Cross Eyed with Words

Reading the poems of summer love,

Cross eyed in what the words are saying,

Written by a poetic fool hit by an arrow from a cupids bow,

Wishing on a dream,

A dream to unfold,

Like a fairy tale told of old,

For when a Prince awakens Sleeping Beauty with  a kiss a story in history is made,

Like a Princess who kisses a frog and a man of her dreams appears,

True love to be found in Beauty and the Beast 

The greatest love story to be told 

For every rose has a thorn,

For love killed the beast as in King Kong.

A Boundary Wall

It is good to have healthy boundaries in a relationship,

Emotions can sometimes breach them,

That is ok,

You can manage the breach,

However the boundaries must stay,

It is ok to say NO,

NO MEANS NO,

Never accept pressure to remove those boundaries,

They are your safeguard of what you will not accept,

Your life your choice.

 

A Mighty Oak

From an acorn grows a mighty Oak,

On the paths of life we will see these mighty trees,

Growing through the years the mighty roots go deep to support the mighty trees,

Surviving the cold blue days and thunderous storms to stand tall under a rainbows arch,

To spread its branches in the summer days,

Each oaken shield has a story to tell,

Even the oak tree that has fallen,

 

Sanctuary Island

A rock a place of stability,

A place of sanctuary to be,

Protected by the sea,

Security in isolation, 

If the need be,

An Island for reflection,

To pause to think,

Letting life continue flow without you,

Thatcher Rock

 

Model Intuition

An image of you remains today,

Doing the cat walk in your own individual way,

Strutting your stuff as you dared,

A model woman in so many ways,

Empowered into action to get results,

Your beauty grows as you mature,

Deep in thought as you progress,

With an eye on the prize to full fill your desires,

 

Morning Glory

The Sun in its morning glory,

Rising over the horizon,

Lighting the path on a daily basis,

New dawn, 

A new day, 

A new chapter has begun,

A diary page for this day, 

To capture the memories that will be made,

Following on from the day before,

On a previous page,

The memories of yesterday,

 

Stoned Faced

A face cast in stone,

The cumbersome feature,

A lost focus,

With a mind that ways heavy,

Over thinking thoughts drift away,

Like wandering clouds in the sky,

Lost in a labyrinth of space,

Time slips by,

Trusting the Universe to guide the way,

To exit the pool of emotion,

Fed by the pain,

From the eyes that rained,

With tear stained scars a memory of the past,

With words you wish to say to put that person in their place,

Like a rock in a hand contemplating fate if to cast it into the pool, 

What ripples would it make?

Easier to just drop the rock and silently walk away,

Letting karma take its place........

Stoned Faced