Privatize Hell
Oh, like
a guardian angel:
Paradise, with dark with light.
Side, *Aside, line by line.
Not Royal, not lovely
just a Blue Queen.
Age ravishes
Queen for life left
in light beside dark.
Travels across cities
with many circles.
Pricks, dried grass and
deaths’ ashes filled skies.
Weeks passed with returns…
Victors, Weapons and Flags…
along thoroughfares
in streets and byways,
demanding green apologies!
As Justice is ne’r attainable
with dark blind who said
erasures buried with the ashes.
Academia Propagates Murder
Children are sent to
Academia to learn
Peaceful…
Spoken words,
Instead you teach &
Still//born brains
With requests for payments
Then…you
continue excuses for murder.
We the rational.
Receive: no guilt
for last generations
murders, beliefs, hate,
enslavements or barbarianisms.
A lost opportunity to heal
global fanaticism, you join in?
Just as if you were
still//born then
Trafficking humanity
in times of long ago.
Medieval views yet:
Stealing from earners
Of the globe
still//born then
murderous incitement of violence.
Today Amma, Pope Francis, and other leaders of the world’s religions made history. They came together in one voice to declare that modern slavery is a crime against humanity. They called on all people, irrespective of gender, faith and culture, to work together to eradicate human trafficking and all other forms of slavery from the face of the earth by 2020. #EndSlavery
Something to strive for worldwide! True cause.
Spirit Love Torn
by Seasideauthor Sharon Rose©2014
two auras are
now so complete
Spiritual sorts
hoping for a
soul mate, never
now? considered
to be incest in
the spiritual way
soul mates freq/
inside familes
oh in innocent
way…usually
so confused
three years to
analyze whys
why this why
not psychic/
ally wrong
then
only really
crazy
To reunite
as twin flames…
Flames bounce
off each other
at first &onward
Hold on
as both are in/
depend/ent to
fault
found God
You
and thought
I was wrong
Got confused
more crazy
A year of
tortures in
her mind.
And probably
his.
Years pass
411 Twin Flames
strong wills can
take awhile to calm
in the emotional
arenas soon
we will learn
to get direct.
Right now
Over
achievers
just please not to
tread one
another’s space
goal is to find the
place where we
sacredly prize
each other
this new found
love. How to
create our
world in sync
that will take
awhile, logic
will reign/ soon.
In winter planets
settle. Full moon
stop their meddle
drew your face
30 years ago
once in a lifetime
happening we’ve
been blessed. Re-
lax hot baths. Lots
of talks
weeks have pass/
ed strength does
increase. Fun &
rest will find us
balanced. Kind
ness will reign.
Not too hard
Just the balancing
flames. God is
with us. Energy
does come. Smile.
Twin Flames
consider top
rung
on spiritual
ladders.
Let’s go the extra
mile.
Clatter,
clamor
commotion,
all
have wants
with opinions
Going by the heart
best thing to do
bounced off each
other twice each
 
flame fifth
5
Torah
His wounds
5 elements
Center
In The
crazy middle
Find balanced
Sacred two.
The Backwards Secret
©seasideauthor Sharon Rose 2013
hurts, everlasting scrape
annuls, with voluntary comatose
old trick from old goat
under head injury
reality, words fumble
knowing pain leaves lack
tearful injury, cowards escape
same losses, pain
love, choosing
secrets forever told
exciting, adoring
music, emotions svelte
meeting, hearts rapid
voice, heart melts
profile truth
glance a picture
smooth handsome
silver mousse hair
A Purple November
month in many parts
world wide maybe
November is no
shave month for men’s
awareness of health
issues. Ribbon for
women’s abuse.
month for the arts
spent in glee
November is the know
Winter is an omen’s
for cold, stealth
ensues all of our poor
seek warm coats use
month shelters starts
mornings hours we
Nov embers in snow
soon freezes seek inns
not for those of wealth
but we know score
we stew in our own juice
sunsets normal departs
colorful shows to see
Novembers’ clouds flow
Streaks anew, begin
To paint across svelte
skies oranges, reds galore
fires of warmth seduce.
Offering
Turn out and got fed. Simplify.
Some ‘Bluebloods’, ‘Red Bands’
Add real cheese, real sauce. Viola!
Keep it light and OMG foot spa!
Few drinks got my contrabands.
Spicy “Castle”, oh yes, Blah!
Who can speak, watersports.
It is “All Right Now, Baby”
Finishes with sweet ports.
Just be you. Well done, when
magnificent evening. In throes,
nothing has to happen. Then
a kiss that curls your toes.
Oh, sorry it may have been
toes. WOW oh WOW what a sigh.
Fault…shizen
malfunctions, faults, cannot be………
seen clearly
known as the sweetest, kindest,
most loving, considerate being
yet,
has never been on time for anything
conception, perception,
time o’clock
has eluded over an very painful life
rises in the day
3 hours before
the rest
just to stir 1 hour of secret time to meet
a brain refusing to cooperate
a body lacks
circadian rhythm,
rhythm to the bass, but
has absolute consideration
and love for all
others and has sacrificed
many lives for others
Lives of riches, galore,
Arabians dreams, pools
like glass, countries of magic
looking absolutely normal
a 9:00am appointment a day starts at 3:30 am or 4:00am
no excuses offered just hardship a lifetime
of extreme difficulty with duress to rise duress to
live a life fooling the world that anyone can do it
career kids husband family all the while killing
herself with the secret
her secret enemy a clock
2 hour notices was always her rule,
bosses never
cared how late just so she would stay till they
had all the spots covered-jobs came and went but life
was a strain universal assumption that time is of
the senescence-less
not in the mind of one who has no known
age of mind
Love of you is intense and could be
eternal loyal and true
is always always always.
time is not there,
for years you have known here
in front of you yet blindly
no one can see Pollyanna
done in life looking normal
to me that is all one
can see
given away her personal
last meal
last dollar
last tear
last shirt
her skirt
whatever needed for
many s’ last hour
an unwritten time
she never could keep
used to want to lie about it
that fault it
made her want to just die
but she did not
not for lack of trying
the riches
she lost
because of perception
lost conception
tossed countless days
never has anyone called
disability inconsiderate,
whose patience is fried
met the cat woman in the dream
last night eyes calm
not even of fright
actually a loving look
bright an understanding
kind of a knowing thing
sensual like me not even
ghostly
thinking of you
thought you knew me
done here guess I am sick
no food today thinking
about your manly sashay
spoke to dad he thought
I should call and explain
told him right now you’d
be looking to blame.
I
hate being born
pretty much absent a’clock!
A/f/ Fair Cliché
Life is not fair,
no it is not. What
you make of it
is what life is.
Some of us had
several productive lives
whatever that means.
Depends whose standard
you would like to apply.
Humanity: nothing is fair.
Can we ever just
value a life as a life
without putting some
invisible or visible
set of standards
for all to bear. I think
we all bear enough just
living! Just saying; not
everyone can live up
to anyone else’s
expectations. If we super-
sede others standards
whatever that means.
Maybe I shoulda, coulda,
woulda, stepped outside
of a relationship or
marriage for whatever,
but I never. Was that fair
IDK. Tests aren’t fair.
Everything is wrong
with us, if we answer
with populous remarks; or
everything is right with us.
Now, just living! Sorry.
No longer listening.
Is rhyming fair is not
rhyming fair. Fair is a
Word like Right. Or wrong.
So I am square, so the
world is round. No fit;
there obvious? Not really.
Easiest way is this a fair?
I have not answered
the questions.
My fair is from a
time long ago. So,
it seems: fair to say,
I love you, too. Fair
for you not to say;
“I love you.” Non
expression, just is
not fair. Fair is a
verb. Coffee, &
sharing life is love.
Being loving is fair.
Verbiage makes all
things fair. Say what
you mean & mean
what you say. I am
always listening. An
oxymoron; in the end.
Fair is an oxymoron.
Soon We Will See?
Someday we will know.
Now, we do not know.
Or maybe we know.
Romance I know
Passion I def know
I know nothing else.
I will not be first
to know Never am.
Slow to learn but
do not want to burn,
with passion.
Who could bear. No one.
Blurbs here. Listening.
Bliss
Her ‘Third Eye’ flashes back, his words, a memory she never has those!
What memory, flashes? Reminding? He says:
“Come home with me? Please. I will rock your world!”
Confident offering, life happens.
Two years later an email. One quiet invitation: connect?
A timing never quite there in the past; surfacing, why?
Cautiously, nervously she replies, hitting the send button,
knowing if he does not reply the second time she will not be brave again,
maybe for years. In a friendship with possibilities. Who knew,
he could rock my world. Will she rock his? World. Mmm?
Ate @ Bliss, in Bliss.
*The phrase “mind’s eye” refers to the human ability for visualization, i.e., for the experiencing
of visual mental imagery; in other words, one’s ability to “see” things with the mind. (Wikipedia)
“I Will Rock Your World”: Bliss
Seeing, her Third Eye
Flashes back, to words,
a memory she never
has those, what memory,
flashes. Remembering?
He says: “It’s worth it!”
“Come home w/ me? Please.
I will rock your world!”
Woulda, coulda, shoulda.
Disappear in the Bliss.
Confident offering.
Accustomed to disillusion;
she runs, to a dead
place. Where love is missing.
Thinking of “him”. Shoulda.
Alone, in a home that was
supposed to be happy.
Together as life partners.
This coldness, racing out
the door to watch football,
his condom fell! It was
inbetween the doors of
the foyer. Literally:
the pain in her heart
unbearable from this
cruel treatment &
this betrayal. Wanting
to just pick up and
run into “his” open
arms. A keen ability:
she could have loved
with “him”, in his bliss.
Invitation, woulda, never
come up for air. Coulda
been truly Bliss, not
quite the life imagined
in her dreams. Life happens.
Sometimes destined. Two
years later an email.
One quiet invitation
connect? A timing never
quite there in the past;
surfacing, why? Cautiously,
fearful of the pain
of loss, nervously she
replies, hitting the email
send button, knows if
he does not reply the
second time she, she
will not be brave
again, maybe for years.
Adrift, alive, not really.
Two new people, renewed
friendship with possibilities.
Who knew, he could rock my
world. Will I rock his?
World. For this moment in time:
Ate @ Bliss, & we are in Bliss.
*Bliss Restaurant & Lounge 4606 Business 17 south, Murrells Inlet, SC
*Bliss is a state of enjoyment, happiness, ecstasy, pleasure, and more.
The phrase “mind’s eye” refers to the human ability for visualization, i.e., for the experiencing of visual mental imagery; in other words, one’s ability to “see” things with the mind. Sometimes referred to as Third Eye.
**The pineal gland, also known as the pineal body, conarium or epiphysis cerebri, is a small endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain. It produces melatonin, a serotonin derived hormone, that affects the modulation of sleep patterns in both seasonal and circadian rhythms. Its shape resembles a tiny pine cone (hence its name), and it is located in the epithalamus, near the centre of the brain, between the two hemispheres, tucked in a groove where the two halves of the thalamus join. The gland has been compared to the photoreceptive, so-called third parietal eye present in the epithalamus of some animal species, which is also called the pineal eye. René Descartes believed the pineal gland to be the “principal seat of the soul” and viewed it as the third eye.
***The phrase mind’s eye refers to the human ability for visualization.
*”Him” or “his” or “him” is one very dear person whose wish is for anonymity. :).
Yotified Lizbethism
©Sharon Rose
be yotified she’s trill now
totally a block from Noah
thought sexy bestie, plow
turned metrosexual, so ah?
marathoning,”Breaking Bad”
stress affective flea flocker
Miley Cyrus Syndrome, sad
next time run if hear, triller
Run, run, run, run, run, run
as a Lizbethist, found Kemper
Lizbethism, disorder, no sun
Maris, Maggie, w/o temper
a real Maddie, been named
Pollyanna’s real misnomers
she is on a run, unashamed
life fun, meets all newcomers
of course, it is always for chat
flattery abounds her age is hot
all no’s, they may not hang a hat
constantly she is amused, a snot
fun and laughs, all great masks
living quietly, learning sports
generosity, sharing good flasks
Lizbethist always gives exhorts
favorite of course, her name
giants, lions, tigers, and bears
red, purple, green, acclaim
respect towards her chairs
handshakes and hugs, no thugs
still fun for now learned soccer
cute little names,& even sugg’s
in the south that is short for sugar
Sure I know, heart’s still in tow
Life goes on, apropos, no faux.
Notes: Terms and names from Urban Dictionary.
Walk The Chalk Mark
just like the gun went off shooting
her heart was his; he hit the mark
his warm regards were oh, so soothing
the blast so intense she’s an easy mark
blood soaring her last; shot in the dark
soothes her soul he did; she remarked
her dream to come true; they embark
life excites cars then houses, yes “Clark”,
Kent has finally arrived, of course a lark!
Together a great team, finally him laughing
families alike each other, all very smart.
inspiring she picks up paint brush dabbling
totally loved she help him with crafting
generous he always was from the start
more than a year he starts a new drafting
the second shot was quick and off the mark.
reflections through the glass, a re-staffing
images up on the extra large screen, park
pain and blood from her soul starts gagging
unhappy one perfectly normal, he’s a snark
the tears from those bullets last, a yearling
time passes her quickly she is the dark
her flaw so disastrous? No past quibbling
soul intact, blood flowing, at her disembark
Snark is found in the Urban Dictionary
Submitted to Dverse Meeting The Bar
Passion Vine
copyright Sharon Rose
Sorry it took me three years; apropos.
To visit me as I sat in a hot tub: so
Passion-vine quite a nick name; same
You are the largest ever seen; came
Thought you were a king like monarch
you were not of course a king, the mark
tree palm; 2 feet parallel from arc to arc
I must say again the largest ever, remark
Still
Rodin titled KISS
Still remembering that wonder of a moment
“One Deciding Kiss” now a haunting stranger…
just the memory a bliss flows throughout minds
to toes, her mind flushes same warmth her heart
pumps-that “twinge”-dearheart rsvp has
forced-to pass, she wonders how men do
erase love she wants to learn how to stop
love like men do? For moments in joy. Till-
he hates her defect-that he used to love.
blurs-then she looks again at ‘Kiss”, once
more in joy. Bliss. selective memory makes
her Choices not hers. She is inept at hate.
Harvest For One
red ,yellow, green
beefsteak, corn ,okra,
fresh honey
Posted for dverse after a trip to the farmers market!
Door Steps ©SRose t. (Seasideauthor)
Continuance in fantasy?
One step, she lifts a foot;
Balance she seeks, gravity
learns, to live. Army afoot
with aid in sterile white;
to the coverings’ agony.
Rescue the betrayal blight
form sinks into atrophy.
Eruption sink coat daily
her frame in the mirror.
Thoughts pass, hazily
a memory disappears
of the once ‘stunning’ being.
Only half birthday ago
“She Was” only needing;
his love, her covering aglow.
Jovial interests only art,
poetry and careless dance.
Affection was his only part,
her fault a circumstance.
The door she could not find.
In despair entangled in apogee
his help arrogantly blind.
Lacking the loving capacity
Or patience guide into reality.
Abandons her to life lonely
despair. He; her center of gravity.
Knowing he was her one and only.
A step at a time, step one, tread,
dressed in white & scrubs, allies
rise, piloting gravity, new read.
Reach for her out of the skies.
Manages the lines, one at a time;
Guiding the pencil, led her step
by step. Long year quite a climb.
Turning a corner, her gullible rep
exasperates them still. Good deed
and gently try to erase her dearheart
from her core. Aim her to concede
he is material, only loves in part.
Someday she will find the exits.
Holding the keys, her heart wills
learn to eat to live. Into the edit
and back to reality. Loving quill
surfacing unable to keep it light.
Striving to start erasing a lout,
To stop whining in this plight?
Soon we’ll see a life all about!
All photos by Joel Robison Photography @joelrobison .com
BEFORE
©Sharon Rose
here she was, before, in youth
smiling always, on a path, mind
creative flowing with hope & fun
here she was, hope, in hope
here she was, before, in youth
hoping futures, on a path, love
playful gesturing with surprise
here she was, love, in love
here she was, before in youth
teasing love, on a path, passion
desirous loving with tan & tone
here she was, desire, in desire
here she was, before in youth
stunning lover, on a path, to I do
seeks touching with affection
here she was, wanton & free
here she was, before in youth
finding dearheart, on a path, so
patient, flowing with adventure
here she was, hope, &still waits…
Mesach Taylor 1947-2014
Photo by Fan Websites
Memorial poem at http://seeworldhere.wordpress.com/2014/06/30/meshach-taylor-1947-2014/#comment-21
Never Was A Secret
glance a picture
silver mousse hair
smooth handsome
profile truth
voice, heart melts
meeting, hearts rapid
music, emotions svelte
exciting, adoring
secrets forever told
love, choosing
same losses, pain
tearful injury, cowards escape
knowing pain leaves lack
reality, words fumble
under head injury
old trick from old goat
annuls, with voluntary comatose
hurts, everlasting scrape
Arts New Frontier
The Arts At A New Frontier
Moon Women
Girl Interrupted
Afraid of the Dark
Prayers That Avail Much
Picasso //Jacqueline
photo by Sharon Rose / Spine Poem for dverspoets. Kind of fun. Found Poem.
Fall Alone
Fall Moon 2013 ©Sharon Rose
This ‘Golden’, moon of falling
So beHolden, ageing &blurry
she is Bolden, most of calling
in the fall, flowers bury.
In waiting, prayer a calling
Spinning, waiting no hurry
she is Golden, sits stalling
in the fall, leaves scurry
ego ‘Holden’, nearly appalling
mind racing, winding flurry
she is Golden, not enthralling
in the fall, heart is in ‘fiery
This ‘Golden’, Moon of falling
lips kissing, a tasting’ curry
she is ‘Golden’, still NO lolling
in this fall, she is spurry
no ‘Mate to embolden, Moon is falling
dearheart missing, others too surly
she is ‘Golden’, at coast my da’lling
in this fall, too heartfelt too scarry
In pacing, this life too petrifying
dearheart missing, forever been early
she is ‘Golden’, toasting& scarring
fall, praying, your search, will miscarry
Abjure Road
©Sharon Rose
Markets with keyboard, with one eye!
D/D, BBF, SWM, and whims, every initial!
Opening Pandora’s’, discerning sigh.
WWW, denotes something so official!
Both eyes closed, through personals.
Finally visiting ‘Craig’, suite trepidation.
Astutely marked, full apparitional(s),
hell, of course, long way from Zion.
Dictionaries lacking, attacking w’s,
Offerings, even two double-u.
No limits, no boundaries, no curfews.
Put your soul here? Hell turns up btu.
Never seeing ‘Craig’ in the game.
Now, chaste shoppers beware!
New ‘Craig’ a ‘friend’ really lame.
New way to Hell, helleva, snare.
Aside Written for dversepoets prompt, I was kind of at a loss here. So I had to look up everything.
I was on craigslist and just clicked on personals, shocking research there. So I thought I
would write something, “on those sayings from the dark side’. Reference to Craig in
write. I have experienced some internet dating, but I have never seen anything like
craigslist. Probably will not even shop there in the future either. OMG. Just thought
you all should know that it apparently is an adult site.
You Are Supposed To
©Sharon Rose
In your yellow suit
Bright flashy red cape
Driving through soot
So fast thru landscape
Above the clouds too
Doing no harm, single
bound. Doing good.
Save The Day! Jingle?
Mighty Mouse, never gory
Saves The Day! eahh
Hero. Like Castle’s story.
My end, to be all yeah!
You were supposed to
Save my day, be my knight
in our castle. Magic man, so
quiet, strong, holding tight!
Do You Watch?
“Castle” that dashing gentleman!
Helping “Nikki Heat” solve all the
crime in The Great Big City.
Red-haired proper, his mother,
driving “Castle” crazy I suppose.
Oh, it is just pretend, I know!
Reminds me of Mother, soothing,
try to do the right thing, be loving.
A favorite of mine, oh yes!
Makes you think. The red-haired
woman’s’ lover passed to the other side.
Of course, my Mother’s lover is still.
“Castle” reminds me of the
chivalry of my love of my life. Wishing
I know; a woman has to dream. Of
course Castles’ daughter is nearly
perfect after a few growing pains.
Just like mine, both have had
their share of growing pains, and
living their lives. As it always goes.
Watching their partnership
working under intense times.
Of course, my life is not so
intense, catastrophic but not too
intense. Too bad real people
are never brave enough to stick.
There is a lot said for real love,
it makes you stick through and through.
That is a sign of the real capacity, that most
do not have at one time or another.
So I suppose that is the justice
and injustice in life; the yin and yang,
of reaping what we’ve sown?
Or shall we accept all of our
biasness and restart anew?
Words Floating Onward
Floating thoughts
airy words soar on
keyboard taps
flowing onward
to us all forever
these words eternally
are irretrievable!
photo:
You Can Fly, Mary! by Judith Clay
The Elephant In The ?
Strange about trunks, isn’t it?
Secrets that are there, isn’t it?
Scathing, as we turn to ash?
Rising above others trunks?
How dare everyone? We all do!
Elephant hats are all we all need.
Trunks are heavy to carry around.
Especially if your trying to lift others.
I throw my trunk overboard frequently.
Friends trunks too, family trunks too.
That is the only way to love any of humanity.
Throw trunks away an just love.
Strange about trunks, isn’t it?
Secrets that are there, isn’t it?
Never Was A Secret
glance a picture
silver mousse hair
smooth handsome
profile truth
voice, heart melts
meeting, hearts rapid
music, emotions svelte
exciting, adoring
secrets forever told
love, choosing
same losses, pain
tearful injury, cowards escape
knowing pain leaves lack
reality, words fumble
under head injury
old trick from old goat
annuls, with voluntary comatose
hurts, everlasting scrape
ref. old goat – devil
Imaginary Line…All In
Not Cool, I am sorry
forgive me, for the list.
Impossible worry,
privacy, the gist.
Onward, I say.
Have whatever.
New day.
Your clever!
Not my child,
Will, mind to
stop caring, wild.
to abhor you.
Intrusion
Collusion
Allusion
Illusion
Sorry sorry
the story
do not worry.
Secrets blurry.
Move on love
Here the shove
Simple mind
think in kind
now may
you say
my day is
now mine?
You halt
Day to day
Fair to say
Stay the play
Yes, could see
End the glee
See me or
See me
Stay in drama
Leave this mama
Sojourners pack
Played to stack.
Both ways
Both stays
No plays
Go away.
All Done in?
Scars and Ashes
As psyches sigh,
A brain drowns,
No real battles,
A few sounds,
Just the rattles,
Heart pounds.
Stomach pang.
Opposite high,
Retains crown.
Maybe a bang?
Deceptive cues,
Personae alter,
‘Pollyanna’ hues,
Stoic, comes falter.
Others sang.
‘Honeymoons Over,’
Mendacious priest,
Two faces hover,
Drowned at very least!
Voices clang!
Convenient for rover,
Off dearheart runs
As for her sober,
The brunt of their puns.
Struggling with pang.
Voices, with prayer says,
Disappointment, in tears,
New meaning ‘jabez’.
No anger, victim or sears.
In past hearts sprang.
Leaving this life ‘a muse’.
Just me so it may appear
No one to accuse.
his life back into arrear.
She is one big prang!
Heart game, a curiosity,
Naïvely, last to perceive.
A genetic paucity,
Mind and heart, reave.
Always connect to yang.
Paucity until death
His love, unconsciousness
Hers like ‘Macbeth’
A pawn for their chess!
no longer hearing, bell rang.
Silence, praying for an egress
So many, their victims and voices,
A childlike, retreat and regress.
Knowing, limits their choices
of Him, will boomerang!
Siring unaffected simplicity,
fleeing out from asunder.
detangling the complexity.
avoiding the thunder.
into motion thy sprang.
She told him too much,
he knew just what to say
put them under your feet
day after day, like a play
no grass growing under his feet
shaking the dust off her shoes
she is a very good muse
phoenix rising from sand
his mind became obtuse
generous and patient
he waited and waited
finally with strength
doing what she despised
travelling great length
removing his hand
he did not realize she has
left the encampments
taking his words to heart
far enough for scars to heal
turning ashes to cement.
no one’s muse and you
should watch your intent!
Not so naïvely waiting?
Rant! You Who Still? Are Not Too Deep!
You who still, cause my heart rate to rise.
You who still, cause my face to flush, or blush with laughter.
You who still, leave me breathless every moment in the presence of you.
You who still, just the thought of you is distracting, makes my mind smile.
You who still, enter my dreams day and night even my thoughts.
You who still, should know me, I guess I should not think of you.
You who still, part of my heart from the start.
You who still, know I feel we are a commitment.
You who still, see all the exact similarities we still share?
You who still, shared all our secrets and troubles together.
You who still, grew hardened and distant, as your eyes wandered.
You who still, know that growth would be better together?
You who still, I do not release you from our love.
You who still, know deeply both of our hearts.
You who still, continue a pattern of rejection.
You who still, on too many occasions toy with approval.
You who still, search for another pawn to enter your play time.
You who still, know our minds think the same thought simultaneously.
You who still, know that our furniture is an exact match.
You who still, now planning the next big romantic toy.
You who still, sees a future for us together.
You who still, could not say I love you daily.
You who still, would not say I need you.
You who still, could not say I want you.
You who still, never thought we deserve to hear it every day?
You who still, can kiss and I can feel it in my toes.
You who still, search without knowing what love really is?
You who still, too full of pride to ask me to stay.
You who still, crush my heart when you are sad.
You who still, do not share a gracious meal anymore.
You who still, see women as a temporary comfort.
You who still, think things can replace the special you.
You who still, fill the places in me that God leaves for you.
You who still, act as though no one is normal but you.
You who still, gave up, and think you are all that.
You who still, has taken my voice, like I did not matter.
You who still, are fully engaged with life, not with Who matters.
You who still, dream of someone to carry you around.
You who still, forgot how to be a couple with love.
You who still, think lusting stares are possible toys.
You who still, troll around in public, know they are married.
You who still, travel to and fro bother every aglow.
You who still, like the rest, think arrogantly they know.
You who still, oh she might be this, she might be that.
You who still, arrogantly, think I might look at you.
You who still, too bad you were all failing students.
You who still, your 20, 30, 40 year old “C” degree is expired.
You who still, that is why we are all semi-retired!
You who still, maybe she is simple, just loves Him and him.
You who still, calls in reports daily, follows and follows.
You who still, photos and photos, lots of miles and smiles.
You who still, need to get a life, stop causing strife.
You who still, have a carnal mind, wishing for a life.
You who still, think you know, what is for you not to know!
Crowns and Frowns
Your eyes full of tears?
Enjoy wearing your crowns!
Have you burning ears?
My pictures with no frowns!
Enjoy wearing your crowns!
Hurting heart with sears.
My face was full of frowns.
My heart is full of fears!
As I worry my throat clears.
My pictures with no frowns!
Even still full of fears?
Enjoy wearing your crowns!
Pictures will show no frowns!
World traveler of course seers.
A show just for the clowns…
Kissing, romance, see and hears.
My heart constantly wears.
Enjoy wearing your crowns
Burdened heart show no tears.
As you travel all those towns!
Pink and The Perfect Roses
©Sharon Rose
Supposing perfection is the lightest shade
shades of red and old neutral white
a qualifying real cascade
poetry like a flower, not quite.
Possibly perfection is a redder scale
shades of red and old neutral white
greens’ background in dale
poetry like a flower, not quite.
Maybe perfection is white and red charade
shades of red and old neutral white
stripes cascade in roses parade
poetry like a flower, not quite.
This perfect one rose from last brocade
shades of red and old neutral white
in a vase each day thee decayed
poetry like a flower, not quite.
The One Perfect Rose is not for sale
shades of red and old neutral white
His gift his gift blurring pale
poetry like a flower, not quite.
Go Back!
Inner light lifted
dearheart with a little d,
back to Shem Creek
tangerine puddles
abound, grasses glow
orange, yellow, purple
and green. Earth’s
work of Art. Sunsets
on all we know. The
door was open then.
His shell gone, love is
sown and grown.
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
Dearheart, dearheart
with a little d, he never
knew the duality of a
read. Of course, he never
actually read my writes.
Too bad, his unbelief, he
is so special to
me and my secret
term of endearment for
him, a little d close to His.
Humble, I thought.
Or so it seemed.
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
White crown, bright eyes,
pale tones of wear. I love
the wit, dry humor
from across the water.
Some brain, but not
so much. He knows a
great wine or two, of
course I fixed that with
my sweet moscato.
Kind words with him
most times. Breathless daily
just to be near he is so dear.
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
Alas, the beauty we have
seen, the sunsets, billowing
storm clouds from upon high.
Snows, cold cottony piles,
Flatlands, ruined views of
windmills worse than any
billboard you could imagine.
Distaining the earth view as
far as the eyes could see!
Oh, what a horror, worse
Than any you could see!
Windmills, worse than strip mines!
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
The eagle has landed for
my close up photos.
Molting and ready for
this season of fish. His
other large friend with
the largest wings
hiding his banded black
mask like Zorro so prey
would mistake him or her
for the eagle who only
eats fish here. A sneaky
friend indeed!
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
Birds with golden wings,
glistening light bounces
off the lake. Painting the
gray house, painting the
mountains, abstract
angel wings, herons in
the winter grasses in
“The Lowcountry.”
At cooking we have
talent as many older
folks do. Very, very
creative, colorful hosts.
Go back!
Could I please go back?
When your eyes were
Bright. I could see your light!
You left your hair white. Had
natural affection, thought
you had direction! dearheart,
he is the one. Stunning poet
thought He sent you. Thought
He sent you. Now sitting,
wondering if you could even
hear Him. Listening you do,
sitting in a pew, consternation
awaiting confirmation.
Go back!
Could we please go back?
OMG, He cares for you,
and even me too! Stumbling,
He watches over us. You say you
cannot hear Him. How can that
be? I see you follow Him, you
are just like me. You will not
hear a voice! Dying your hair,
thinking you are Fred Astaire.
Why would you dare, don’t you
see people stare? I love your crown,
just don’t care. I would have always
been there. Think your cunning?
Go back!
Could we please go back?
With just one line,
his voice leaves her breathless,
even still in her confused state,
his voice is weaker, and you
became so much meeker. Where
Is that stunning, bold poet, with a
little spice now? It is only sensible to
depart, after all she’s been through.
You played out the greatest play.
Victimizing her with ten ways to dump
your girlfriend and fifty ways to leave
your lover, finally dragging her she:
Go back!
Let’s just go back!
she may not surface; with you need a
‘break’ or ‘brake,’ it is out in the air.
Away she is just like you want. Right
or wrong, her covering is Him although
you wanted His place, she knows it will
burn His nose just like mace! Protect
you she does, covering you in prayer, too.
Which is her least reasonable service and
loving you? Gossip abounds, “is this a contract
on her”? “Moving her there”? “Might as
well be.” “What, he never asked her to stay”?
You know “the letter of the law kills”.
Go Back!
Let’s just go back!
“You know it is the right thing to do”? She
knows the law can kill as well as heal.
God works through man, sometimes He just
can, not a his bottle or his can, He always has
a plan. Maybe He works through doctors,
often you just need to take His deal. He
will not bargain, it is not like man thinks, there is
no margin. Despairingly she obeys his
arrangement. Knowing He has destiny, all
in His hands. We just shuffle our feet,
knowing we are like Keat. Not the poet,
just wishing we were again “the duet”.
Go Back! continued
Let’s just go back!
his Infatuation
unsure of his adulation
seeming pure adoration
warm mutual regards, even fixation
barely clearing flirtation
an air of solitude liberation
a love in the heat of formation
gifting wines and such indoctrination
thoughtless of this ramification
finding the absolute need for resuscitation
with extreme mental reservation
we are in reconfiguration
knowing extreme temporal relation
praying for verbal reunification
Love Go Back
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
Inner light lifted
dearheart with a little d,
back to Shem Creek
tangerine puddles
abound, grasses glow
orange, yellow, purple
and green. Earth’s
work of Art. Sunsets
on all we know. The
door was open then.
His shell gone, love is
sown and grown.
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
Dearheart, dearheart
with a little d, he never
knew the duality of a
read. Of couse, he never
actually read my writes.
Too bad, his unbelief, he
is so special to
me and my secret
term of endearment for
him, a little d close to His.
Humble, I thought.
Or so it seemed.
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
White crown, bright eyes,
pale tones of wear. I love
the wit, dry humor
from across the water.
Some brain, but not
so much. He knows a
great wine or two, of
course I fixed that with
my sweet moscato.
Kind words with him
most times. Breathless daily
just to be near he is so dear.
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
Alas, the beauty we have
seen, the sunsets, billowing
storm clouds from upon high.
Snows, cold cottony piles,
Flatlands, ruined views of
windmills worse than any
billboard you could imagine.
Distaining the earth view as
far as the eyes could see!
Oh, what a horror, worse
Than any you could see!
Windmills, worse than strip mines!
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
The eagle has landed for
my close up photos.
Molting and ready for
this season of fish. His
other large friend with
the largest wings
hiding his banded black
mask like Zorro so prey
would mistake him or her
for the eagle who only
eats fish here. A sneaky
friend indeed!
Go Back!
Could I please go back?
Birds with golden wings,
glistening light bounces
off the lake. Painting the
gray house, painting the
mountains, abstract
angel wings, herons in
the winter grasses in
“The Lowcountry.”
At cooking we have
talent as many older
folks do. Very, very
creative, colorful hosts.
Slip Away
Feeling life slip away
Unsure of his adulation, then breaking hearts
Feeling life slip away
Barely clearing flirtation, along came the sway
Seems pure adoration, hopes leverage imparts
A love in the heat of formation, gem carts
Feeling life slip away
Then along came the sway
Gifting wines and such indoctrination, then starts
Feeling life slip away
Knowing extreme temporal relation, decay
Forgot about ramification, a heart departs
Continued daily lush libations, impinges sweetheart
Feeling life slip away
Feeling love slip away
Then even fixation, warm mutual marts
Feeling love slip away
An extreme mental reservation, freedom today
We joined in reconfiguration, melted arts
Confiding affections confused rejection, prayer dearheart
Feeling life slip away
Then along came the sway
An air of solitude liberation, weak parts
Total loss in one day
Various miscommunication, backward aye
Lie of perpetuation, love never departs
Pleas, heal and prove resuscitation, for these hearts
Feeling love slip away
Feel my love slip away
Lie consternation, honeymoon until departs
Love really is ballet
Celibate reputation, honeymoon end day?
One blink perpetuation, think each other is smart
A love magnification, keeping love, an art
Love really is ballet.
After All
all love
all years
flee dove
through tears
into jove
life seers
with hove
course ears
no shove
many fears
no glove
overhears
pure glove
real cheers
Him above
appears
belove
adheres
write of
spheres
devoid of
no cares
fall short of
no affairs
kind of
oh, veers
in brotherly love
like spears
ruin of
interferes
courtly love
the end of
real love
death nears
speak of
steers
brotherly love
she sneers
in awe of
his love peers
impatient of
who she reveres
deprived of his love
knowing among heirs
all His love
all He cares
all The Dove
all compares!
Onward! Backward!
spreading poison
making noises
onward, no care
backward again
subtly cloisonné
presenting choices
onward, stare
backward insane
venomous potion
crushing voices
onward, more blare
backward inane
choices frozen
breaking noses
onward, split hair
backward feign
another explosion
gathering roses
onward, chair
backward mane
flare of emotion
needing noesis
onward, flare
backward ‘Cain’
As I Walk With Young Americans
Auburn hair,
unknown roots
a quiet nature.
We shared,
daily, sitting
on the wood
steps at the
stage left. One
whole year, our
daily routine.
Summer came with
another move
disappearing
without a trace.
Binibini, dear
Norma, I am S.
One of us had
parents transferred.
Sharing, eating
sandwiches out of
paper bags never
happened again.
Wondering how she
did, who she became.
I am sure well. A royal
demeanor,
is how she always
strolled from
class to class
a real Dalagita.
In the dapit hapon
of our lives,
thinking of you.
A dear school chum.
No tables and chairs
for our
school, we did
not care. Bring
food or starve. Near
the karagatan
we all lived.
Serving our country
indirectly of course.
A lifetime of
travel. Never
knowing if she
ever was with
bata, Or how
many times
she became a lola.
As I Walk Among Them
Out there we knew but,
we did not know reality.
Not really, being a winner.
A wise person wins. Just to
meet Dearheart, change is
apparent. No longer is the
competitive edge relative to
well being. Forever changed.
Forever charged, a knowing gut,
life graced with finality.
knowing we are all a sinner.
no earthly prize. All blue
daily spirit, of His
majesty. “Kumbaya”,
Whirls and winds blew
sacrifices. Arise deranged.
Onward the journey cut,
mercy given for your inner,
lifetimes of lies. Loosening glue
Stating that tis
royalty in His ala
of His angels and no clue
mentioned. Feeling estranged.
Crushing witness, people in rut,
hoping and praying The Tinner,
shows them. Will peace ensue
lift that bundle of his
knit his psyche back from gala
with warm regards. Talent exchanged.
Seer the best, another sees door shut,
wondering, he act likes a beginner,
I know he’s pro. outlooks askew
quietly on guard, an endless quiz.
For his mind using ‘challah’,
loving Dearheart, ratiocinate unchained.
Seers always know, these are times of glut,
thorough, confidence in a glimmer.
complements, His love always renew
truth matters, loving this wiz.
Our winter is not Alaska,
loving dearheart, another life gained!
The Colors of Spirits of Dance 2
The whirling winds
blue and spinning
blowing and whirling
twisting and turning
The burning fire
red circles of passion
as flames in rising.
New direction grows
during summer and
comes from south.
In the eastern air
with yellow highlights the path
we face each day, following
new beginnings, energy
empowers us to be
great warriors. Future
dances on Mother Earth
sometimes green.
Feet in the air with Father Sky
westward twilight approaching
hues of blue with black signaling
changes to winter we
come settling in family, love
for the next seasons’
shadows of winter
White like older hair,
snow, all pure and wise.
Saving energy for the
next season.
Those are the colors
of dancing in full robes,
with blues, red, black,
white, and yellows.
Whirls, twirls, feet into
air, flying like hummingbirds.
Flying like eagles. Soaring
round and round. One
season through to the nest. Circle
after circle. Life after life, where
we are. On and on we spin!
Spirit of the Dance Colors
The whirling winds
blue and spinning,
blowing, whirling,
twisting and turning,
dancing!
The burning fire of
passion. Red circles of
flames rising,
new direction growing
throughout summer,
coming from south.
In the eastern air
with yellow highlights the path
we face each day, following
new beginnings, new energy
empowering us to be
great warriors with a future.
Dancing on Mother Earth
sometimes green.
Feet in the air with Father Sky
westward twilight approaching
hues of blue with black signaling
changes to winter we
come settling in family, love
for the next seasons’
shadows of winter
White like older hair,
snow, all pure and wise.
Saving energy for the
next season.
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