There was a time it was f! that noise
then there was yelling at the boys
an alcoholic cacophony
we put the fun in dysfunctionality.
Only a wish for peace and quiet
then it was there
and there was you
and quiet you could do.
I had scars, horrors to tell
i needed to cry and scream and yell.
A listener you turned out to be.
A perfect friend for me.
I have talked it through
and here are you
quiet in your independence
but nothing to say hence.
I see your horrors now
and wish for you to take a turn
and talk it through and learn
how healing it can be to let it out you see.
Please, just talk to me.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Death blew through today
took a thousand souls
and went on his way
Nothing to give, only to take
just left tears flowing in his wake.
I saw him on the news gloom
my dad says he was ever present
in the emergency room
opened the door for my nanny
she said no it's too soon.
Religious quarrels pave his way
hard economic times make his day,
no prayers or pleas are heard
just collecting souls, in the wind like a bird.
The storms, wars, and accidents
make it necessary to dig holes
to take the very young and very old
and those that always sell their souls.
Yes, death had a long day today
so hard to see the sorrow and
the young and the old beg and borrow.
The widows and the mothers crying
and so many dying.
It is a fact of life
we must go when we are through with the strife
a quarter for the ferryman
or to take the incarnation of death by the hand
either way we cannot stay.
Namaste....
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Southside Cinderella
Its about a life
full of strife
and heartache
until Jake.
I was young and wild
wanting a child
untamed and strong
but, the dream was wrong.
The life is changed now,
too late for hope now,
those dreams can't come true now,
too late for me and you now.
Now my heart is heavy as a clod,
How will love and god,
when grief and disappointment prevail
put winds back into this sail!
I fear I will hear baby laughter then,
maybe i will pretend
that the jealousy is gone.
I will go on,
angry, but will you see
there is no more baby laughter for me?
Just infertility!
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
At a Paul Jones in 1960 was the start,
at the HermanSons Hall she stole his heart.
Her twenty told Adolph Hoffner when to stop
Ooh! He was handsome and a cotton top.
It starts with a soft shoe, or a boogie beat
he twirls her around up out of her seat,
off they go to the smooth dance floor
he pulls her in, to throw her out once more.
He smiles, she radiates, all so natural,
the two step, the jitterbug, having a ball!
So fluid and together like poetry in motion,
Number 9 was his favorite love potion.
About ten years later, it would be,
back at the dance hall he and she.
Me and my two sisters all around their feet
happy and singing to the country beat.
Then he'd pick us up, daughters all three
and a dancing family we would be!
Baby sister on his shoulders, us on each hip,
mom had his hand and could still get a dip.
He'd spin us all around as if we were one,
I can't remember ever having so much fun!
Sore feet, out of breath, on into the night
never remember them ever having a fight.
Dancer's move back, some room to give
Encore! More! for them to dance is to live!!!
The smells were "Charles of the Ritz",
and "Old Spice",
it used to blend so very nice.
The Texas Tophands were the band
that first night that he took her hand.
That's how she hooked him, she would say,
bribed a whistler, to look her way,
blew the whistle, so that he would stop
and be her partner, spin her like a top!
He's been her partner now for 48 years
had her hand through laughter and tears.
As their daughter I just wanted to say,
Happy Anniversary! Have a wonderful day.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
I hurt
I think it's loss and disappointment from
"Hopes" that were never born,
Which leaves me so forlorn.
Oh, and I cry
almost every day now
and I sigh,
then he always asks why....
The pain in my heart,
Why does it go so deep?
the way I weep;
I grieve so hard,
they say I even call & cry in my sleep.
Pictures in my mind of children at play
a dream, a hope, never to be.
My grandfathers were veterans of war, they say.
Agent orange says "one out of four" you see.
Uncle Sam says "no compensation" for me,
No big family to be all around me.
I think I'll give up on me,
sometimes....
"Please make it go away!" I say,
he can't,
and so he turns away.
Our future we cannot see,
afraid to dream,
afraid for me.
Going through the motions,
trying to do what's right.
Tried all the magic potions,
but too much DNA's twisted up too tight.
Now I'm hurtin and bleedin all of the time!
Doctor says its gotta go, this womb of mine.
Adenomyosis, got into me, says I'll be fine.
But, no more babies! don't you see
I was not finished with my family!
I dont want to, but I know
I gotta go.
Now its gone,
still PMS-ing
Now I'm not healin' right!
Its depressing.....
8 weeks now, still not released
and the mourning has not eased
Anger abounds when i awake
but I can't eat,
so then I shake.
So I just cry,
and blessed be,
ask God, Jesus and the angels
to have mercy on me
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
Far away
inside and out
Alone in my pain
cant scream or shout.
Wish I had a person
that i could call
spill out my heart to
anytime at all.
So many disappointments
too many misses
so much loss
not enough kisses.
Wish there were memories
of happy things too
not just losses
and feeling blue.
Tried to do it right
make dreams come true
just sad memories
when i am with you
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC