"Hopeful"
the bars of the cage are cold on his nose
his large brown eyes, expressive with soul
sadly watching people come and go
some of them pause to look at him
and others just shake their heads, and move on
his brindle coat is speckled, and looks at bit rough
not smooth, like some other dogs' coats
his markings look muddy under the lights
but still, he stands hopeful, one ear up, and one down
just like the hope, in his big loving heart
his tail, a happy flag that wags at each passerby,
and then, stills... as they walk away
till a little girl sees him, and suddenly, she stops
her bright eyes meet his brown ones, on her face, a big smile
and she calls to her family ... "over here - this one, Daddy!"
oh, the sweetest sounds ever heard in this world
is the opening, of a cage door...
and a fuzzy, warm little dog cuddles and wiggles
estatically held in the arms, of a big hearted child
and, that hopeful little dog finally has found... his forever home
by LB
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
snoozing in the twilight gleam
two old wolf eyes gazing
where he roams into the past
when he was young
now he is old his muzzle gray
eyes still shine in twilight....
recalling times with his family
now he is left alone on this shore
remembering
old man old wolf
born raised live and die
a sunrise of youth in their eyes
bright morning a summer of memory
dimmed now in old wolf old man
close together on this shore
sworn enemy of wolf... this old man
now the old man rests his hand gently
on old wolf's head.... and asks forgiveness
for the wrongs he has done
old wolf sighs he looks into old man's eyes
sees a family a young man roaring inside
the wolf sees more but keeps silent
the man's fears he's long held within
things man has done acts of violence
made his spirit puny indeed....
the wolf knows...far more than man
even now as the old man pats his fur
the wolf closes his eyes
for the last time...
and opens them wide on the other shore
his family running to greet him...
and no humans in sound or view
by LB
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
shadow song
in flowing currents
i hear your voice
i see your form in rocks
a luminous face blue eyes
it's been so long
since i lay beside you
here in the dark
the grass holds your scent
the breeze caresses me
like your fingers
i feel your touch
heaven sent in my thoughts....
my skin tingles with memory
listening to your songs
singing in flowers
in the waterfalls...
a shining rainbow you
dancing in the light
naked as a dream....
you skin glowing like a pearl
water droplets sparkling
in your hair
i see you now
stripped before me
in moonlit radiance
dancing in your sinuous way
a wildcat a tiger... a snake
roaring purring a kitten soft
you are here no distance
between us
slinking in the shadows
of my fantasy
never far in mind
my dreams you haunt...
a living ghost
i love you till i die
i live for you i dare for you
i dream for you...
i dive for you...
'neath dark waves of passion
into the realm of blue
i find you where you are...
waiting for me
with open arms
by LB
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
crazy feeling lazy
soft dreamy kisses
on your face
laying here enraptured
in a dream world
hazy sleepy day
a night of loving
a day of holding
onto each other
so warm
feeling the sleep
cascading like raindrops
in my arms...
you so soft
sweet like a baby...
your hair on my cheek
i play with its softness....
your fingers
entangled with mine...
we lie here breathing
saying nothing...
just feeling skin on skin...
loving the sweetness
of loving...
you
by l.b.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
the girl was always strange...a little different from the rest...she stayed to herself in her room after school...and loved animals the best...talked to them out loud in funny voices...her long hair covering her face and eyes...so one day it really came as no surprise to her to find she was growing a funny bump on her backside...that sorta looked like a tail...at first it was easy to hide...she stuffed it in her pants and no one was wiser...except it felt a bit strange sitting on that thing...and when she was happy, darned if it didn't start to wag...all by itself...a few weeks went by and that tail started growing...longer and furry red like a setter dog...at least the back part anyhow....and her parents wondered why she never wore shorts anymore...one day she answered a question at school...and a happy bark slipped out of her mouth!....classmates eyes round looking at her...teacher smiled and thought it was a joke...of course that is how she passed it off...but by golly if she didn't control... her cheers for a team....yips and growls popped out in excitement...her friends really thought she was strange...but the more it happened the more the girl liked it...she enjoyed being different...and by golly...her dog loved her just the same (as he always did.)..but her folks wondered why there were furry dog hairs inside her clothes...just down the one pants leg...hmmm...
well that gal grew mighty strange...funny things like barks and howls sang out in the middle of church choir....they started calling her wolf girl at school....and darned if her ears didn't start pointing at that remark...at night she'd stick her head out the door...gaze at the street waiting for a bark...from a little yorky across the street...and when that dog caught sight of her... man...the barks went crazy...all from her!....soon she got the urge to run...so down she went when no one was about...and raced like the wind on all fours...man she could rip...faster than her dog...they'd zoom about the back yard...after a ball...and she caught it first...parents watching her one day...seeing her playing like a pooch...worried the heck out of them...they wondered what to do...they took her to a doctor...doctor saw that growing tail...well he scratched his head in puzzlement...and darned if the girl didn't lick his face!....and offer him her hand to shake...like a dog!....well time went on since then...that girl is still stranger than strange...running round barking scratching at fleas...got a collar now and tags that say her name....guess she's got the best of both worlds..being human...and being man's best friend...''
by L B
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
the road i know is gone now
the one with weeds and trees
wildflowers blooming
beside old evergreens.
our little yellow home
my mom grandmom and I
a winding garden path
tended so lovingly
a porch with a swing
three graceful maple trees
i named the three princesses
they were great friends to me
in back was a wonderland
of greenery
a little swirling pond
reflected autumn leaves
mushrooms grew in rings
on old weathered bark
i so fascinated by colors
beside our humble home
grew a flowering bush
white blooms heralded spring
from my window i would see them
in the morning
...memories are golden now
as twilight sweeps o'er me
wish i could go back there
and relive childhood... once more
by L.B.
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
beauty in withered hands
soul shines in wrinkled skin
lines and folds
a lifetime unfolds
a man a woman aged and gray
a heart full of memories
many stories of old
whisper in weathered faces
spirit soft in silver patina
not loud in vivid shades
a shadow across life's path
a mystery dwells within
behold in faded eyes
a light inside
a garden of faded roses
souls closer to heaven
unfurl sweeter petals
nearer to God
by l. b.
sept 2012
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
lightning strikes a thought an idea
an emotion...
a painting a poem a sculpture a song
universal to us theories and conceptions
memories imposed stamped in minds
like raindrops....
trickle down in the air round us create
like gods
visions soar... free your dreams
let them crystallize....a monument
a sky scraper a bridge a home
the chair beneath your ***
once an inspired notion
whispered in a brain
from the great beyond...
by l. b.
sept 5 2012
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 9:22 AM UTC
under the seas
a ship sunk many years ago...
rusty now and fishes slip in and out
of her dark depths....
wandering corridors once floated
drifting dreams and chandeliers
people on a quest....
now lies dank cold and wet
their bones white as snow
sunk far beneath the waves
ghosts shimmer in the gloom
where sharks swim...
a woman's hair in currents sways
her eyes long gone...
her bony fingers grasping... reaching
for something far above
as fishes hide and seek
in her bones
by l. b.
sept 2012
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 8:38 AM UTC
he awoke in the blazing sun...to the sound of rattles....his eyes sealed from dried tears...crack open to slits...before him a hazy light...and a snake slithering by....coils and recoiling....patterned in diamonds...a mirage of death in sight...so still he lay scarcely daring to breathe ******* the air into his lungs...as the rattlesnake slowly retreats...from his prone form...and slides away into brush....he heaves a sigh and reaches for a canteen...shakes it and feels a slosh...the heat scorching his soul...as he slowly rises...and sees a horizon rippling dancing....no end in sight....he was left alone when his partner robbed a bank and away they ran into the night....he drove the vehicle into the desert and ran out of gas....peddle pumping hopeless...his partner took off ...for help he said but waving a gun crazy like...so he let him go alone....now he faces an endless hike...water nearly gone...his legs stiff and sore...cramped from lying on the hard ground....he stumbles on...and sees something hovering...a strange bird with red rings and wild eyes....speaks to him in a strange tongue...as the man wanders and stops...the bird stretches out his wings...and soars off taking the man's soul with him....as they fly over rocky ground...the man sees his life unfold....he was a runaway at the age of nine....he sees a sister walking selling her soul on rough streets...he sees a needle in his arm before he was fifteen...and losing the battle of life so young...he flies with the bird and sees more...he sees a life of crime start from little hope...he sees love so little of it....in a girl who once believed in him...as the bird turns in flight to gaze at him...he sees her eyes...dark with forgiveness...as the man is flying...he cries...and his tears water the baked ground below..as the bird settles lightly upon his soul...and frees him back to his body...where he awakes...to find himself back in his one room cell....bars before him...and a girl on the other side...who loves him
by l. b.
sept 2012
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC