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Tilly Nov 2012
"Never knock upon my door!"
Only unwelcome visitors, and death, do that.
Left ajar, let me greet you,
from within.
Tilly Nov 2012
Nothing in life's e'er guaranteed
Borne of ink, on thin paper reeds,
Spades may shatter Diamond skies; So
in red or black, no tell, we'll show
Playing hard, as this life proceeds.

Marked cards, Bad & Good, defined; Deeds
shuffled, we love, we fight, we bleed.
"Roll the die" Jokers laugh, "Let's owe
nothing to Life!"

Dealing dirt hands, with want, not needs
Flushed; Their greediness supersedes
So let's choose our cards, best we know,
stay true in Hearts; Letting go,
where false relativity breeds
nothing in life
A follow on, to my dearly departed Saloon girl.
Hold'em Tight & Keep 'em Close
(the original title)
changed for something that rhymed with rondeau!
:)
Oct 2012 · 806
ImPassioned Flame (10w)
Tilly Oct 2012
Better to bear the burn, than to douse the fire
Tilly Oct 2012
Saddle up
Gurl!

It's time
to hit the trail,

as quietly & gently
I spank the pony-

tail,

&
know,
it's how
I love you, baby..

You'll see me riding like the wind,

spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win.

We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin!

Our
Poke(h)er
hands
stayed empty
&
the music's...

long since died.

Your sweet songs done,
gone & left me

(sobs)

tumbleweed rolls by


Once
we prospected forever
in this inky ol' ghost town
marking spots with X's before
a WANTED sign was found

and
One Moonshine
still
ain't big en'f 'f both of us
to get our quills thirst drowned

(hic-

cup)


"Look West,
and to the horizon,

see the stage at the edge of town?"

My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around
Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills
I'll slap my thigh
&
Yee-haw !
riding for them there hills

~Saddled up in the softest leather

Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out!

Corseted
& brimming,

encased in
perfume scented lace

~Bat my eyelids for the masses~

I'll find another place.

And
then you can  

cut a swell down Main Street,

(remember the brothels to your right)

keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight

cos just outside that swing (ing) door,

the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight,

stood grimacing in his top hat,
grasping 13 nails
tight.

&
I'm sure
you'll measure up
darling

blowing rubied kisses

as
I bid
mine own
true-love's heart
goodnight.

*HiHO Silver,
                                                  away..........­!
"Bartender...  line me up that **one last shot**, of golden oh-be-joyful...
it's as hot as a ***** house on nickel night in here!"
Tilly Oct 2012
Watching, from up above, one step behind me every day.

I understand now....finally, WHY, you had to leave.

"Never disappearing", touches heart ,HERE, is where you'll always stay.

<3
Actually, there is one word short, which is right, there is... one missing x
Tilly Oct 2012
Were
you left
pondering?
Inventing reasons?
Chalk marking every crime?
Double checking messages

...from
1 to 99
?

Did you miss the signals?
Have you missed the signs?
Tackling the scenarios

...from
1 to 99

&
then
BONK!
arrives the answer

(they had a wooden leg)

NO!

Like
a bullet
to your head.

The answer was there all along.

"You were happily mislead."

~ You know, you never really listened to all the words that went ... unsaid ~

You left your chest wide open, so they tore that heart to shreds

& that's how all those loving beats
finished so ******* up
sounding
sooo misread
.
from
.
.
1
        .......^
                             ...to.....
                                                     ^........^
                                                      ­                    ....^
                                       ­                                                         ..... ^... 99

                                                             ­                    let
                                                             ­            all
                                                             ­    those
                                                  words
   ­                      slowly
    repeat
in your
messed-up
weary
head
.
'til
soon
they'll
dim
               ­          & get dreary
in
each teary
day  
that's
sent
&
soon

.stop.

worrying
about
why
that caterpillar
went
.
.
.
"1 to 99"
.
.
.
.
.
then
the silence
will start to sooth you
as cocoons spin all around
  ~ you've become a beautiful changeling  ~
& yourself is surely found...
Spread out those brightly coloured wings
Such beauty is bound to sing
in loving all you're
sure to find
by
chasing
better things
...

"Good Luck
is all
I'm Wishing"

~ whispers the one, with pretty wings~

<3
Just to make a friend laugh today...
He loves stand up, although he's only short & the old ones (jokes) are the best!
So...
What noise does a caterpillar with a wooden leg make?
Oct 2012 · 757
Be Framed (poem art)
Tilly Oct 2012
*
                 I    I      
           watched & waited    
         under curious glass           with burning wings
              as iridescent hopes fell                held by such whispers    
                                           like dust powdering           from lips which touched                          
         the velvet; Soft
        once in the breeze.
        Flight, found again
         in the last sip. Sweet
        nectar forever pinned
       in an immortality
       extinguished.
      §
Duality & contradiction...
just to make my Monday hurt my head a little more, lol ;)
Oct 2012 · 803
Clear (tanka)
Tilly Oct 2012
Out of all the words
we said (& never believed)
"You are beautiful"
remain the only three words
for love inside of me.
(Tanka)
Oct 2012 · 677
Understood (10w)
Tilly Oct 2012
"Silent lulls tell of being known", pulses freely given heart.*
<3
Oct 2012 · 1.2k
Soaked (Tanka)
Tilly Oct 2012
Your gaze sparkles with
an intention, mirroring
such a strength of hold;
Embracing my surrender  
underneath the waterfall
Sep 2012 · 851
Stripped Bare (poem art)
Tilly Sep 2012
Finding my
filigree stolen. Naked,
I'm here to stay. Warmth still
unforgotten keeps me within your
sway. With dewy eyed silence golden,
Blushed shades will dwindle away.
Beneath me, loom
the fallen.
Seasons'
changing days.
;)
A tree...  just in case the meta-phwoar escaped you x
Sep 2012 · 610
Questing the Question (10w)
Tilly Sep 2012
Why, do You hide so!
So seek, do I;
Why?
Tilly Sep 2012
Teasing
        red
      upon the white.
              Tickle me
                       pink,
                     without a fight.
                                Twist me,
                                       black,
                                    within the night.  
                                                 Tasting­ me
                                                           sil­ver
                                                    amongst sparkling bright
                                                          ­          Thrusting me,
                                                             ­                       blue,
                                    ­                                              atop breathless heights.
                                                        ­                                               Trapping me
                                                              ­                                                       dark
     ­                                                                 ­                                         beneath the light
;)
sheets = pages
colours = ink
Sep 2012 · 763
Bejewelled
Tilly Sep 2012
During these twilight hours
come and walk with me
down by the bustling river
Let's lose ourselves
amongst the days shadows
Watching sparkling reflections
dance upon the surface
underneath entwined illuminations
Press your cold hands into this warm heart
as we pause
to kiss
amongst
the jewels on chains
Sep 2012 · 558
Here's a hand...(poem art)
Tilly Sep 2012
::                  ::                  ::
            ::                ::              ::        
       ::          ::              ::           ::            
           ::         ::            ::            ::               ::
      in returning the favour.       ::
       You want to... I can tell   ::    
     & receiving first is prefer-
    able. I've learnt this
lesson well
:)
Tilly Sep 2012
you
forever
tattooed me
with heartsink
long before our
lips dried.
;)
"She sang"
Everlong: Foo Fighters
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGQAfolOJUI
Tilly Sep 2012
.
                 Carving me
          new     heart . Mine,
           that   won't be  
                 morphing
         & bleeding              knowing
you. Fragility,       reworked     into  a               pyroxene  dragon
       of ancient. Gemstone             of hard, changes
                to beauty over                       time.
Watching the Singapore Grand Prix, to inspire the theme! ;)
Tilly Sep 2012
Beautiful mists', colour us,
falling; Silently,
wrapped beneath
dusk covers.
The ice queen's been sent packing... for now!
Sep 2012 · 591
Remember~I told you...(10w)
Tilly Sep 2012
once,         told
    it true,      no-one's
loved as much
as you
*.§.
...because I keep my promises...
THE WHO "QUADROPHENIA Love Reign O'er me"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygOaNo3M_Hw&playnext;=1&list;=PL58D7AAA008947BF3&feature;=results_main
Sep 2012 · 701
Keep Writing! (4:20)
Tilly Sep 2012
Walking through those Darkest days,
purge yourself of obsidian gaze.
Change's never a surprise.
Seek beauty again, with nowhere eyes.
Please :)
or tell us straight how to help
& I, for one, will try
:)
I love you
***
Sep 2012 · 1.9k
Inside Dormancy...(poem art)
Tilly Sep 2012
Tears.
Salt   water
mixed   with fire
from my core   ,this molten
center; Where   viscosity erupts into
the cavernous third   chamber, sufussive.
Hands. Feel across the   valleyed surface, touching
the unhealed; A perfectly   clean circle sitting upon solar plexus;
Cupid’s sharpest hit. Unseen.    The fissure runs deep into a chamber
nestling betwixt red pulsing atrium.    Only I sense the tremors here.No beats sing
out in this vast ethereal emptiness. Silent.        Vaulted edifices shining bright with colourful
minerals. Molten. Lovers leaving stains upon          the walls, as pure deposits cool. Crystallizing
in the aftermath of each eruption, my volcanic            heartrock shines like a diamond in the rough.
Inspired by BBC2 Volcano Live ~  þríhnúkagígur, Iceland ~ http://www.insidethevolcano.com/gallery/
Aug 2012 · 717
Time served...(10w)
Tilly Aug 2012
..............................Soft        
                  feathers  
            still tickle  
       me long  
     after       
   the   
   tars    
   gone
Tarring and feathering.
A barbaric, old punishment or,
used to mark the end of an apprenticeship in print shops (with book glue!)
or...
remembering the good rather than the bad ;)
Tilly Aug 2012
Bravely,
I lift my chin,
jugular exposed.
There'll be no fear,
this storm becomes me.
Facing ****** memories,
your essence beads upon dead skin
& cobwebs tangle inside a broken soul;
Seeping out from buried deep within, you return,
with neediness that hunts my flesh & steals nights away.
Our dramas of yesteryears playing out to a shadowed audience.
As howls resound under a blue moon; Let the bite be quick, my death
complete.
... River, a little darkness for you ***
There are 2 full moons this month, one is blue (just saying!)
Aug 2012 · 870
Disappearing warmth (10w)
Tilly Aug 2012
Summers unquenched thirst.
Alone, as Seasons fall,
green of evergreen.
*"It's almost time", the Ice Queen laughs, as Jack Frosts shoes set the sodden earth to match her heart.*
Tilly Aug 2012
Too much's already been said...
                                                  Save your last loving breath.
      Let no sound be uttered...
                                              yet, still,
                                                            your mouth moves.
       Just hold your tongue...
                                      Silence, unspeakable,
                                                                         until my last breath.
Aug 2012 · 869
Because...(poem art)
Tilly Aug 2012
In this dark there              
                   seems little light
                               between the lines
                                           upon these sheets
         heart seeking arrows in searching flights
                                         find piercing pain
                               or soaring heats
          Light & dark in
          ink & blood we cry              
      
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                     Searching, we do,             
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                     else we die.
Aug 2012 · 662
Perseids
Tilly Aug 2012
This August night,
lay down beside me.
Surrounded by darkness,
watch the wishes come true.
@virtualastro
meteorwatch.org
Aug 2012 · 3.7k
What's your Superpower?
Tilly Aug 2012
Holding a torch to single motherhood with one hand
~ I push the pram of invisibility with the other!

Perhaps I should get a curve hugging costume,
a (wipe-clean) comic strip silhouette of a kickass mother.


**"I'll be doing it all because I can!"
Just some fun ... x
Jul 2012 · 718
Asking for the Moon...
Tilly Jul 2012
She is life
  a raging heart of fire
Radiating warmth she shines
giving life wherever her touch falls
Birds fill the skies with song as she gazes upon them

He is death
cold dust in comparison
Reflecting her brilliance he mirrors
merely twisting and turning in fancy to impress
Wise wolves are heard to speak his falseness loudly


He steals
using her beauty in his own name
Poets pontificate about 'magic'
when lovers gaze upon him with misplaced wonder
Whilst mice dream that he's made of cheese, and
moths take flight to warmer deaths

He steals
knowing they will meet, and he'll hold his head in shame
For he'll be but a shadow in her light
As she warms his back again, then
all at once we shall see him truly
cowered by a diamond ring
Of course this isn't all true...
mice actually prefer chocolate
& I love the moon :)
Jun 2012 · 729
Footfall (4:20)
Tilly Jun 2012
I walked a year of days in your shoes

hands in need held

now you choose to travel onwards alone

*barefoot
A little </3 today
Listening to Lifehouse~Broken
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6cdPeYJh0s&feature;=related
Jun 2012 · 791
Tiptoes
Tilly Jun 2012
"Always my love", she was saying,

as the breeze whipped up her hair.

Hearing her name on it's whisper,

she flits & drifts  

to where?
Jun 2012 · 837
On a Breeze
Tilly Jun 2012
~ *I'll beckon you skyward,

   floating you upon the softest whispers from my lips.

Those full rubied murmurs you'd reach to steal
              
& cast all of your unworldly dreams in,

prussian blue kisses of sapidity.
Jun 2012 · 1.6k
Tangled (Sensual)
Tilly Jun 2012
Curious lovers venture within, to the very darkest strands of the spiders ties.
Willingly they are seduced there; wrapped, by the temptations of Bliss.
Gossamer perfections of silk enchant them to search deeply inside.
Beholden eyes lustily devouring Her bejewelled fragile abyss.
Revelling in such perfect beauty, they sigh.
Weaving amongst silken pleasures, tender touches spin their sense modality.
Held in perfect lofty abandonment, they sway entwined, with lips open in whispers calling.
Cocooned unison becomes entangled as the softest breeze sends them falling;
  Earthbound, ignoring the deadly poison of their reality.
Dedicated to all things woven
;)
A rework of my first poem on HP. Tangled.
Tilly Jun 2012
Teardrops.

Many doleful,

fluttering, sips; Living.

Combined
together in moonbeams.

Dewdrops

~Moth~
Aha ...
another poem cinquaining about the Moon
but this one doesn't star love
~ only life ~

There is one species of moth that survives only on cow (bovine) tears.
Tilly Jun 2012
There is always salt in our many recipes of love.
Think about it...
happy, sad, good & bad,
in every act and emotion,
... those little grains of NaCl can be messy when you spill them ;)
Tilly Jun 2012
Could
YOU
really handle
this
grr
Tiger that they've seen?

Perhaps
for you,
she'd be kitten-like
purr
(if you'd just believe!)

Yes ...
Kitten
might be naughty,
~(but her playing's always true)~

softly purring deeply,
as
(my)
claws
leave marks
on you.
;)
Tilly Jun 2012
BAMBOO grows SO TALL

Pandas   s   t   r   e   t   c   h   to eat it all

(not just shoots and leaves)
An ailuropoda melanoleuca  or  B & W melancholic haiku in B & W
*chuckle*
Jun 2012 · 905
Bedtime Jewels... (10w)
Tilly Jun 2012
Her cheeks blush ruby red,
lashes batting,"Come to bed!"

<3
Tilly Jun 2012
But no
merchant of the seas is he,
plundering wide & wandering free.
harboured portside sweetly he's *******
with fingers so deft, a bountiful plucking
pink diamond hearts locked in heaving chests;
emeralds and sapphires
~to all~ he attests!
wrecking the ships, he doesn't keep,
taking their precious
secrets deep.
@
><
Don't worry, I already walked the plank...

Parley!

:)
Tilly Jun 2012
I'm just exploring the possibilty of
giving something more of me.
A little bit of naughtiness,
so rich, but rarely seen.
A darker side.
My wild
devil
she.

SO
if,
upon her
RED lettered
voyeuristic discovery
therell be gasping punctuation
(it's written, mostly, on bended knees)
&  s   p   r   e   a   d   i   n  g  the words out
on naked sheets ~ it's all for the tempted ~ eyes to see

<3

Should you wish to
Would you wish (too)
Could you?

;)

Come With Me

***
Seriously now guys ... as if I would!

With a nod to Paul Gurrieri & his awesome poem, Come With Me
... a reaction to which, inspired me to pen this whimsy :)
Tilly Jun 2012
Orbiting freely,

black holes silently spin me,

within an unconquered void of darkness;

Supernova implosions, rebirth, ensuring starlit skies.
as light and dark collide *remember* we are all made of ...carbon

~ the shining stars amongst us truly use it better than others ~

<3
Jun 2012 · 535
Less(ons) in love (4:20)
Tilly Jun 2012
That heart you'd kept safe,
then returned cold and blue..
It still leaks when it beats,
leaving ***** stains of you.
Can you see the twist?
Tilly Jun 2012
I
was
whole
on my own
okay
at the start til
you came along &
wide-bust my heart
& made me believe love
means two parts of US pair.
"You'd always love me &
always be there."
BUT
 reality shone brightly
YOU
had
no
care.
SO
I'll
worship you
not. no longer. no more.
YOU
prey
when you're sorry & you're left all alone,
as lights in that tunnel guide you down home.
For the journey, I wish you good luck and good health  
for without you, i would've been stuck on my shelf
:)
revised as I hated the last line .. but it still makes me smile ...
*As I give thanks for lessons you've taught me ~ the new & the blue~ ne'erbefore seen from my shelf!*
Jun 2012 · 734
Who knows Why? (4:20)
Tilly Jun 2012
The balance shifted,

as the world became silent.

Yet somewhere in the cosmic stillness,

a single lotus flower bloomed.

<3
Jun 2012 · 901
Perched...(poem art)
Tilly Jun 2012
you're a lovely twit, i see you there,
sat          up          high
day       n       night
in the twit
twoo tree.
Watching
years fly pass.
Hungrily devouring those
  precious stolen morsels, you sigh,
longing for the tastiest dish
lost in the long grass.
You
are
tw   oo.
Spanning wide, spreading high, strength from the roots, honest sap in the bark, all that you are
a beautiful, wonderous, lifesource
yet
evil lurks
amongst the whispering green.
Pretty owls who are pecking all the pie, when
eye cleansing rain reveals them, as painted little crows on haunches;
Greedy selfish birds, only feathering their own nests, trying before they buy.
So wait, you will, for the phoenix of your dreams. Soon. She'll emerge so bright
as the smoke becomes her, perhaps with a flame for you, to burn the grasses of her hiding place.
Some nonense from a wise old owl ... for a dear and true twit twoo !

.... with a promised phonenix for Melissa :) x
Tilly Jun 2012
.
honest                                                 rawness stains the ****** white                                paper      
      heard                             ­                            in the silent                                                 pleas,
   ­         haunting                                            words as they                                           pursue,
                    hues                                        ­  vividly coloured                                     portray,
                        hunted                                 m­y dreams with                               possession,
                  ­           honouring                     language and life                       punctuating,
                         ­         haptic                    senses which enflame             passions.
                                        honed          ­       this soul, for me, i            pen
Another whimsical distraction from what I really should be doing instead :)
Tilly Jun 2012
Our secret meeting place,
words,
unnerve us
face to face
.
After reading the clues in the poems of others, it struck me that this must happen quite alot!
Tilly May 2012
With toes in yellow,
I dance across the carpet,
'til they close at dusk.
Haha... now you weren't expecting that today, were you?

I can see the buttercup meadow from my window and wanted to share the smile it gives me.
(just in case you need it)
May 2012 · 893
Poetic Learning Curves..
Tilly May 2012
Firstly, you might need to learn how to read, in signs
      looking at those grey black and white lines
     as thoughts become craftily inscribed  
or where white spaces define.
Challenge inside yourself.
  What do you know?
  Put pen to paper.
  Feel the flow
 Hooked?
Totally?
Write!
GO!
This is just a reminder for me ;)
Tilly May 2012
Alone,
on the shore,
near our family home,
familiar wide horizon fills
with shades
of deep
grey.
Drawn
to the depths
I stand here again,
exposed to the rawness,
as thunderous
waves
crash.
Collecting
cairns of pebbles
distracts me for a while,
yet those piles
of perfect
three inchers
won't bounce
across the beyond
no matter
how
hard I
throw them.
Once
you
taught me
how this works.
In awe,
I counted.
So I'm stood
bending low
soaking
wet
from salt
streaked face.
Surely,
I'm
grinding sand
in my teeth
whilst
skimming
these dark leagues;
yelling unanswerable questions,
with each exacting throw.
Unfathomable
pain
expelled.
Again.
The sea
will
soon turn
and
forget
my anger.
Here.
Today.
Where
once
we
collected
shells,
decorated
pebble forts,
with
driftwood
towers
and
seaweed
flags.
Defences
that
don't
protect
us.
How
I miss
you
still.
13/11/2001
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