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 Dec 2014 courtney
Mara W Kayh
This is the time of year
When lights and colors and dreams
Are rolled into one big ball
And if we're lucky
we get to exchange
Bits of ourselves
Under a tree,
Around a hearth
Or Maybe a table set with care..
So choose wisely
When you give
And let it be of you
And not scraps
From outside
Designed for the masses.
Rather get homemade pastries
And chocolate fudge from
Your kitchen
Than a box of emptiness wrapped in a bow
Please don't go out of your way
Just give me some of you.
Contemplating the meaningful homemade gifts I got this year from friends and neighbours... Much better than getting nonsense from the mall. :) grateful.
Something that stands out so completely;Resilience, is not so very discreetly kept locked away from the planets you shine on, to their envy. ~~ *Frank Ruland

Yes, I shine
I smile
I carry on through the days
But my light gets dimmer
Each passing moment
With nothing to shine on
I simply fill darkness with light
I don't bring anything
Those planets that envy?
They're crazy...
I shoot past,
The speed of light
(really fast)
What is there to be jealous of?
My speed...
My strength...
My bright, shining glow...
That may be so,
But what are all these things worth
If I have to do it all alone?



Absolutely Nothing
Line from "Shooting Star" by Frank Ruland, also one of my (soon to be) many entries for his challenge "Let's Do A Line!".
I remember my first kiss
the sloppiness turns my cheeks red
and if I had to relive that moment
I swear I'd rather be dead
my first kiss was in middle school
when I thought that I was in love
but rather lust took hold
but I didn't know about a "glove"
back in my younger days
my romance was in a book
i believed in Prince Charming
and also Captain Hook.
it was in the back seat of the bus
as he gently held my hand
i leaned over to his mouth
and it was so stinking bland
no sparks, no fire
just a lot of spit
gosh i really wish there was
a guide-line kissing kit
On this ocean I float
And I melodize my song
Sing along if you join my tide
When we croon
Together morning ‘till noon
We sleep better at night

Hearts stay in tune
Over distances in spite
Of waves rippling through our lives
Some great, able to separate
But third eye ablaze
You're always in sight

I too have feared the undertows
But even if you’re caught below
Don’t inhale the salt
And to the surface you’ll float

When I’m alone
I whistle with the winds
The melody that healed my wounds
And if the waters splash
I don’t kick and thrash
The brine can’t burn my flesh

An anthem sublime
Rains from the sky
Returned to the ocean by the clouds
Every drop resonates
The horizon vibrates
From the pounding of our tribe

Turn your head around
Don’t stare at the depths below
Your breath you’ll find comes from
The direction of the Sun
He Never Said I'm Sorry

He never said I'm sorry
For the bad things that he did
Or all the time that he missed
When I was just a kid

He never said I'm sorry
For never teaching me
All the things I would need
To help me through me teens

He never said I'm sorry
For not standing by my side
The day when I got married
Not meeting my new bride

He never said I'm sorry
For not knowing his grandson
Missed the day he was born
Never knew how he grew up

He never said I'm sorry
As he laid dying in his bed
Now for him I just feel sorry
For all the things he never did

He never said I'm sorry


Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
I guess the thing he did give me was that I now shower my son with love every day.

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