Let's Breathe #2
We get up every morning with a bounce in our steps…
or minus sense in heads to give into aches and pains.
Still understanding that every life must end and
some day we must go, so lets stay together
and breathe…
With laughter, we welcome wrinkles in face and necks
and remembering warm hands and red sweet heart;
watery kisses reviving withering flowers,
I'm thirsty for you, so, stay present in me
That we can breathe…
I count on your legs, arms, head and bread,
love and dove as cover for my sole.
I need you to stay with me; you need me to stay with you
So, Let's breathe.
The sound of love delivers my heart to leap,
unquiet soul to relax, and
anxious mind not act, and
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A Mother's Jewel
Red and white garlands draped the treasure chest.
They marched in tandem in the quietness of
The cathedral, offering up sorrowful
Tears to her crimson dressed body
Not even one dropp of red flowed through her veins
As, she lay between the walls of the living
And the dead... the silencer had
Muffled her voice
While from a distance, morbidly taking notes of
My own mortality in a state of gloom …
The pallbearers step forward.
Abundantly reserved, the grieving mother looks on
As white satin covers her precious pearl
Her heart quietly pulsating grief and
Her damp eyes choosing to hide
Behind shades, then with style
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She Just Left...But Not Gone
You were the first on the scene of Knights
third of the whole to melt into the night
Remembeing you like autumn scene, spilling colors down hills
and riverbanks; and the golden leaves lay still about trees,
tossing and turning and waking green in spring.
Oh this deciduous life!
rosebuds fall off
after blooms
delightful song
is not sung
morning bird's
voice mum
children chatter
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Heart And Soul Of Love
My love measures fully.
My cup brims. My heart whims.
I hereby bestow my love to you, so
Taste and see its goodness!
My rose bush is full with hanging
Bulbs just longing to be opened
Up by your strong hands.
They’re yours’ to prune and groom
Hurry before winter bestows gloom
Our love creates its natural fountain-
A flowing love that
We dare let run dry!
My darling our love is neither
Super natural nor magical…
Remember our first date:
The sensation from your touch,
Your verbal incantation,
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Time Tells Time' 2 of 2 of the original
Your mirror is telling you that you’re a beautiful…
Listen to it, not like me, who tried not to hear
It reflects a face as fresh as a recently cut rose
Do not look for wrinkles
Admire the shining stars
Do ponder past moons, then
Anticipate all moons ahead
My dear, distance before is not far back…
So near you can smell sweet- cut summer grass,
Laugh at your children ringing around roses,
and help fill their pockets with poses
Fall trees in back yard stand barren
Just you stand tall to bear all
Just keep in mind the golden rule
Your golden years will happen
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Please Don't Stop Loving Me When I'm Old
Our love rose with the fall of golden leaves
rough winter roots for gentle plants in spring.
It seems we were planted in earth, grew together,
and blossomed together.
When I pass, place a rose petal on my grave.
Sweet love is born out of souls; outside winds whistles;
stars and moon twinkles…All God’s handmaids.
In obedient to my heart, I entrust me to you.
Now, let’s continue on down lover’s lane,
Walking alongside grass holding
Baby shrubs on her lap.
Straining our ears we hear bird
Singing songs of praise
Reminding us of the good old days.
When clouds no longer hold the rain;
will you shower me with your love?
When my head is covered with snow;
will you forever be my beau?
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Your Illness...
Is like the opening of the shell that
encloses natural pearl of knowledge
A bulb too underneath do show
Yet, an illness you must know
Fills your heart with wonderment; breathe
in cherry blossom's scented air; just dare
whenever pessimism enters your mind
Your illness liken seasons of year, without
dread, accept the winters of your heart and
come to your winter grief, then you'll
know that spring brings beautiful flowers in May
Too, accept your- physician's bitter portions
Only, then, you aid healing to yourself
It may feel heavy-handed, yet guided by tender
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River, Tide, Run...
Arched curled body washes ashore.
Lost my head in lover’s bed or seashore.
Take care of that head:
Rub it
Right it
Swell it.
Howling and swimming
the aquatic plane
moving hands
kicking feet, yet
no metamorphosis.
Girl you’re crazy as hell, his
mistress instead of his farewell
and miles and miles of non-
direction and miss-steps.
River, tide, runs, breaking
up on shore.
Strong-arms beat
down door,
pots and pans winged….
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I Am From... By Ilana A. Sabio
I am from my purple and green stripped towel
from bounty and the long broom in the kitchen
I am from the dark scary attic, a coffee scented kitchen
From the rose bush hidden near my porch
The Oak tree covering my backyard
Whose long limbs I feel
As if they were my own.
I’m from Christmas and dark brown eyes
From Heather and Francis
I’m from a sweet tooth and
Sleepy heads and
From joking too much.
I’m always from listen and stand up for
Yourself and curiosity killed the cat
Mississippi and New York City
Cornbread and macaroni & cheese.
From grandma meeting her grand father
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Highway 13
Traveling eastward on highway 13, alongside
uninhabited-it seems- railroad track
Quickly passing quaint white churches,
steeples humbly making signs of the cross.
Looking down at her black skin, and wondering
Why not one white church is followed
by a single colored one…Hmm?
god's design or man's...
white churches, colored churches...Hmm?
The poetic architect quickly dismantles such thoughts
and centers her mind on nature's creation:
The confiers bearing brown cones,
neddles dropping off
brown grass dead asleep.
the evening progressed
as we pressed on passing
life's winter.
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