Vette
La Sandra Akesson is an artist who formed a nonprofit called Dream Quest Enterprises (DQE) back in 1983 while learning all that California had to offer to support her many talents and interests. She certainly remembers her roots as she generously uses this Non-Profit venue to expose and promote artists. / / As a published poet and contracted artist, her collaborative efforts are a wonderful inner city blend and a tribute to her roots which were formed in Cleveland, Ohio. Without these influences she would have never been exposed to the arts while growing up in neighborhoods where this was only made possible through outreach and after school programs. Most even provided the transportation. / / Now an established veteran in fields such as Art, Culture, Music, Poetry, Organization, Net-Working, Team Building and Design, she’s deemed a definite asset at any table.
"Rushing feet cooled by chilly cement pavement forces windows closed and turned up chairs on porches."
"No more night sounds or cooling off dewy ******* while trying to catch that breeze which brought night's scent."
"Gone are the tall wet thirst quenchers that now compete against frosty opponents on the other side of the door."
"Tamed hairs beneath hats understand their season of gapping winds are but gone for now, replaced by stiff crispy swirls of air."
"Yet this is earth's annual sigh from the clutches of a sun kissed radiation demanding coolness into our enclosed spaces."
"Sip slowly, remember fondly, til the next season is upon us, bringing with it a hope and joy of a new morrow."
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
"The candor of your crooked smile, bubbles forth laughter from my fizzing cup of champagne and I've lost track of time in your arms." Another sip and that extra pillow on your bed will be occupied by more than just my sense of humor.
And so you notice my blouse welcomes your glances with two pearl buttons away from their keeping, yet we push apart gently - saving enticements for tomorrow!
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
Why did I just roll my eyes when you walked in?
I've seen it all before, that sheepish grin!
Your cologne meets me even before your glances.
I'm fresh out of giving strangers second chances!
Other women notice you, giving all the more reason,
I should just walk away, it's not even your season.
My feet won't move, ugh... is that cognac I smell?
Suddenly you're next to me, I'm like - swell!
Then it happens, you grin and ask me my name!
Playing coy, I'm sizing up my move in this game.
After all, I sipped before you entered that door.
The alcohol kicks in, and I think "SCORE"!!!
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
"In my mind, I've taken many journeys. Some with winding roads and others with endless paths. I foster memories of a magical wonder in hopes that around each bend I'll find my soul. And when I do, I'll step right into it (like a comfortable shoe) feeling totally complete and forever whole."
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
"Can I borrow a blanket, there's a chill in the air that won't subdue. Frosty windows give view to a blistering storm and chances of clearing anytime soon are remote. The lonely don't need to be cold as well, lest they **** over altogether and parish into the frothy dust. Blue lips that can't kiss away your pain, await at deaths door, with a blank stare of horror. Toss it this way baby, before the fate of it all, falls upon you."
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
That gaping hole that you put in my heart has begun to heal and what remains is a mere scar.
I've starred at it in the mirror countless (sleepless) nights, wondering if you too were even wounded.
Reports say you've moved on, you're much happier now. I call it "foul play" because the final move is mine.
Consider yourself warned! Time has replenished what you attempted to drain. And I challenge you, in fact dare you, to advance in my direction.
You may proceed (but with caution) in my direction if you're prepared for what now awaits you:
"Me" with a vengeance!
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
"The candor of your crooked smile, bubbles forth laughter from my fizzing cup of champagne and I've lost track of time in your arms."
Another sip and that extra pillow on your bed will be occupied by more than just my sense of humor.
And so you notice my blouse welcomes your glances with two pearl buttons away from their keeping, yet we push apart gently - saving enticements for tomorrow!
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
"Stand still and let me love you, then I will grant you a peek into the depths of my soul. For within me are deep, quiet, and still waters, few are willing to tread for fear of drowning in the mere shallow end."
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
As I slide into my little red dress, I glance at the mirror on the side wall and notice it's slightly crooked. I quickly adjust my view, grasping my hair in one hand, and "pony tailing it" with the other.
"How could he raise a hand to this fine body?" I think loudly, as I rub my firm round hips. Smoothing away every wrinkle visible that might distract from my hour glass figure.
As I'm dusting my face with the finest of powders, I make sure my subtle lips are moistened with ruby red dew.
Blowing that final kiss in the wind, I grab a little "Oscar" to splash on my visible *****
"He loves me right?" Closing the door behind me, with keys in hand, I lock her in - the abused woman.
No one will ever know (or care to meet her). She just is.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Us in love, rainbows made from cotton candy and bubble gum.
Head back, smiling toward the sunshine, warm hand around my waist.
Sprawled across the lawn, lips moist, plump, ripe and ready.
Us in love, sweet wine, flower nector, butterflies dancing above our head. Laughter, then giggles, followed by silent stares that mean the world. You promise forever, but I hear eternity when you speak.
Us in love, rhapsody divine, angelic sounds when I lay on your chest.
Heart beats in sync, candles spent, no concept of time or space. I pounce toward your intentions, you capture my cause and we wait.
Us in love, never cold or tired, flowing curtains in the wind. Gapping love birds whisper in envy. Unicorns trot around our encampment, fairy dust drizzles over our heads.
Us in love, Us in love, Us in Love.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC