Tag Archives: love

Lay a Little Love on leftylola

17 Jun
Down, but not out. The Mark of a true champion.

Down, but not out. The mark of a true champion.

 

I broke into blogging with Opinionated Man’s “Project O” series of introduction posts on his HarsH ReaLiTy blog, back in September of 2013. I met many of my blogging friends there, and it was a brilliant contribution of his to the WordPress community.

One of my wonderful such blogging friends is leftylola, who’s battled a serious eating disorder for a large part of her life. LeftyL–a.k.a. Nikki of New Jersey, who was Project O #50 back on 13 September 2013, or thereabouts–has had a rough go of it in the recent past, but she’s no quitter. As she climbs her way back out of her own personal Pit of Despair, why don’t we all show her a little love to help her along her ascent?

“<” + “3” = ❤

You can leave some love for LL at her Not Dead Yet post today. (She apparently likes a book called The Mirror, so there’s no accounting for taste. };-)>)

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Serengeti

23 Nov

Lions

In the Serengeti of my mind
I behold its sea of straw
Gently wav’ring in the breeze
That warm and gentle gift of wind
I taste the air and know with ease
That near to me you I shall find
And so my place I leave behind
And to my search I thus depart
I, the King of mighty paw
Surely do I move to you
The lioness within my heart

I find you and I am at peace
As gently I caress your fur
What was my roar is now a purr
The wise respect that gentle voice
Now with you I find release
Of the burdens that a king must bear
Although in this I have no choice
And so I cherish your embrace
Your feel, your scent both ease my mind
As sings your voice and loving eyes
Lioness Rampant, as you start to rear
Yet I am fill’d with love, not fear
And with this love, I hold you near

By then the world is left behind
In the Serengeti of my mind

Poem: Be My Siren

5 Nov

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I stand on this sleek ship, my life
A lonely man, no crew but me
Yet who, oh who, have I to blame?
These empty sails filled with salt air
Cruel Mistress Wave instead of wife
No First Mate to share my strife
Such firm rudder, that takes me where?
My old brass sextant has gone lame
The compass points all look the same
As I cut across this morbid sea
My holds, of meaning, are so empty
Oh be! Oh be! My siren fair
Haunt my soul with such sweet song
Entice me to your watery lair
Do not this pointless course prolong
Lest I of pointless course despair
For my heart’s watery death, your beauty does conspire
My course so unwise does your orchestral song inspire
Thus bring me to where I do so belong
Wrecked upon the rocks of my desire
As I descend the abyss for final rest too long
Let my last vision be of you, as I and ship expire

Poem: Navigator

31 Oct

A faded chart

Having surpassed the milestone of 100 wonderful people to share the blogging adventure with, I thought this poem might be an appropriate post. Written in the 2007-2008 timeframe, it was an exploration of the A-B-C-C-B-A rhyme scheme.

I sail across a sea of time
Making reference to an ancient chart
Faded markings in a faded script
As sleekly through the waves I slip
Guided by the compass of my heart
So that I seek your love divine

Ev’ry age age my quest begins anew
Always in a ship not quite the same
The sky above appears so strange
As if the stars have rearrange’d
And thus the heavens I must tame
As I begin my search for you

With Polaris as my guide
I stand upon uncovered deck
And brace against the salt night air
As of my course I’m most aware
My heading then again I’ll check
And by my compass I’ll abide

My eyes reflect the endless days
That I have put to sea for you
Not always knowing where I was
At times uncertain, this because
I hadn’t learned what I’d to do
Even though I’d sailed a ways

Yet now I sail with purpose strong
And mark my course with firm resolve
My uncertainty at its nadir
Thus towards you do I steer
While thoughts of you around revolve
So I can be where I belong

To horizon then I gaze afar
Drawn by an unspoken need
To the edge of sea and sky
I no longer wonder why
My compass I know I must heed
To take me where I know you are

The vestiges of land I view
Through the distant picture of my glass
The thought of you is restless, though
But soon the sight of you I’ll know
A boundless love I’ll then amass
And thus my fortitude renew

I see you now upon the shore
I see the love within your eyes
This love that is reserved for me
This love that is so plain to see
Carried on escaping sighs
A love that I so do adore

I hold you tight, so close to me
Together then we stand at last
Once again your love I know
Without restraint, which you bestow
As you have in ages past
As in ages that we’ve yet to see

I sail across a timeless sea
With reference to a faded chart
Faint markings in an ancient script
Firmly through the waves I slip
Guided by the compass of my heart
In a journey through eternity