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Post by anirbas on Sept 11, 2007 16:02:59 GMT -6
So, call me over do, girlfriend... and remind me again of the times when we laughed and laughed the whole night through' with nothing better to do than plan a life neither of us ever really imagined would ever come true.... But, the times we had together are so priceless to me, sometimes I feel they are all I have left to keep me from sinking down into some deep dark place I don't want to be... So, I keep you close... in my memories.... Sam I bet this one was inspired by your galpal from back in the day, you still miss...((((SAmmy)))) |
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Post by anirbas on Sept 11, 2007 16:09:18 GMT -6
I keep you close... in my memories.... Safe, and secure right next to me... Unharmed, untouched, by a world gone cold. Never changing, never hurting, never growing old. Smiling, glistening in the morning like a piece of polished gold. Sam because the page flipped, I brought your last poem over to the next page, Sammyantha... polished gold in the form of a ring or a necklace means nothing to me...the glisten of diamonds don't turn me on...it's the sound of the laughter of my loved ones-- my family, my friends, my darling man-- that make me feel I am wrapped in precious metals that my life is studded with priceless gemstones... |
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Post by magpie on Sept 13, 2007 18:51:00 GMT -6
Gemstones for the main Chakras
Red Jasper
Carnelian
Citrine
Rose Quartz
Turquoise
Lapiz Lazuli
Amethyst
For extra grounding:
Black: feet: Onyx
Gray: calves: Snowflake Obsidian
Brown: thighs: Tiger’s Eye
Chakra Balancing Chant
Black rock on the riverbed
Grey fish swimming over
Brown the clay along the bank
Red Strawberry clover
Orange tiger lily tum
A yellow Daffodil
Green and pink blossoming rose
Sky is turquoise still
Deepest blue the eyes of God
In purple majesty
White the very throne of grace
All in harmony.
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Post by roadrunner3 on Sept 27, 2007 19:40:05 GMT -6
All in harmony Except that part of me Stuck in the history That ripped out the heart of me. But learning time travel I yearn to unravel The gems from the gravel Then lower the gavel And thereby pronounce For all time I have bounced And incubus trounced... And life is good.  |
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Post by phantasm on Sept 29, 2007 10:09:50 GMT -6
Life is good, so they say,
when their opinion holds sway
and there's lots of cash in the bank.
Life is good for certain rich Yanks.
Life is good, I guess.
It could be plenty worse.
Lots would kill to have my problems.
It'll be a while 'til I'm in the back of a Herse.
Is life good? Life is decent.
I do the best I can with what I've got.
But I often wish I had a robot
for a slave who'd go to work for me
and do my job on my behalf.
Then I wouldn't have to worry,
I wouldn't have to curry favors from others.
Life would be good with a robot slave.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 29, 2007 19:39:13 GMT -6
Life would be good with a robot slave?
I'd rather have three clones of myself...
Then, one could go to work...
One could do the dishes...
One could drive my daughter to school...
And me, I could write poetry til my fingers fell off...
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Post by Sam on Oct 1, 2007 7:27:57 GMT -6
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Post by roadrunner3 on Oct 2, 2007 6:33:54 GMT -6
til my fingers fell off...  (I am just kidding) but worked to the bone with no time for fitting some play in my day or even my nights with new bills to pay to keep on the lights. but sometimes in darkness with consciousness fading and memories floating, I'm leisurely wading from one to the next and 'tis such delight to discover, in wonder, the memories, still bright. |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 2, 2007 7:19:00 GMT -6
memories, still bright
untarnished by the passage
of time light up the night
of my dreams where you
never had to leave
and I never had to stay
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Post by phantasm on Oct 4, 2007 14:04:01 GMT -6
I never had to stay at the Bates Hotel.
I shouldn't have checked in to sleep and hang out for a spell.
Now an axe murderer is running around,
he's caught my scent like a bloodhound
And now I'm all panicked and scared
at the thought of my demise.
Help me! Helllllllllllllllllllp me!!!
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Post by Sam on Oct 4, 2007 15:13:38 GMT -6
Help me! Helllllllllllllllllllp me!!! Ole Norman's around! I hear him creeping outside my rusty windowpane... Man! He should be old and wrinkled by now..... Maybe I could take him if I just gave it a try... Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 4, 2007 18:45:19 GMT -6
*ggglgggl...u 2 r soooooooooooooooooo funny...roflm*o, I am*
if I just give it a try...
perhaps, I can find a resolution
we can all live with...
most importantly her...
for it doesn't matter to me,
what I need and I could
care even less
about what you need...
but, for right now...
oh, holy cow!!!!!!!!!!
here comes Norman Bates
down the hall let out
and loosed by Dave and Sharon's
combined imaginations...
and I'm not carin' about
anything but saving myself
and getting the hell
out of this box!!!!!!!!!
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Post by phantasm on Oct 6, 2007 12:08:49 GMT -6
Out of this box I want to be,
I need to be free of these walls
holding in my thinking.
Need to think outside the box
and in so doing outfox anyone I might come across.
Need to think outside the box.
Then my brain can spread out and relax
and take whatever form it wants. I could look
around and ask, "What box?"
Free thinking really rocks!
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Post by anirbas on Oct 6, 2007 21:09:44 GMT -6
Free thinking really rocks...
It's better than a pair of glocks
in the hands of two ignorant blocks...
Holding up convenience stores for thrills and shocks...
Free thinking really rocks...
It's tastier than a plate of greens and ham hocks...
It's more fun than fishing off the docks
throwing bread crust to the duck flocks...
Free thinking really rocks...
Less mentally strenuous than picking locks...
More interesting than dating jocks...
And my intellect it never mocks...
As, free thinking, really rocks!!!!!!
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Post by roadrunner3 on Oct 10, 2007 7:07:53 GMT -6
free thinking, really rocks!!!!!!
never shrinking, really knocks
the socks off those who merely flock
behind another's mental blocks.
But unlike little Goldilocks
they lay in their own bed at noc
and rising in the morn they find
the dawn shines brightly in their mind.
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Post by Sam on Oct 11, 2007 11:44:24 GMT -6
The dawn shines brightly in their mind. Such innocence... So hard to find. Waking every morn with a smiling face... Chipper, and eager to face a new day. Happy and smiling just to see your face... I remember my babies feeling that way, chuckling, laughing, giggling with glee... just at the thought of being with me. Sam (Memaw again in 4 weeks-and counting) |
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Post by dawness on Oct 16, 2007 9:36:09 GMT -6
being with me, myself
amidst the traffic of booming solitude
a solitaire for walled nights
when only the faint breze carresses my
sacred, scared thoughts
if this be freedom from want
of approval signed on acceptance sheets,
i'd rather celebrate the love that i am.
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Post by anirbas on Oct 19, 2007 21:28:14 GMT -6
Congratulations, Memaw!!!!!!!!
Dawn...Oh, Dawn...I sooooooooooo felt your last poem...I just did...
~*~
the love that I am...
doesn't sell me tarnished goods
or an emotional sham...
doesn't bowl me over with a load of shoulds...
or drown me in a sea of lies and subterfuge...
much less suffocate me in a deluge
of orders for the day...
oh, bother...ggglgggl...I give up...to long I've not written...
I seem to have developed blight and blithering fungus of the head...
and so instead, my dear ladyfriends...off to bed I go...
nightie night, sweet dreams and doncha let the bedbugs bite...
unless, of course, you want them to...heheheheheehehehehehezzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Post by Sam on Oct 22, 2007 9:02:08 GMT -6
Drown me in a sea of lies and subterfuge... much less suffocate me in a deluge of orders for the day, and I will simply disappear... leaving you to talk to the wind. Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 22, 2007 22:19:57 GMT -6
ggglgggl...good one, Sammy...
~*~
talk to the wind
embrace it like a friend
throwing wide your arms
to feel and enfold it's invisible charms
taste the wind like we did as children
remember? open wide your mouth and let it blow
through you...wasn't that such fun?
talk to the wind
better yet, listen to it
and hear a symphony
of octaves and notes
speaking of the wind...
here it is blowing...
and so to bed I head
to listen as it lull-lull-lullabies
me into resting and sleeping...
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Post by roadrunner3 on Oct 23, 2007 17:13:53 GMT -6
it lull-lull-lullabies me into resting and sleeping, I don't hear the creeping of ghouls as they're sneaking or Toms as they're peeking or chairs as they're creaking while occupied with the invisible guests and my only request is that they've all cleared out when I'm done with my rest.  |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 23, 2007 21:47:49 GMT -6
*ggglgggl...that's adorable, Runner!*
~*~
My rest, my weekends
start on Monday evenings...
Tuesday and Wednesday
are my days off from the grind...
Every other day of the week
I'm working my butt off
to tweak my share
of dollars to fund
dreams I forgot I had...
Dreams of freedom
and peace of mind...
These days, I find...
Are no longer dreams--
but, instead, are my reality...
Sometimes, I have to pinch myself
to be sure I'm not still sitting on a dusty
shelf buried in the detritus of a love/hate relationship...
At times, I wonder, how long can I make it all
keep happening? But, then I look
into her shining eyes, my daughter's
also filled with the peace of mind
that freedom brings...And my
guardian angel rings me up...
And I stop worrying
about how I long I can make it
all keep happening...Knowing,
God and the universe,
wouldn't have brought
me this far into my exodus,
for outright nothing...
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Post by Sam on Oct 24, 2007 13:20:12 GMT -6
(Hey Woman!!) (You are sounding a little stronger every week. ha It is frightening, but it is also enlightening. I am proud of you!  Sam |
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Post by Sam on Oct 24, 2007 13:22:30 GMT -6
Knowing, God and the universe,
wouldn't have brought
me this far into my exodus,
for outright nothing...
helps keep my feet
on solid ground
when the rest
of this tired old body
wants to do nothing
but fall to the ground!
I just laugh at myself...
sometimes, now..
First time in a long time
I laughed out loud
the other day....
It was an unfamiliar sound
to my ears
and my hand jumped
to my mouth
to touch it,
this unknown laughter....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Oct 28, 2007 5:14:25 GMT -6
(Hey Woman!!) (You are sounding a little stronger every week. ha It is frightening, but it is also enlightening. I am proud of you! Sam Thanks, Sammy...Sounding is the key word...I don't feel so strong on most days of the week...Pretty sick right now and had to leave work early yesterday...Feeling a bit better today and am up right now, trying to get it together to see if I can get through, today...It's what I call my "money day"...I make a dollar more an hour for working Sundays...Anyways, I've got a good physical support system in my sisters and a spiritual support system through my long distance friends...Thanks for being one of my spiritual cheerleaders, lady! Love, Sabrina |
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Post by Sam on Oct 29, 2007 7:17:47 GMT -6
You have to nourish and pamper yourself, just like you do Ivy.
Remember: hot showers, chicken soup!!, vicks, over the counter Day Quill!!!! Night Quill!! You can make yourself well, doc Sabrina!! Wishing you good health today and every day!!!
Rest!!! Well deserved rest!!! Best healer of all.
Love,
Sam
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Post by Sam on Oct 29, 2007 15:20:04 GMT -6
This unknown laughter
finds me speechless
with my hand over my mouth.
such an alien sound
coming from me....
I actually looked around quickly
to see if anyone had heard it,
like I was doing something wrong....
Or maybe had only imagined
I heard the unfamiliar sound.....(?)
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Oct 29, 2007 21:06:12 GMT -6
*ggglggglgoodoneSammy!!!!!!!!*
I heard the unfamiliar sound
of love calling my name...
I found the courage
to answer that aurical, disembodied
emanation and have as yet,
to regret that action...
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Post by anirbas on Oct 30, 2007 7:29:01 GMT -6
You have to nourish and pamper yourself, just like you do Ivy. Remember: hot showers, chicken soup!!, vicks, over the counter Day Quill!!!! Night Quill!! You can make yourself well, doc Sabrina!! Wishing you good health today and every day!!! Rest!!! Well deserved rest!!! Best healer of all. Love, Sam Missed this, Sammy...Wasn't ignoring it...Doing the best I can to take care of me...Think the gov cursed me...LOL...I have been taking several steamy hot baths a day, eating soup and taking aleve and benadryl like candy and tussin and tussin DM for the cough...Thanks for the good health wish...Still stuffy and congested but I think I'll live...Or that's what I'm telling myself...LOL...I've only gotten sick twice in the past six months, counting this time and that's a good thing...Gotta lay these godforsaken ciggies down again and this time, for good... Hope you're having a T-riffic Tuesday...I am...I'm off work!!!!!! Love, Sabrina |
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Post by Sam on Oct 30, 2007 13:13:51 GMT -6
There you go!!!! Blaming a poor old cigarette for your allergies!!!!! Oh! Why not? They cause everything else, too!! ____________________ That action was over before I even arrived, yet, I was startled to hear the replies. "Yes, he said it! Yes he did. Yes he kissed her. Held her near." My heart dropped ... What could I say? I just turned and walked away. Leaving them all with a surprised look on their face.... I arrived a little too late..... Or, maybe, right on time. Sam |
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