Friday, 8 July 2011

Climb



i just want to 

climb all over you 

scaling, mounting, gripping


till i am standing still 

till i am falling 

over you








Author's Note:   Just a fun and light post as I am exhausted from all the writing this week.   (Frankly I am in awe of how some can write almost everyday *coughBrianMillercough*.)   
Hope everyone has a nice weekend ~  

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Thursday, 7 July 2011

Friday Romantic Challenge: Forgiven




He held the world in his hands  
As he crooned the last notes to the sea of nameless faces  
The bright lights swiveled on his slim form
His sweat glistened from his glorious mane
He was the newly crowned prince of the rock world 


Amidst the crowds and adoring fans, he felt powerful 
His mind rocking with the pulse of his raging music
He went into the back room of the stage 
What he saw made his stomach curl and bile rise up
His girlfriend, Diane and band mate entwined limb to limb 


Her face caught in passion’s fury, her luscious lips
Moaning as her lover licked her breasts, his hands
Cupping her legs, bringing her to mindless pleasure
He felt his heart blown into a thousand splinters
The very same lust and hunger that drew him to her
Now disgusted him, and made him remember Dorothea 


Grabbing his most treasured possession, his guitar
He left the concert grounds and drove
Around in circles until  he saw with clarity
His path ……the yellow lines on the road
led straight to a red brick house with a rusty mailbox 


Getting off his gleaming car, he paused to peer at Dorothea's house
Seeing its steadfast points, noting its tranquil lines
His last image of it was slamming the door in anger   
Her, the anchor in his rocky and turbulent musicscape 
What a fool he was to let her slip away!   

He rang the doorbell not knowing what to say
All he knew was that he wanted to grovel at her feet
And beg her to take him back. 
He took a deep breath as the door opened


Dorothea saw his earnest face bathed in the moonlight
It was the boy who gave her roses for her birthday
The awkward teen who tied her prom corsage on her wrists
The young man who composed love songs just for her 
strumming the guitar, and playing with her heartstrings
The rock star who wanted his freedom.


Kneeling down, he took his guitar, the soul of his music  
And placed it at her bare feet, his eyes shut tight
Bracing himself for her sharp words and blows
Instead he felt her gentle hands on his hair weaving like the wind
Her hands drew him close unto her breasts
Like a prodigal lover, he wept in her arms
Forgiven, he held the world in his hands.   

    


Author's Note:   This story is for Romantic Friday Challenge:  Forgiven.   The challenge is to write 300-400 words with the theme or word Forgiven.   Do check out the others participating this week.

The story is based loosely on a rock star's love life.   After catching the woman with his band mate, he went back to his high school sweetheart to “grovel at her feet”.   They got married soon after and until now, are still making beautiful music together.   


Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Lucky Day





an invite to their civil wedding came
no fancy envelope nor big entourage names
a date chosen by a Taoist priest 
July 4, a lucky day to be wed


she had fought bravely for this day  
her freedom came when her abusive ex-husband
finally gave her the divorce she always sought 
now blessed with a child, with a man who cherish her  
the lovers felt lucky to be finally wed 


when the moment came to say
their sacred vows, she felt shy as he
proudly recited the often said words 
her eyes pricked with tears of joy
today, she is lucky to stand as his wife  


dining later with their small band of guests 
the bride showed off her wedding silver band
the eternal ring, with diamonds running around it
she said it was a lucky ring for love


they invited guests to their beautiful new house
wide fields and trees dotted the horizon
like some castle on a hill fitting for their lofty dreams
they flew in a fung shui master to appraise it
they wanted to have a lucky house 


rooms, kitchen, storage area, mirrors, ceiling, doors
the fung shui master opened his red magnetic compass
looking for the perfect spot, all to bring good luck 
until he proudly declared that luck is everywhere
the house and business will surely flow and flourish


i am quiet amidst the declarations
the couple or anyone believing in luck is 
halfway winning the mental battle in the game of life   
after all, when i opened my fortune cookie earlier
i believe the words in the wisp of paper  

Love is the most valuable thing in life.     






Author's Note:   This post is for One Shot Wednesday for One Stop Poetry.   Please check out the others participating this week (party starts Tuesday 5:00 EST).    

I wrote this after attending my cousin's civil wedding yesterday.   I got some "lucky tips" from the fung shui master.  For those not familiar with Asian culture,   a fung shui master is hired to make the business and house more auspicious.   The term feng shui literally translates as "wind-water" in English. 

Happy lucky day ~

Saturday, 2 July 2011

Only hers





he gave her a bouquet of red roses
one dozen in full bloom 
pressing her nose close
she inhaled guilt


she scattered the red petals
amidst their bed as passion flew 
he shouted his love fealty  
she heard betrayal


madness came on thorns of the red roses 
... striking, hitting, carving         
until blood stained white 
inking color into blackest night

solitary rose in bloodied hands 
shifted from red to deathly coal 
succeeding in what she wanted  
his heart belongs only to her 




Author's note:   This post is for Poetry Jam hosted by Kat Mortesen.  The prompt is about flowers but something dark, nothing pretty or flowery.    Please check out what the others are jamming about this week.   

About black roses:    They don't exist in nature but the color is created due to cross breeding.   The flowers called black roses are actually shades of a very dark red color, purple or maroon.   To deepen a color of a rose place a dark rose in a vase of water mixed with black ink.        


July 21, 2011 Update:   This post has been offered for d'Verse - Meeting the Bar: Critique Friday.  Based on the comments, I have revised the original post.

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Friday, 1 July 2011

I am free





I am free
In my relationship
To be who I am


I am free
In my country
To do what I want to do



I am free
In my life
To be who I want to be



To those who don't have it
To those fighting and wanting freedom
I pray that someday it will be yours


To be Free 
As a woman, as a human being 
is a precious gift.


Happy Canada Day~ Happy Independence Day ~  Enjoy the long weekend!


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