POEM FROM LORETTA

REPRODUCED WITH PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR


I ASKED PERMISSION TO POST THIS POEM BECAUSE IT STRUCK A CHORD WITH MY PSYCHE. I LOVE THE WAY LORETTA'S POEMS FLOW AND THE SUBJECT MATTER BECAUSE IT EXPRESSES MY FEELINGS, EVEN THOUGH WE JUST MET IN A POETRY GROUP.

SO HERE'S

ROSE
COPYRIGHTED 14.03. 2005 AUTHOR LORETTA THESSANE

MY WRETCHEDNESS
REPRESSED.
UNTIL THE MOMENT
CAME TO ME.
YOU OPENED ME UP
AND HELD ME THERE.
YOU GUIDED ME,
THROUGH
THE TEMPEST
OF MY LIFE.
YOU LISTENED
TO MY AFFIRMATION
HELP ME!
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!


TWISTED AND BROKEN,
I'M A SLAVE
IN THIS WORLD
I'M A ROSE
TORTURED;WITHDRAWN
I TRY TO RUN
FROM THOSE
WHO MADE ME LIKE THIS
DON'T GET TOO CLOSE
I'LL RUIN YOUR LIFE TOO

DON'T THROW ME UP
IN THE AIR, TOO SOON.
I'LL ONLY SINK
BACK DOWN AGAIN;
A BROKEN RELIC,
OF THE LIFE
I STARTED WITH.
GIVE ME THE WORLD,
AND I'LL HOLD IT
ON MY BACK;
UNTIL YOU
CRACK ME OPEN,
AND THE MASK FALLS,
FROM MY EYES.

Banff Thunder Storm

Copyrighted 02.05.04 Author: Barb Walker

I'm sitting here,
At the bus station,
As the storm clouds roll in
From behind Sulphur Mountain.
The lightening flashes,
Like a large spider's web,
Across the darkened sky,
Announcing the arrival
Of a big bang.
Yet, the sound is,
Strangely gentle
As the rolling thunder
Echoes through
The majestic mountains.
Fear is now forgotten,
As the warm rain
Starts to fall
On to the pavement,
Slowly at first,
Then all of a sudden...
The sky opens up
And the rain comes
Pouring down.
The thunder comes
More often, now,
And the lightening
Lights up the sky.
Yet that sound
Is amazingly
Soft and soothing,
To me,
As I wait for the bus...
Destination unknown.

untitled poem

COPYRIGHTED16.04.04 AUTHOR BARB WALKER



I WENT A WALKING IN THE WOODS,
TO CALM MY SPIRIT DOWN.
WHEN WHAT DO MY WONDERING EYES, DO SEE,
BUT A LITTLE MAN RESTING, BY THE BROOK.


I WATCHED HIM FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE HOURS,
BUT HE IGNORED ME WHILE HE SANG.
THEN, HE TURNED, WITH A GLEEM IN HIS EYE,
AND SAID "'ELLO ME YOUNG LADY" OUT LOUD.


I JUMPED TEN FEET, STRAIGHT UP IN THE AIR,
HE GAVE ME SUCH A FRIGHT.
I BUMPED MY HEAD, AND SAW SOME STARS,
AND HAD TO LIE DOWN FOR A WHILE.


AS I CAME TOO, HE WAS RIGHT THERE,
WITH A CURIOSITY OF A LITTLE CHILD.
HE COCKED HIS HEAD, AS HE LOOKED AT ME,
AND THEN HE TURNED AWAY.

it's been a year and some months since i wrote this technically it should have been entered in march on St. Paddy's day but i just found it so deal with this people hehehehehe

the emibilical chord copyrighted 2005