Posts Tagged ‘a poetry’

Awaiting Night Anticipation of Dawn

Constant fancy to touch, kiss, be close.
Are we in a dream, surviving on hope?
Will time ever pass, finally sunset.
Alone in my thoughts until you awaken.
Moving through skip all commercials.
Why does one require sleep at all?

You ever felt bliss, totally drained of energy.
Could the past lives been nightmares.
Love soothes as we move close, bodies touch.
Circumstances raise a glorious reunion.
Remembering how to be generous lovers.
Constant fancy to touch, kiss, be close.

The moment we separate, there is love.
Love of your kisses, friends for years.
Gentleness of your fingers along lines,
Areas of passion sensitized by your breath.
Divine interventions evolving our growth.
Are we in a dream, surviving on hope?

Quietly at first learning, watching, listening.
Bilateral awe, new times for new people.
In front of the fireplace, twin flames aglow.
Great shows, new seasons, begins, no reruns.
Feelings secure, awaiting night, joys ensue.
Will time ever pass, finally sunset.

Sharing pleasures clearly expressing love
Screams of pleasure at their caressing.
Anticipation at dawn increases in time.
Awakes too early in hungry eagerness.
They are just full of hopes no promises.
Alone in my thoughts until you awaken.

Twin flames till burning forever are hopes.
Days seem long a focus awaiting night.
Alone in my thoughts until we rest, smiling.
Hungry eagerness for hirsute manly sashay.
Entering the house announcing I’m home!
Moving through skipping all the commercials!

Sleeping lunches away to be able to wait.
Another awaiting sunset. Wanton moods.
Anticipation of dawn. Twin minds flaming
against twin desires, over-thinking as usual.
Both in a dusk to dawn bliss, absolutely blissful.
Why does one require any sleep at all?


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

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

The Real Apple Steve Jobs (1955-2011)

Steve Jobs (1955-2011)
He was retrieved!
Apple created in
garage, two best friends
after another, rainbows
of colors! Each of us
can be…
Creator of Dreams
Pixar movie
For Disney
More to come…
World changer
Music savior
Loss of an Icon
‘Rebel Genius Icon’
Massive legacy
Loss to the world
Technology for all.
His only peer Bill gates.
Two buttons that is all.
We should be sorry!
Sorry to his family.
Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry
Not even a liver could
we keep him our innovator.
We could not kill his cancer!
Our blogger,
our friend to the masses!

It Was My Secret

listen to a voice
deep, no one can hear
just me, in thought
in elegy, laughing, crying
to feel
anything somehow
being content
appreciate words
love, hate, smite or hurt
to feel someway
a path
a light, darkness
tones have colors
deep, only in me
a rant a scream
record a voice
leave behind a piece
my voice what happens
justice starts
to be me.

Until I Shared.

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