Awards, Awards, Awards – Outstanding Bloggers List

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Over the past several months I received several awards and recognition which I have not yet acknowledged. I just saved the posts and kept planning to follow the rules – but time kept flying past my good intentions.

When WM included me in his Best Bloggers List, I resolved to do as he did. I would  acknowledge all of my awards at one time and provide a list of the bloggers I feel deserve recognition. Well – time kept flying fast . . . So, here I am finally. The award logos I have received are on my sidebars.  Storiesbywilliamsgraypoet,  dearkitty and 85degrees were the kind bloggers who nominated me for awards. Yes, a couple of them graced me with more than one award.

To the above bloggers, I say thank you, many thanks. I am grateful that my words, poetry, stories, and observations have been…

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Poem 1

She walks in beauty, like the night

Back perpendicular to the sky

Dips her finger in promise and smooths it across her lips

Licks the excess away with her tongue

She breathes and I feel the melody dip within me

Dive off the edge of a precipice;

Explode in mid-air

i feel the rattle of constituents in my center

Like an egg left boiling for too long

The pressure leaves my insides weak

My spirit wanting

Beauty reaches out and touches my cheek

And I break

Inhibition

I sank my teeth into it

Felt the juices assault my chin

Weighed the substance on my tongue

Buried the texture in my gaps

It slipped from my hands

Selfishly, I thought

Thank God I’m a superhero today

So that I could catch you

Before you hit rock bottom

Its lonely in those parts

Stifling even

And when the rains come

It gets even worse

Dampens your exterior

Softens your shell

You can feel it ripping

Feel your exterior ripping apart from you

Why are you coming out of yourself?

Extending your roots?

There is no need for that

Stay as you are

Don’t try to be more than you need to be…

Don’t…change

Thank God I’m a superhero today…

So I could put you in a cold, dark place

Where at least I know you’ll be safe

The Geography of Passion

Time and time again

I wander

Homeless

Searching for you

Your body, a leaning castle

I’ve never quite gotten why tall men slouch

Why they carry their confidence like weights on their shoulders

Don’t you know how long I’ve treaded these waters?

Waited to conquer you?

I have stumbled, delirious in these city streets

A million times

From past experience

Its not the same when the lights go down

When the night air stills

The quiet is a ghost

Invisible but present

I taste a drop of morning on my tongue

The sun rises on your face

Everyday

Without fail

I feel the foundation shake under me

There are no earthquakes on cratons

I know this

I’m fascinated by your depth

And how boastful you get when the moon is watching

You beautiful, tidal stranger

Dance at my feet and pull me into you

Remind me once again why lovers should never part

Borrowed.

This boy

He loves me

I love him

He loves her

She loved him

He loves her more

I love him most

She pulls

He goes

She doesn’t pull

He still goes

He holds on to memories like artifacts

Flaunts his past like a toy he’d been wanting for months

His present is buried under the weight of his nostalgia

He is a rolling stone

A broken record

Light years away from being ‘the one’

I am fractured

A mess

Too reserved to ever be considered affectionate

Our meeting was a few feet short of fate

A revolution that stemmed from an act of rebellion

Our love

A firecracker

A storm

Adrenaline

I’m telling you, it scorched

Burnt the skin off when I pushed too hard

Left a layer of ash behind after every fight

We are a natural disaster waiting to happen

An ocean current

A lit match

An earthquake

We’re exciting

Dramatic

And left to ourselves we can create beautiful things

I love him.

But he obviously loves her more.

“Dear Goat,

How does one fall in love? Do you trip? Do you stumble, lose your balance and drop to the sidewalk, graze your knee, graze your heart? Do you crash to the stony ground? Is there a precipice, from which you float, over the edge, forever?

I know I’m in love when I see you, I know when I long to see you. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking a step. When did this happen? I haven’t even blinked.

I’m on fire. Is that too banal for you? It’s not, you know. You’ll see. It’s what happens. It’s what matters. I’m on fire.

I no longer eat, I forget to eat. Food looks silly to me, irrelevant. If I even notice it. But I notice nothing. My thoughts are full and raging, a house full of brothers, related by blood, feuding blood feuds:

“I’m in love.”
“Typically stupid choice.”
“I am, though, I’m racked by love as if love were pain.”
“Go ahead. Fuck up your life. It’s all wrong and you know it. Wake up. Face it.”
“There’s only one face, it’s all I see, awake or asleep.”

I threw the book out the window last night. I tried to forget. You are all wrong for me, I know it, but I no longer care for my thoughts unless they’re thoughts of you. When I’m close to you, in your presence, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you, sometimes. Then I look back.

When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I drive my car, when I lie down each night without you, I remain,

As ever,
Ram”

The Love Letter, Cathleen Schine

Stolen Identity

Your faith is a dagger

A shard of glass

Broken promises swept under a rug creep out to make a victim of you

Paint you in blood red hues

You are an ocean of secrets

A well of forgiveness

Its funny how easily you forget when you heart is involved

How eventually their thinking ultimately becomes yours

His feelings are deep but emotion can drown you

Suffice to say when you realise you’ve reached your limit, you’ll already be gone