"hewitt" poems
To search the winter lean and long,
for early signs of coming spring,
on snow sprayed fields now all aglow,
on every little whispered wing,
Tis hardest in this icy air,
alone with frozen thought,
to seek the thaw you asked of me,
when love was freely taught,
In buds of red I wish to hold,
and not my stubborn,
warming glow,
your spring awaits with daffodil,
beneath the wet and melted snow,
I await you dear with frozen breath
eternally I wait for thee
tis I that seek your stubborn glow
your warmth is what will set me free
I take your mind
to yesteryear
when spring came easy then
to take us back to times we know
to love your way
back home again
In simple terms a simple love
I beckon from my frozen hill
to bring you back here in the spring
and not
against your needed will
I wait for you
I wait for thee
my Sunny Springtime Daffodil
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
take me on a journey there
and tell me what you see
I see trees of falling bark around
and shores of golden sea
I will take you on a journey here
through the hills of my Vermont
where the crystal waters
run so clear
and my ancestors still haunt
I see mountains tall and proud shimmering in a blue
I see fields of rolling shade
and some sleeping kangaroo
I see moths- the rarest kinds
and these birds of many feather
I see mountains verdant green
and this gorgeous summer weather
I fly with noisy lorikeet
and swim in coral reef
and walk 'twixt ancient eucalypt
to view the sandy beach
I land with Peregrine Falcon
and I soar with red tail hawk
I drift in summer breezes here
and with the animals
I talk
I walk through shady leafy glens
and I tread the reddened Earth
while I listen as the lybirds sing
to state my futile worth
I dream of sweet tomorrow's near
in the clouds of purest white
I hike in ferny glens here too
and fly a homemade kite
I stand beneath the winter here
in the clearest skies above
and I trace the stars my future now
in hopes I find true love
I stand in brilliant honey rays
in days of solstice long
I sing to love ~ oh far away
that he too hear my song
and hear I do,
a song from you
that skipped across the stars
your day-
my night,
we must take flight
beyond the Sun,
the moon and stars
out to the Milky Way
I'll come along with you
our maiden flight
in love and light
to find a love that's true
David Hewitt & Ma Cherie
© July 2017
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
The time will come of purest heart breaking in two, But alas will come your impending doom, The chimes of screams will be heard. Upon a bed of lieing earth. Forever forsaken will you ever be with chains of this wretched destiny. Call upon the skies on high. Pray to see another rise. For where thy lack a brain or two, Gods and Devils still come with you.
Written By: Taylor Nichole Hewitt
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
September morning and the blush pink of a child's eyelid
layers
With soft Wedgewood blue
And a silvery white.
Feathery treetops shiver in the light breeze
And there is a delicious chill in the air.
Contrails break apart in slow motion
Resting on the daybreak's skyline.
A blackbird hops across the dewy grass
To take his morning slice of stale bread.
Rose petals crimped and heavy wait
Patiently to be dried in the pastel sun.
There is no sadness as the summer slips by;
Just memories of freshly mown grass
On parish fields, of light, of warmth,
Of sea and country walks
Sweetening, like apples
In a sand box.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Moving ever slowly, its reach getting ever so closely. Breath gasping in halves. Hands shaking as you run in paths. Moving but never going. Creeping but never fully showing. Fear as you knowing this game is ever fully growing. No escape of sceneries change . And alas the predators advantage is at bay. Twisted realm with no control . A subconscious can be a unruly hole.
Written By: Taylor Nichole Hewitt
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
(their waiting to get warm..)
They lost the ignorance.
They took a shuttle
and burnt the witches
down down in Seattle:
made your own mother
a watery bad of waffle.
*(How come are you
still drunk, Michael?)*
Lana del Ray is singin'
in our backyard - and I
never felt so hard: close.
*Up, up, up!
He's back!
She ain't never come-in' back!
She ain't never come-in' back!*
Where's your apartment?
Where's your apartment?
How's Annie? How's Annie?
And as we get undress
by the sparkling image
of a Jennifer-Love-Hewitt
randomly on our TV -
we too are turned on.
Turn the TV on.
Turn the TV on.
You smile, gal. You smile.
You smile and say Hi Daddy -
as I penetrate you with my gun.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
There you go, she said.
She always do.
Like she should.
Oh, oh, oh… Oh.
Cigarette puffs and
morning bluffs
all tied down to
some handcuffs
ugly girl's poem
petty little problem
on my handkerchief
on my lost soul of
slime, treachery and
fruit colored nails
and your own scuff -
who said you hurt?
Come. Come. Come again.
And as the elevator
lit itself up your thighs
you touch my lemon -
and you smile.
I finally transcended my sword
and I'm bound to an unlit world
as I spill my yogurt on your curves.
Now.. Why so insecurr??
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Hey, I thought I would write something for all my followers.
I would like to start off by thanking Word Freak.
Word Freak was my first ever follower, he is the one who told me about this site.
Thank you to cgembry, the first person to like my work.
Thank you, Teresa Alaska the first person to comment on my work.
Thank you, Anna-Maria Rose Newell, you have given me a lot of inspiration.
Thank you, Walter W. H., David Hewitt, and Enslaved King you also have given me inspiration.
Thank you, Joellei for always being here when I need someone to talk to!
Thank you, Flames for a martyr, Toxic moon and Vicki.
Thank you, Woody, Stephen, and Keith Wilson.
Thank you, Bleeding Diamonds you make me smile and laugh.
Thank you, Jennifer DeAngelo for writing a poem about me.
Thank you, Eebi Jonson the first person I collaborated with.
Thank you, Kristy Renae Dalton.
Thank you, John Stevens for raising your two beautiful grandchildren, I can tell they really love you.
Thank you, so much John Stevens for reading my work and giving me endless amounts of support.
Thank you to John Stevens wife also.
Thank you to all my followers each and every one of you are special to me.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
A Touch Of Love
I sat there oblivious feeling empty and wondering who am I?
What am I doing, where am I going?
I searched for answers to my questions, but my mind was blank.
Leaving me desperate, sad, and without direction.
As the tears flow my eyes, the love crushing down,
And I felt no longer despair nor earthbound.
A light breeze blew upon my head, as I gazed at the flower bed.
A bold colorful ray of sunlight pushed against my soul
And its’ warm flow, like a stream of water ran from my head straight to my toe.
I knew that the love came crushing down.
For I no longer felt earth bound.
Joy processed me as never before, my spirit felt like it had soared.
Love had taken me to another plain; high above all earthly pleasures
To a place beyond all human measures, lifting my spirit, comforting my soul,
Caressing my body as it consoles.
Every limb of my body, every fiber of my soul went limp; as
I embraced the love that came from within.
Oh the sweet love that came crushing down,
Yes, God’s perfect love that left me spell bound.
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C. L. Hewitt January 30, 2013
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Never the less you'll never see The secrets of life that keep for me. Never the less you always do scuffly scorning my days and views. May it be my vengeance is swift, sharper then knifes and better then wit. Lifes come in all shapes and sizes but nothings better its all one sided.
Be it your strong I think your not, be it your lies I know your plot. Come face me now you impeccable fool cause no one knows how to truly duel. I come from the shadows Iv seen your pain, and from me you have but nothing to gain. Nothing to loose as I step forward, your shaking now but times not over. I know of the wickedest of ways and clearly you'll never see more days. Your scared you say? I laugh as I know your ways. Mr strong Mr be it not? You never even noticed to see my plot! Be it humans are small minded I got help from other sided . You looked but you could never see the damage was done what you did to me. You all laughed in all your wickedest of ways and destroyed young innocence in less then a day. But in the end who could be the victor it was alas this Sinister sister. For from the shadows they came offering to play a game. And who was I to turn them away. For no one could hear the crys I wept but demons and there Sinister bet. Come with us and you'll be free, Free from all this sanity. Leave this world you know behind. We can take you far beyond the other side. Let humanity die and take there place and you will have your own realm just without the pearly gates. Be our queen be are mother be are lover take no other. Your soul will not be touched for you where the one that came from dust. Dust and ash where all was dead She rose upon to take there bet. For where humanity was all one sided she became loved from the other sided. Be it there dead I know there wrong be it there lies Ill show them all. Whispers of anger can still be wept but Sinister sister still took the bet.
Written By: Taylor Nichole Hewitt
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
A collaboration of
Lori Jones McCaffery & David Hewitt
Clouds of grey, forboding loom
Over hillsides cold and sere
I long for walks twixt summer bloom
Under skies turned blue and clear
Lightning cracks as thoughts return
I cannot leave them far behind
Scorched upon my mind you burn
With no escape that I can find
'Tis love I crave not solitude
But love is often hiding
I search beneath my smbre mood
To seek for one glad tiding
And grant the heart my life pursues
Should find in me a perfect mate
So cleanse me of my woeful blues
That I may earn a happy fate
Yet time musts ee me ride this storm
But I'm without my trusty steed
So here I bunker down till dawn
When I can better meet my need
Fissures of red stirs morning sky
Promising me a path to hope
Upon the clouds my wishes fly
For help to climb this rocky slope.
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Forever will last the beautiful sight beyond my eyes. A place mortals fear and time is weak. Where never will the time will come. For what does one do in a world of suppose it shapes? Questionable fates? Alas these tears fall from beauty but thus a heart has wept .For truly there was never such a place as so .But where one has once been can never be .Were my eyes ever truly opened? Or was that just eternity?
Written By: Taylor Nichole Hewitt
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
WHERE ARE YOU, DAVID HEWITT?
WE MISS YOUR SENSITIVE VIEW OF THE WORLD
AND YOUR ROLLICKING SENSE OF HUMOR.
WHERE DID YOU GO?
please come back
please
come
back
ljm
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC