BEFORE



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…



We Burst Into Song!

Sharon Rose T. ©




Photo by Anonymous 

©2014 "Myrtle Beach, SC"

 



we Burst into song,
as loves, we ride along
in a fire-pacing trike
more power than a bike

so many sights to see
life, as vacation, with glee
Bliss and so many to try
no boredom, never dry

many sunny bright skies
pleas no need for lies
onward the roads endless
generous with kindness

grounded somewhat vets
small tribe, various pets
good company is surely
renewed, closeness, purely





wind in our hair, the sun
at my back, tan must shun
a purple umbrella, waves
soothe souls, real saves

 

Photo by SRose

©2014



down in water, wind, ah, whip
through, w/o one view of a ship
so huge, much more than a pod,
so many dolphins, act of God.

hirsute, tan, beautiful smile,
accommodating w/ style,
very high strung gent,
sensitivity, his intent

as blinders dissolve, the twins
learn to blend with the spins
of flame, spend much time
as pair, experiences sublime



to  be continued.
Titled in May 2014
write started in Oct.




 

Revisits

together again like when
it all really began, thin
both are thinner now
revisits, renew, how?

her face a knowing grin
cautiously sees, him begin
revamping his life hoping
can possibly be coping

abandonment issues buried?
older now not really worried
can realize more? just the lover? 
might the gent decide to cover,

with his wings, as now life
onward without any strife
exhausted running for place
arrives in quiet lonely space

wordless in awe with joy
chattering words a decoy
serious today gone  boyish
adult lover strives feverish

to set relationship structure
fearing to eat for pleasure
sake, favorite ploy keep toys
none will try all other ploys

revisiting old writes of Jim
fear makes wonder, a shim-
mering hope, wishing men
would just be true, a grain

the size of a mustard seed
is woman forever a need?
all hoped for relationships
friend torches lamp; dips

wondering this very day
how to even help sway
a heart to fill with loving
for a person w/o shoving

once love ran away, twice
lover trips a sway, thrice
could be a charm, rock
the world, good stock

together,hearts fully care,
lost for words foolish stare
she will wait for his words
to flow, living in floods

of affections, of pleasures
although hers ear, endures
no verbiages of love is not
love a verb, of sharing, hot

wonderful long baths, movies,
meals, caress' of wows, weaves
in laughing, what is both visions
moving around both televisions

sports, comedies, dramas, and news
both love God and hope for views
of beauty and wonderment travel-
ing someday in comfort, grovel

daily in love with work. grappling
w/ possibly two will remaining
separated. private places needed
realizing lives passed, conceded

will guilt be permanent for them
we realize the dead are done, WM
cannot be the same, she drives
he does all the other strives.

revisit to see  how the'll work,
strangely, both have a big quirk
hope true love hits for him lurking
a past life of doing bunch of clerking

just a toy for a very grown up boy.
revisiting to clear any other decoy
what is reasonable span for elders
will they always keep two shelters.

Punished by society forever strain
resources of seniors, like a train
take their money, blast any security
total ruination of anything of surety

what we say we have we are
society does nothing to par
hungry, sit here missing you
guess I now, deserve to stew.

citations: WM  slang for Why Me?

Sonrise and Man

Thankfully praise Him, meet Him early here                  
At daybreak he waits, He is always near                           
He meets in the dim, in this atmosphere
Worship as sea wakes, knowing He will hear


Guided by His light, oh His voice is so clear
At daybreak He waits, wonderfully at a pier
Daily he is in His sight, excited oh dear
He meets him at His gates, just cheer



Here under the cloud, this is so shear
Life is like a glove, under morning sphere
Shout praises loud, he learns to revere
His one true love, He pants for us like deer


Filling cores with joy, wiping every tear
An early riser can reach, free from any peer
Who comes to beach, King dove will appear
Retrieves His golden boy, an angel will steer


Thankfully praise Him, meet Him early here
At daybreak he waits, He is always near
He meets in the dim, in this atmosphere
Worship as sea wakes, knowing He will hear

Dreams of Gnashing's

She's never in a scurry
alone, thoughts hurry
idealist, never in order
he enlarges his border
the heart begins to worry


rather suffer lashings
knowing his dashing's
knowing He can repair
learning to id despair
dreams of gnashing's


always in sterile, white room
cultures imaginary gloom
quietly opens & closes doors
memory of floral moors
dreams of gnashing's

Give Me The Key

transference almost
asking for the key
borders the coast
why, no one can see

this one is for me
transference almost
asking for the key
oh, sea is all we see

really, did not, you see
this one is for me
transference almost,
asking for the key

Artwork by Brooke Shaden

well he did love me
really did not, you see
this one is for me
transference almost


why, no one can see
well he did love me
really, did not, you see
this one is for me


oh, sea is all we see
why, no one can see
well he did love me
really, did not, you see


there is no real key
oh, sea is all we see
why, no one can see
well he did love me


we leave it a mystery
there is no real key
oh, sea is all we see
why, no one can see


dearheart love actually
we leave it a mystery
there is no real key
oh, sea is all we see


she and He could see
dearheart, love actually
we leave it a mystery
there is no real key


her face, full of glee
she and He could see
dearheart, love actually
we leave it a mystery


glee, improper you see?
her face, full of glee
she and He could see
dearheart, love actually




Photo permission through
http://dversepoets.com/2014/09/23/poetics-passion-of-brooke-shaden/

Knocking (with a small h)

he keeps on knocking
he wants to come in...
her heart still blocking
no matter, what past, sin


she gets no glare, a stare
love in her heart was stolen
by one who does not care
swim and swims the ocean


faster and faster, drown
reaching, her heart taken
closes all doors, all 'lown
still numb, stoic, forsaken


he keeps on knocking
he wants to come in...
her heart still locking
no matter, what past, sin


knowing, your tall thin
stays in waiting, alone
in her mind, how's he been
prays his heart of stone


would relight their cords
with hers, living with
fingernails on boards
rough edges and pith


wanting him back, see
still, waiting by the sea
thinking about you and me
see she now is the 'lown.









Urban dictionary: Lown***kinder form of clown.