what are you up to???
i didn't get you,
you said not to disturb you
and i thought
you were kidding me,
because i know
you like me
disturbing you,
and so much later
i realized that
you were not kidding,
you really want me
to stay away from you,
at first it was like an attack,
i couldn't think of anything
but only you
and then i decided
to stay away
from you
because i love you

you know i felt harder
to stay away from you
so i talked to you
once or twice a day
then it turned to be
once a week.......

you know
i really can feel that
you are yearning
for my disturbance,
but i don't want
to disturb you,
i just want you to
simply ask me
"will you please disturb me??",
because,
you should learn to ask
what you really need,
till now i didn't give a chance
for you to ask what you need
as i understood you
more than yourself
and fulfilled your need....

i know that
this is the reason
you didn't stop me
when i'm leaving,
you simply don't know
how to ask for what you need

Tens now times along
Lived a mother
With her two kids
A widow

Two kids
One a boy
And one a girl

The boy was four
And the girl two

She works hard
To meet the ends
And keep the kids
Clean and Green

One day
The poor mother
Bought
Two apples
Saving money
From her meager earnings
And gave her kids

Kodfather, the boy
Ate his apple
And Rose, the daughter
(was) Playing with it

Then Kodfather said
To his little sister
Shall we play a game?

Innocent she was
Delighted
With her brother's proposal
She asked
What game?

Let's play *
Adam and Eve

The mother
Who was cooking
In the corner
Turned with a jolt
Her eyes wide

How to play?
Asked little Rose

You tempt me
And I'll eat the apple
Game's finnis

He's the one
Mother thought
You know who
A Downey must come
To save the world

He nibbled at my ear and whispered 'Let yourself loose.'
I asked 'Darling,will you play with my monsters too?'

I make no demands of you
for love makes no demands
I give to you what love
demands of me
There was a time when I might
have made demands
and you might have responded
as on our first meeting
or at that later time
when I joked about kidnapping
and you said "yes please"
because you have that side
it's something I recognise
perhaps you do not yet
need to let her out
perhaps you never will
but if you do one day
then I hope you find
one who can guide you
or perhaps the day will come
when your guide appears
unbidden, perhaps inconveniently
but reaches within
touches her and bids her wake
when that happens
there is no denying of truth
just acceptance and knowing
that you are truly home
in the place where you belong

Cynthia Pauline Jones 19/1/2014

Dim lamp light casts
a poetic dance of shadows
from the corner of my
quiet office space
tracing words neatly
in my scribe's notebook
I rassle the pen skillful
to print.

I notice my paced breathing
holding back ever so carefully
the cowering anticipation
of the haunting lull
a writer dreads in times
of fevered inspiration.

My handwriting is strong
and simple, neat and tempered
but I soon expect the sneak
of the serpent scrawl to
wrap around my wrist
and pull me in tighter to
the tempo of a poet in heat.

I brace myself and breathe
deeply, purposefully I release
a humming hush of air
from my loose lungs.

I tend to tap my right foot
to the beat of a silent drum
rarely in rhythm with my
right writing hand.

Here comes the scrawl
I feel I can't control
Is it lack of strength
or the sheer thunder
rolling thoughts on paper??
I think it is a little bit of both

Where are you dear
fellow poets in your
casting hour??
Conjuring up words
to share our wants,
needs, fears and doubts
so perfectly
...or not....

The point is in the
actual act itself
isn't it??

Warm thighs
Cold nights
Empty bed
Tears shed
Dry hands
Feet untangled
Messy hair
Lips bare
Nervous sighs
Hungry cries
Skin untouched
Fingers unlaced
Moans unuttered
Thoughts cluttered
Wandering soul
Time slow
So slow

He was such a sweet talker,
Met him at a real nice bar
He didn't have a ring on
I didn't know it would go so far

Yes, he is a charming *******
That sounds like his M O
Always getting drunk in a bar
Looking for his next ***

That's not how it was
He wasn't even that drunk
I see it all clearly now
His lies all stunk

The first thing I thought
as I saw you two together
Is not what a lady should say
So I think that I had better
Keep my mouth shut
And rise above the situation
Calling you a ****
Would just start a confrontation.

Listen here, "wife"
I didn't know he was married,
Thats not my type.
Throw away this hatchet you carried
I'm not the one you should be mad at,
He's been doing this behind BOTH our backs!

That is fine "mistress"
I think we can both agree
He is the one to blame and
it shouldn't be taken out on you or me
Now the hatchet that you talk of
The one that I have carried
I know what we should do
And where it should be buried

Who knows how many times
He's sweet talked an innocent girl
We could do something real nice
To rock his fantasy world
What do you say, you and me?
I think this could be destiny.....


**To Be Continued.....

i have lost
the meaning
of my love
within your words
which were
left unspoken..........

will you give it a meaning
at least once in forever???

What is it like on that Otherside~
that place where time slows to a still...?

What can you recall in those precious moments of deeper contemplation~
acceptance of destination...?

with peaceful mind~
Soft and Knowing.