The infinite unsettling void
Is the point and place
Where her poetry begins -
Arises--where it is derived.

The infinite relentless void
Allows time and space
For her never-ending poetry
To be conceived;
This is how her soul
Is satisfied!

The Infinite lonely void,
Houses emotions -
With graceful words
They are interweaved,

Continually,
The void drives
Her poems to emerge -  
Allowing her soul
To feel momentarily,
Somewhat,
Relieved!

By Lady R.F (C)2017

Only when we become a Mother
Do we truly understand
How much pain comes
With unconditional love,

It is only then
That we realise
How much it hurts
To be rejected
When push comes to shove.

To be taken for granted
Unintentionally,
Or not,

To be disrespected,
Misunderstood,
And talked-down-to, alot.

Only when we become a Mother
Do we fully comprehend
That our Mothers
Did the best that they could,

They, too, just like us,
Had their own issues
To deal with;
They didn't burden us,
We wouldn't have understood!

They cried just as much
As they smiled--if not more!
They gave more than
They ever received,

They placed everyone's needs
Before their own--since the day
That we were conceived.

They held back tears
Whenever we upset them,

They died inside
Whenever we neglected them
And disrespected them.

Whenever we patronised them -
Whenever we were condescending,

Whenever we blammed them -
Whenever we took them for granted -
When we gave no thought
Nor tried to be understanding.

They only ever wanted
The best for us -
They gave of themselves
Completely;
Something nobody else
Was ever capable of,
Or willing to do!

Only when we lose our Mothers
Do we live with the regret,

A true blessing,
A pure love we were given--
Irreplaceable;
Our first real love,
The one love
We will never,
Ever,
Replace or forget!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Once full of beauty and wisdom -
A quintessence
Of substance--among other things,

This bare-naked Oak Tree
With no movement in its limbs.

Stripped of vitality and spirit,

Decades of life gone with it.

Hope is not lost,
Her lively old-self may return
Upon season's change,

The climate around her
Has been somewhat strange.

Her heart, broken, still beats -

Longing to reflect her beautiful soul
Through her leaves;
Internally, she weeps.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She has been fighting herself,
Holding herself back.  

The urgent innate feeling
To release these emotions
That she hides,
Is so strong.
It is eating her alive.

She is struggling
To keep these burdening,
Painful,
Heavy,
Emotions
Buried
Deep
Down
Inside.

If she were
To be overpowered
And defeated
By this feeling,
And if she went ahead  
To begin to try to transfer
These disturbing feelings
From her heart,
And from her soul,
Into her mind,

Where she would then
Transform them into words -
Words that would surely struggle
As they drip through her pen,
Staining her paper
With blood-red ink--tears...

These words would surely
Be too dark -
The ink would surely
Run through every page,
Beneath the sheet
In which she writes;
Soaking through each one of them,
Right down to the desk
In which they rest--staining it;
Hence, draining her pen.

They would surely
Be too heavy  -
The paper would not withstand
Their hefty weight -
The ink would dampen the sheet,
Tearing it,
Beyond repair.

The same way
These emotions
Have torn through her heart -

The same way
They have tattered
And stained her delicate soul.

The same way
He broke her lively spirit
Into peices
With his crushing words.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

And people...?

Well, some of them
are not so good at all!

They love to see good people fall!

They **** other people slowly
with unkindness
and malicious intent,

They break
innocent people's spirits
without any remorse -
they don't even repent!

They take advantage of the weak,
and they walk all over the good-natured,

They target the very souls
who are in imminent danger
of extinction:
the decent, empathetic, kind people
who are truly endangered.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Who am I
When I'm not being myself?
More importantly,
Who am I
When I'm being me?

Feeling somewhat lost
Within myself,
Of late,
I feel I've become
A foreign stranger -
I don't resemble
Who I used to be!

Feeling awkward,
Alone,
With the stranger
Within myself,
Am I her,
Or is she me?

Will I wake-up
From this nightmare--
This horrible bad dream -
Before this Alien
Completely takes over me?

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

I write because
It's an innate impulse--
I have to!

It's a natural instinct -
It's what I was born to do!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Because
He makes me feel
Every moment--completely,

Making me want to live,
Forevermore,
Inside each one--infinitely!

By Lady R.F.(C)2016

In his absence
She often feels incomplete

Like a hot summer's day
without any heat

Like a puzzle
with a missing piece

Or a lamb
without any fleece

Like a table
without a chair

Or having one shoe
short of a pair

Like a bed
without a pillow
and a blanket

Or a complex maze
without an exit

Like having a driver's license
but no car

Or a night sky
without a shiny star

Like having a fishing line
without tackle and bait

Or a picket fence
without a gate

This feeling
is one
she is always happy
to delete

Having said all that
her poem
is now
complete

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Love
cannot be fully comprehended
by using words alone,

Love's true depth
can only be accurately measured
when it is shown,

True love
can be fully recognised,
and felt by the heart,
without needing
the slightest of touch,

When love is expressed
through caring gestures -
it is within actions that real love
is sown and grown;
I truly believe this
to be such!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Dear innocent inner-child,
Still taking refuge,
Sheltered,
In your adult body,

You've been hiding
For so long
In the darkness
Away from everybody.

Decades
Have passed away,

You've never been able
To come out and play.

Your sanity
Has always depended
On being,
Safely,
Tucked away,

You've been all alone
Each and every single day.

I wonder...,
Will you ever be okay?

I take solace
In knowing
God's infinite love
And compassion,
For you,
Will never be taken away.

Dear innocent inner-child,
You found strength
In taking it day-by-day,

I know
It was the only way.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017

An encouraging word
is moral-support,
which is felt,
as well as heard.

It makes all of the difference,
it helps one form perseverance
and build much needed resilience.

It may very well be
"that little push,"
which saves that person's day,
and it may very well be
a brightly coloured rainbow,
or a ray of sunshine,
which chases their dark clouds away.

It's an empathetic,
invisible, warm embrace,
it's a smile that says...
"You're not alone,"
which is warmly written
all over your face.

An encouraging word
is humble kindness,
which is most appreciated,
whilst it is being observed.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

When we speak
Without using words
Our actions say so much,

This is how we show real love
Without the need to talk or touch.

Our actions
Will always speak louder
Than any of the beautiful words
That we will ever say,

But only when our hearts and souls
Have a genuine pure love
To selflessly give away.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

I
Live2write
And
I
Write2live!

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

Choreographing words 
Into theatrical dances 
With her imagination,

Gracefully exhibiting 
All of her thoughts —
Using letters 
As lavish decoration.

Having them leap-out 
Onto the stage, 
Outside of her mind,

Hoping in each performance, 
“Her life’s story”,
You will find.

Lady R.F. (C)2015

If only
The colours of our souls
Could be seen;
Inner beauty would reign,
Truth would be born,
And honesty
Would need no words.

By Lady R.F. (C)2015

Solitude:
It doesn’t get offended,
Nor does it offend.
It doesn’t have expectations,
It doesn’t judge or pretend!

By Lady R.F. (C)2015

No two minds
Think exactly alike,
Our perceptions
Are always going to be different,

We see the world
Through our own eyes,
The outcome of our experiences
Choose what is significant.

No two hearts weigh the same,
Our pasts make all of the difference,

Whether we are light-hearted
Or heavy-hearted,
Being whole-hearted,
Rather than being broken-hearted,
Is always going to be our first preference.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Only he
Can make the ugliness
Of this world
Seem invisible,

Only he
Can make my yucky,
Bad days
Feel somewhat beautiful.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Look not
To the shiny, sparkling stars,
Who are out of reach,
Way-up above the world so high
In the glamorous night-sky,
To inspire you,

But to each, individual,
Humble universe,
With its empathetic heart,
Who extends its arms,
Reaching-out an open hand
To support you and
To guide you.

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

Like tiny speckles of dust
Floating in the air,
Almost invisible to the naked-eye,
Unless the light is beaming down,

I inhale your essence,
Intoxicated,
My spirit gets so high
It's impossible to come down.

Unlike pollution,
Your essence is nutrition
For my soul,

Nontoxic,
Each tiny fragment
Fills the void inside my heart;
With each breath
It fills the aching hole.

By Lady R.F(C)2017

They say
I'm way too sensitive,
I think and feel too much,

I have never, ever denied this,
It's true, I feel everything
Without needing to utilise
My sense of touch!

They say
I'm way too emotional,
I wear my heart and soul
On my sleeve,

This, too, is also true,
Keeping it real
Is all I have ever wanted
To achieve!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Dissociation  
Depersonalisation
Derealisation
Detachment
Mental and Physical Paralization

This is the complete story
Of my life's disinclination

Severe Anxiety
Panic Disorder
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Depression

My disorderly indispositions
Not being in any form of
Chronological succession

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Flowers
Are a reminder
That without a little rain
We wouldn't be able to bloom,

Without clouds
And a little bad weather
We wouldn't be able to smell
Their divine fragrant perfume.

Flowers
Are a reminder
That we need gloomy days
So we can highly value
The sun's radiant,
Life-powering, life-giving light,

Because without
Any form of darkness
We wouldn't appreciate
The glorious clear-blue skys
And the gift of precious daylight.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Words,
They can cut through
Your heart,

They can tear you
Apart.

They can be as sharp
And as blunt
As any knife,
All in the same instance,

They can cause a major shift
In your reality,
They can torture you
Until the end of time,
They can be responsible
For destroying your very existence.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Mountains,
Oceans,
Rivers,
Trees,

The magnificence of nature
Makes me fall to my knees.

Such breathtaking beauty
Brings me to overwhelming tears,

As it captures my heart,
Embraces my soul,
And strips me
Of my anxiety and fears.

Valleys,
Hilltops,
Wildflowers,
Streams,

Serene, soulful nature
Vividly alive in my dreams.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Bittersweet

The higher we go
The harder we fall

Bittersweet

Leaves you feeling
Lower than low
Smaller than small

Bittersweet

Sweetness
With a bitter aftertaste

Bittersweet

Helplessly feeling our joy
Go to waste

Bittersweet

Pleasure tinged with sadness
And pain

Bittersweet

Efforts to achieve happiness
All in vain

Bittersweet

Life's cruel little game

Bittersweet

Always a crying shame

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Shall I stop writing
Because you do not read?

Shall I stop trying to get through life
Because you think
I will not succeed?

Shall I stop planting my thoughts -
Each poem a precious seed,

Shall I stop being myself
Because you do not see beauty
In self-expression,
Or because you see a wildflower
As a ****?

What do you want from me?

You be you!
Let me be!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

People often ask me...

"How do you manage life
Having 5 daughters?"

My reply is always the same...

"I couldn't manage life
Without my 5 daughters!"

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

If I tell you
That I love you
You can rest assured
That I mean what I say,

If I tell you
That I care about you,
Know, that for you,
I would well and truly
Go out of my way.

For, if I have placed you
Inside my heart,
And you now own
A space inside my mind,

It simply means
That I appreciate you,
I find your uniqueness
To be a blessing -
I believe that you are rare,
One of a kind!

If I tell you
That you are a true friend
To me,

You can rest assured
That I value
Your designed placement
Inside my reality,

Because friendship
Means so much more to me
Than just words,
It means that my soul
Recognises your soul
As a second home,

Meaning that
My soul admires
Your beautiful personality;
And, from it,
My heart
Will never want to roam!

Because, to me,
You are like sunshine,
You are an umbrella
In the rain,

You are as dependable
As each morning sunrise,
You understand
That imperfections and flaws
Make us all unique;
Hence, around you,
I never feel any shame.

So, if I tell you
That I love you
You can rest assured
That I mean what I say,

I wouldn't change
Anything about you,
I wouldn't have our friendship
Any other way!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

I build a new
Unclimbable wall,

Whenever I am afraid
That I am going to fall.

All of the bricks,
In which I lay,

Keep me another
Safe, step away...

From landing into
The darkness,

The emptiness,
The loneliness.

The silence,
And its extremely
Unbearable loudness,

The painfully, harsh
Numb feeling
Of nothingness.

For, I
Have been to this place
Too many times before,

And I am not intentionally reckless;
Hence, I construct every new wall
Without a window
Or a door.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Blindfolded,
I can identify  
The rhythm
Of his beating heart,

It beats in-tune with mine,
A perfect duet,
Just like it did
From the very start.

Blindfolded,
I can identify  
His chest,
The chest that encapsulates
My heart,

His contour,
The unique scent of his skin,
Every pore that makes him "Him!"
~ A handsome, ineffable masterpiece;
My priceless statue
Of fine art.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

And so,
That year,
The rain
Had forgotten to fall,

Winter slept-through its season,
It didn't hear Autumn's
Wake-up call.

Winter was oblivious
To the Earth's changing position
With regard to the sun,

This was made completely obvious
When the likes of Spring
Prematurely sprung.

Winter's time
Was well and truly
Over and done,

Winter
Was over
Before it had even begun.


By Lady R.F. (C)2017

With elegance,
A Wordsmith interprets
In the exquisite,
Timeless language
Of poetry,

Delicately composing
Beautiful words
Into elaborate sonatas,
Each rendition A graceful,
Classical symphony.

With beauty and intensity,
Full of raw emotions,

Each wordsmith
Extracts their most inner-feelings
And intricately converts them
Into rhythmical compositions.

And this
Is the only fluent language
Their soul is able to speak...

Each sonata they release,
With wings,
Is individually mastered,
Impeccable, and unique.

May each Wordsmith
Never miss a beat,

And continue writing,
With poetic justice,
Their heart's rhythm
On every sheet.

***

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

She is more
than what meets the eye,

She is a pending rainbow
that's hiding behind the clouds
in the sky.

She is a warm pocket
in a cold, deep ocean,

She is a virtual art form,
She is poetry in motion.

She is thunder and lightning
in a perfect blue horizon,

She is a delicate wildflower
growing in a plush green field,
one that is mesmerising.

She is an unexpected smile
on a lonely day,

She is instant relief
when things aren't going
your way.

She is a suprising hint of sweetness
when you are expecting
something sour,

She is a timeless friend,
She is an immortal flower.

She is more
than what meets the eye,

She is a breath of fresh mountain air, causing one to exhale a relieving sigh.

She is full of substance,
empathy, wisdom and kindness,

She contains infinite layers
of universes beneath her skin,
all of which are unrecognisable
to the naked eyes that suffer from "metaphorical" blindness.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

I don't need stars from the night-sky,
I don't need the moon,

I don't need any sunshine in my pocket,
All I need is you--my auspicious, priceless fortune.

I don't need precious diamonds that sparkle,
I don't need 24-carat gold,

I don't need luxury and extravagance,
All I need is your hand, to forever hold.

I don't need material belongings,
I don't need anything that money can buy,

I don't need cash in my wallet,
All I need is your unconditional love, forever - not a single day shy.

This is all I ever wanted,
This is all I'll ever need,

To be the undying love of your life, infinitely,
This is what I desire,
This is what I need from life,
to succeed.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Stars very rarely
Hang-out alone,

A perfect night sky
Lets this be known.

They come together
Forming a spectacular
Constellation,

Shining magnificently bright
In a festive celebration.

Subdued,
Gently glowing undertones
Of a perfect moon,

Allow each individual star's quality
To be extraordinarily exhumed.

A perfect,
Starry evening
Sadly comes to an end,

As dusk turns to dawn;
With it,
The sun it sends.

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

Our hearts weigh more
when they are broken,

Our minds expand
when they are awoken.

Our souls can be felt
when they are shattered,

Our hearts, minds
and souls are fragile
when they've been battered.

They can be mended
with love and care,

With strength and faith
and with some valuable prayer.

We can learn
from all of our pain,

With our lessons
we can stand tall again.

Showing ourselves
some needed compassion,
patience and love,

Seeking salvation
from God above.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

He was nothing less
Than everything,

Her entire universe,
Not leaving out anything.

He was in
Her every thought,

In everything good
That she ever sought.

He was her every breath,

Connected to her heart and soul,
He would live-on to remain this way,
Beyond her death.

Destined
To be side-by-side,

Hand-in-hand,
Together, they signed-up
To take-on life's
Scary rollercoaster ride.

Growing,
Living,
Knowing,

An endless love,
They both shared,
To eachother,
They never stopped showing.

They climbed mountains,
They enjoyed the views,

They walked through fires,
Together,
They shared
Both good and bad news.

They rode through storms,
They went on adventures,

They gazed at sunsets and sunrises,
Together,
They partook
Many daring ventures.

They were born to be together,
To be as one, connected,

An honest love without measure;
A rare, precious love
They both dearly protected.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

He is her full moon,
he casts a shadow of protection
over her night-after-night,

He is her daylight,
outshining the sun,
unlike the sun he is there
day-after-day;
he is her handsome knight.

He is more
than amazing,
more spectacular
than any perfect night sky,
much brighter
than any constellation,

Her beautiful man,
she gazes at him
with total adoration.

Day-after-day,
night-after-night,
her handsome man,
the love of her life,

Yesterday,
today,
tomorrow--forevermore,
his proud loving wife.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

The war was finally over,
His longing heart
Was homeward bound,

Truest of true love
Was soon to be reunited,
Together,
An infinite love
Was once again to become
Peaceful, safe-and-sound.

The war was finally over,
Sweethearts ran into eachothers
Warm embraces,

Their souls infused and intertwined,
Just like when they were created,
Home Sweet home was written
All over their faces.

The war was finally over,
Side-by-side,
They were invincible--inseparable,
Like the good-old-days,

Not even a war
Could separate them,
They shared a bond
That was unbreakable;
They were born for eachother,
Together,
They were a beautiful,
Imperfect, perfection,
Obvious to everyone
In many ways.

The war was finally over,
Together they prayed
That forever
Would be a gift
From God above,

That each day
Would last a lifetime,
In eachothers arms
They would happily reside;
That nothing would ever
Come between their divine,
One-of-a-kind, precious love.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

As long as our hearts beat,
Our lungs breathe,
And our minds remain sound,
We still have options,

We just have to restore our strength,
Whilst going through the motions,
So we can delete all noxious toxins
And purify our emotions.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

7.5 billion bubbles
Floating around,

Each bubble is on a mission
Hoping that personal success
Will be found.

Each bubble has a dream,
Which is its driving force
And power,

Some bubbles suddenly burst,
Some bubbles flourish and bloom
Like a flower.

Accidents do happen
Along the way,

Some bubbles collide,
Some bubbles sadly drift away.

7.5 billion bubbles,
Floating around,

Some are successful,
Some get so lost
That they are never found.

Each bubble is fragile,
Surviving on precious oxygen,

Each bubble is a gift
From Our Merciful God
In heaven.

As we never really know the struggles
Each bubble has to endure,

It is vital and most important
That we each ensure...

That we be empathetic and kind
With every bubble that we meet,

That we remember
To offer a humble smile
Whenever a precious bubble
We should happen to greet.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Yesterday I died, again,
Like all the other days
That came and went before,

But today, when I died,
I can uncomfortably say...
I died a little more.

Anxiety:

It ***** the life right out of me!


By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Magnificent ancient tree,
Imposing branches,
Reaching into the sky

Clouds shrouding its circumference,
It stands tall and proud,
Way up so high.

The moon rests beneath its canopy,
Appearing somewhat insignificant
And small,

A little, tiny golden circle,
A magical, hanging, crystal ball.

A massive, mystical trunk
Enclosing a soul with substance
And volume so grand and wise,

With roots deeper than the abyss,
I imagine that it is its own universe,
Through my eyes.

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

An innocent heart
Broken, but somewhat mended,

Battered and bruised
Is what it is rendered.

Torn fragments scattered,
Widely spread,

Tarnished, traumatic memories
Stored in her head.

Constantly torturing herself,
Wondering how different
Life could have been,

If, but only,
When she was younger,
Traumatic situations,
She hadn't encountered,
Experienced, felt, or seen.

She had no choice but to follow
The path of forgiveness
To remain sane,
She realised that long ago,

Forgiveness became
A minute-by-minute decision  
She had to make,
But still, her PTSD, Anxiety
And Depression didn't leave her...
Oh no!

She still can't help feeling frustrated,
Knowing that her life
Wasn't meant to turn-out tainted
This way,

As grateful as she is
For all of her countless blessings,
She still cannot rid her tainted,
Traumatic memories,
They torture her every single,
Blessed, precious day.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

He could make flowers grow
in places where there was never any sunlight,

In the deepest, darkest crevices
Of a 24-hour dark world,
A world that was a complete stranger
to broad daylight.

He could make flowers bloom
where, otherwise, other forms of life
would be unable to thrive,

He did this
with his beautiful Rose,
she needed him
to survive,

But,
he needed her too...
he needed her in ways
that no-one could ever understand;
and so, together,
they kept eachother alive.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Singed wings,
Ashes descending,

Gray smoke billowing outwards.
Thick clouds swelling through Autumn-air,
Ascending.

Heart and soul on fire,
Carriage scorched by the flames,

A flight for survival,
Thou shalt not carry any burdens
Or shames.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

A precious, single wildflower
All alone in a field
Of plush-green,

Ineludible beauty,
She stands-out in this meadow,
More beautiful than anything
My naked eyes
Have ever seen.

Alone, she stands tall,
Drawn to the sunlight,
Her beauty radiant
Like the sun,

As the sun sets,
On the plush-green blanket,
Gently she rests her fragile head;
Her moonlight dreams
Have now begun.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017