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Joanne Fuda Jun 2013
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She collected men like hats, she would try them on see if they fit alter her personality for a day or two then, they sat on the heads of old teddy bears gathering dust.. One day she was a cowgirl, another a musketeer, an adventurer and just for something different *she covered her head completely
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Joanne Fuda Mar 2013
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The universe will provide
What a crock of ****
******* ‘new age’ ******* just makes me sick
 
I believed in quantum physics and I was a mystic
 
Now I am just a jaded fool
No need for those tools
 
The cynic is finally free, you see
Starving babies and innocents
Are not like you and me
 
Where is their blanket of protection?
Where is their water to make wine?
 
If all there is that ever was
*Then the holy covenant is vile.
13
Joanne Fuda Apr 2013
13
I am drinking soy and wearing your jumper but this is not a story about jumpers.. It is about a mama's love.. Worry lines conflict with laughter lines but can't help being on the same face. We long to belong like a rubber band ball but end up untangling it all.. To our demise sometimes (eat more please). To yearn the unknown (yet known) from a deeper plane we play, like a game of chance a russian dance.. A wise man said "you cannot lose if you do not play" easy for him to say, his luck had its day. There are 13 fairies on our wall, one for family one for joy, one for laughter one for dance, one for sorrow one for chance.. Too many to name them all but mummy stapled them in so they wont fall!
3am
Joanne Fuda May 2013
3am
3am again, its cold under the blankets. I contemplate getting up as I usually do, catching a buzz but it is cold, too cold even for bumblebees. I am tired, I wonder what it is all about apart from being guardians for our children of course  The pain is searing from the ground up, it has to reach my heart of course, this is why it hurts so much  I understand in an instant, you just wanted the pain to stop, like i do now. In a ball under the blanket, with only this hint of life radiating from my palm, bright too bright yet, I continue, it is better than cold - where did all the warmth go? At what point did it stop? The chemicals have run dry, the last tear drop, cold dead night Autumn night, my muse my lover. Cold under these sheets the warm side taken up by my child my faithful cat on my pillow gives me no solace, only more pain, I know he will die soon. Then, even the comfort of his heart beating softly, his paw holding mine, will be gone.. all of it gone! I reach out to you far away, I know you feel me, hear me, as I do you. For the first time I feel alone, Miss Independent everything is fine, soldier on gone! I want to feel warm blood in my veins, not cold, not pain. This wounded healer cries in vain. No point in wondering why, this must be how it feels. I understand why you wanted to die
Dedicated to Karl
Joanne Fuda Mar 2013
Ok this is me
I am above all else kind
But I can be cruel to be kind
I am compassionate
But humankind has to take responsibility
I am spiritual
But as I the teacher speak I also need to listen
Mostly for myself
I am self and still Self I am
 
I am Priestess Protector of the Laws of Creation
I buried the book in the sand along with the jewel
I am 1(singular) and I am not coming back
 
I am funny and bright
Yet cast a shadow
I am innovative, expressive
Provocative and bold
Yet shy
I stand tall but have cowered and had my roots torn out
Still I grow
 
I am told I am beautiful inside and out
I have a sparkle in my eye and the powers of persuasion
I am passionate but choose abstinence
Like sugar and bread
 
I hear music in my head but do not play
I hear songs but do not sing them out loud
I write poetry…when I was young mostly about circles
Now love and this stuff
 
I love to be shocked …
Into new ways of thinking
I am not fearful of what may be just what is
I try to believe in 6 impossible things before breakfast
But I eat late
 
I am loyal, loving and honest
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve now I keep it under wrap
Except for you
 
Your journey may take you to a harem in a desert of love
You will eventually stop to replenish in water
I will wait patiently for you to see me there
With no reflection I will wait
 
Swimming in circles
Joanne Fuda May 2013
you are my lifeline
in time with time
quickstep tango
Russian roulette
African mango
one will get you high
just one
thread
piece of string
hanging
just one
Joanne Fuda Apr 2013
Nuclear family just doesn't stick this old fashioned way has had its day.. Men without jobs, women holding the fort Feminism what a wrought! Children wondering where their parents are *whispering are we from Venus or are we from Mars ?
Joanne Fuda May 2013
For this moment everything is ok, child sleeping, dogs sleeping, cats sleeping. The fire is warm, safe,  flames flicker and burn like words, like song, like dance. In this moment everything is ok, you just have to breathe to live.. Words are like breath, imagine the first breath of words spoken, when all that was in a word. All is quiet in this moment of imaginings, the fire soothes my soul. My spirit moves with the flame.. I can see the fire spirits dancing, their essence is tamed but has a life of it's own.. Wild fire is tamed, just this moment *just for me
Joanne Fuda Jun 2013
You could already be living the dream of another you  from a parallel universe.  Just  as you are dreaming another reality  another becomes your reality.  On the other side of the black hole we are the dreams of our ancestors.  They are our Creators
Joanne Fuda May 2013
Tears stain my face, with sadness and grace I talk to you in my head, you know everything now. Is it peaceful where you rest? Or, do you toss and turn full of regret for what you have done. Death does not become you. I guess you know that now
For Karl
Joanne Fuda May 2013
Muses comes and go but this Autumn day you are the one i know leaves fall by my side, tempting me as they fly by, each one whisks joy with sorrow, happiness with pain.. As a child i kicked the leaves about, *danced with them in the air,  sprinkling sunshine in my hair
Joanne Fuda Apr 2013
Mops, thistle, bells and whistles; make this, poet.
With circus flair, out of fur and shabby things... make this.
Joanne Fuda May 2013
some, the strongest most compassionate of heart the wild of heart the free of heart suffer in silence pain in their eyes, the wise may notice the laughter is gone the wry smile from their lips no longer tender too cold to kiss is gone, beaten broken the healer the banshee the wounded spirit, all that remains is the blood..
Joanne Fuda Oct 2013
Caught inbetween.. fires rage, waiting for lightening, hoping for rain.. We dance up a storm. Little feet, medium feet, 2 feet 4 feet, one big foot! We howl with the wolves.. helicopters fly overhead, primordial forces, sophistcated technologies - centered by water. Mother nature commands the earth and sky.. We are ants in the aftermath
Joanne Fuda May 2013
open up your window let the winds of change come forth in this whirlwind of a birth
feel the labour pains even though it hurts, let those in chains be free let them be
hold the child with ease feel feel the softness of the breeze
Joanne Fuda May 2013
Long ago when time was young
I sat innocently in the sun, mindful..
Too young to know too old to run
Too long too soon, this song is sung

A cornerstone of ages past
Does it ever really last?

This song is not forgotten, a leaf, a tree,
the distant breeze sigh’s with youthful grace and ease

The sun never yearns for what is night
*It stands forever in the light
Joanne Fuda Nov 2013
The sun rises on a hilltop by the mountains, it breathes life into old and swallows the cold. Between the land and the sky dew glistens. It smells like the beginning..
Joanne Fuda Jan 2014
I miss Your lips our kisses our legs intwined with curled up toes. Our grace. As the ocean is to the sea, you are home to me.
Joanne Fuda Oct 2013
Listen listen to the echoes of your past.. Let them guide you through the gates of wrath.. Be still hush feel the motion of water underneath your boat and *follow the tide back to shore
Joanne Fuda Aug 2013
In my darkest hour I think of you, a time when i could love like a child.. I did not know that then sad that I know it now In my darkest hour it is always you that I grieve for, my shame my childhood.. I can never bring myself to tell you, I have never loved another the same  I have built walls around me, I shoot suitors down with arrows straight from my heart.. In my darkest hour I think of you, the one that kept me safe years have passed.. I tried calling you once but I could never tell you while you were with another I wanted you to have everything that I couldn't give you In my darkest hour it is your name on my lips I breathe you through my tears I could never hurt you again, so I stay silent and alone
Joanne Fuda May 2013
Words cannot express what I need to say,
father time suggests they just get in the way
When a heart is yearning or broken
Words are just a token
Love is based on action,
not on what is spoken

Like the eye of a storm it’s torment
Is all consuming or lament

Take her hand and hold it tight
Don’t hesitate for what is right
Let her know your love is real
Show her how you feel

Innocence is truth be told
In love behold
Joanne Fuda Apr 2013
I must get rid get rid of the dust it is in my lungs                                                                                                          like a soldier for my boy I must get up aching back head spinning standing still                                                                                                                                                                                                                    the air is a cloud write a list write a poem I must crawl out of this crazy hazy maze for *we must be able to breathe..
Joanne Fuda Mar 2013
I left the door open for you
But you never came
I left it open all the same
The wolves came in
The devil came in
They were playing the same game
(Still you never came)
I’ve managed to keep the wolves at bay but
I think the devil is here to stay
Joanne Fuda May 2013
All is calm now after the storm, the sun sets amber glow lapis sea you and me on a boat. Diamond waves whales flying fish and you your eyes glisten I follow your gaze to the lights in the sea, down in the deep quiet now lights out *sleep
Joanne Fuda Jan 2014
When I asked my mama how she stayed young
She said,

"By always having someone to be desperately in love with that you can't have. By always having a Muse"

And we sat
under rain
watching with
the same golden eyes
the wonder of the dark driveway
with the old filing cabinet
that we still haven't moved.
Written by my talented daughter - I love you sweetheart **
Joanne Fuda Jul 2013
The wise old owl stands tall this way she can see it all From the top of the mountain to the valley below she will know Her misty eyes now clear As she sees through the veil *truth will appear
For Jacqui
Joanne Fuda Aug 2013
It is one thing to take what you want  when you are young, another entirely when you are old. You may not notice if your Ego is full but once you have been stripped bare, naked, in the dark before the dawn, it will hit you. You can't go back on the past but you can change the future.. Each person is an island and it is on that island you must survive
Joanne Fuda May 2013
Nothing is so insidious nothing creeps nothing hears, nothing tastes nothing is Everything is all consuming, self assuming nothing that is something as tall is short, small is big *something is
one
Joanne Fuda May 2013
one
eternally one
united in love.. yet
eternally distinct
for without distinction
love is impossible..
the liberated soul is oned with and fused
in that it knows and loves
what it can never become..
*inspired by Vedic Literature
Joanne Fuda Apr 2013
"Pardon Me" complaining at the state of my garden.. With grace she said "Nothing says derelict like roses and paper lanterns"
Joanne Fuda Dec 2019
A Clear Picture
Ok this is me
I am above all else kind
But I can be cruel to be kind
I am compassionate
But humankind has to take responsibility
I am spiritual
But as I the teacher speak I also need to listen
Mostly for myself
I am self and still Self I am
 
I am Priestess Protector of the Laws of Creation
I buried the book in the sand along with the Jewel
I am 1(singular) and I am not coming back
 
I am funny and bright
Yet cast a shadow
I am innovative, expressive
Provocative and bold
Yet shy
I stand tall but have cowered and had my roots torn out
Still I grow
 
I am told I am beautiful inside and out
I have a sparkle in my eye and the powers of persuasion
I am passionate but choose abstinence
Like sugar and bread
 
I hear music in my head but do not play
I hear songs but do not sing them out loud
I write poetry…when I was young mostly about circles
Now love and this stuff
 
I love to be shocked …
Into new ways of thinking
I am not fearful of what may be just what is
I try to believe in 6 impossible things before breakfast
But I eat late
 
I am loyal, loving and honest
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve now I keep it under wrap
Except for you
 
Your journey may take you to a harem in a desert of love
You will eventually stop to replenish in water
I will wait patiently for you to see me there
With no reflection I will wait
 
Swimming in circles
In the process of summoning up new poems, I had to revisit my old ones. Thank you for reading..
Joanne Fuda Mar 2013
Silent is Night as dark is before Light...
Night sweet night, endless night - into the frey of the grey moonlight...
Such is the journey to Day...
Cõck crows bell tolls, morning washes the moon
Joanne Fuda May 2013
breathing in unison yearning for a land of honey bees apple crumble honeysuckle rose belts buckles toes, laughter bells charms and *magic
Joanne Fuda Mar 2013
my boots old and worn stand alone on the porch in the dark they still glisten you may hear if you listen the tapping rhythms of their song if you care to tap along a bit of polish a bit of thread will awaken them from their bed to the jig of life sleeping in their soles.. these boots are worn and tired but they fit so well.. they call me back to dance with them for loving them so
Joanne Fuda May 2013
Silence thou art wise still waters run deep under the crawling sun upon this gentle earth lay hope. Sweet soul be not afraid of thy heart..
Joanne Fuda Mar 2013
We spoke once about the in-between,
That place where truth resides
Where nothing is said only felt
As I have said before
Words are just tokens
Happiness is felt
Love is felt
Truth resides in the in-between
Joanne Fuda Sep 2013
Sweet dawn
Sunrise, day
You must leave the night queen's bay..
Spy lovers lingering
Love still goes on
See the wonder
The light in the night,
The sigh of my heart as the arrow strikes
The tune in my bed
Races around in my head                                            
You..  with me..
Let the music play..
Wine and verse, parry the chord
Take my breath,
*Don't say another word
Joanne Fuda Mar 2013
Words on a page
Thoughts coalesce into shape, like leaves on a tree
What is the nature of muse?
The wind whispers to the tree
Create me..
Perhaps a bluebird will come by and sing upon a branch, then like the wind i will be the rhythm in the dance

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