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Bekki

A love that bares it’s teeth.

There is something so comforting

about sleeping children

the rise and fall of their chests

as they take each breath.

The sheer abandon

with which

they embrace the folds of sleep

faces clear of all concern

If you cannot resist

like I cannot

you smooth a bit of hair

caress a cheek soft as dew

and ponder

this tight feeling

that has lodged itself

into your breast.

a fierceness

a protective feeling

that comes and snarls

for just a moment

reminding you

silently

that this you will protect

at all costs

til death if need be.

This is something

that defines one

as a parent

as a loving protector

as a connected heart

To know such peace

such innocence

I would gladly give

all I am.

I think of those

without this gift

and wish

with my whole heart

that I could gift them

with a dream

a hope

a solemn wish

such as I have been given.

Children are

the thing that makes one young

not cars

not money

not career or success

children

with their complete love

unconditonal

and deeply profound.

This creates

in those who love them

a baring of teeth

to anyone

who would harm

or detroy

any child

any child at all

for once you know the love of one

you love them all.

Life reborn

To dream this dream

I had to be willing

to zipper open my skin

reach in and pluck out

truths that hurt

some of them had barbs

that tore my flesh

as I pulled them free

others came

with a sigh

or relief

and joy.

Some were not sure they were welcome

in the cool damp air

of the moons silent comfort

Some were angry

not liking change

and movement.

Some were quite happy to come

so long as they knew I was

working on something

worthwhile.

gently I regarded each one

with honor

for even painful truths

have merit.

Some I set free

to become something else

Some I gently chided and taught a better way

these truth I had to be stern with

for I needed them still

but wanted them to know

they were not going

to get away with old ways

any longer.

Some I examined for flaws

and found none.

These I kissed,

and placed gently back

inside my heart

with reverence

and joy.

I keep reaching in

and finding more

that I had not seen

in years.

All come forth

and I learn

that each one

brings me closer

to the music

I hear

when I pause

in my labors.

Lub-dub

Lub-dub

Lub-dub

the drumbeat

of a life

reborn.

Countdown to charity drive!

I am making plans and getting my act together on this charity drive. I have some things to get done before I can declare open season on this project. I am not even sure it will be successful or not. One thing is for sure, it will not be for lack of effort on my part. It may take me a few weeks to get set up, I am methodical and careful like a turtle, slower…but more ready once I get there. I will make sure all my T’s are crossed before I start, cause I do not want to mess up something I care about. Here is the post from my blog this morning giving an idea of where I am on my quest…All ideas welcome.

Today’s Post

(cross-posted from my Nectarfizz blog)

It is all that she can do.

She holds out her hand

because it is all that she can do

she knows begging works

and it’s all that she can do

she has seen death in multitudes

she has seen the price of help

she knows no pride

she cannot afford it anyway

she is not afraid to beg

she knows only that it works

and it is all that she can do

dignity has no place

in a dirty shirt.

and she has never made it’s acquaintance

she knows only need

and kind faces

that give when she begs

anjd it is all that she can do.

But it is not all I can do.

I see her need for dignity

I see her need for medical care

I see her right to love

I see her right to not have to beg

for what should be

a right

on such a fertile planet

with such bloated wealth.

I know,

so I do not stop

It is the least I can do.

Parrot Flower

 

Your love is a parrot flower,

protected

and rare,

closely watched

and gently regarded,

honored

and blissfully

appreciated.

(photo courtesy of a friend)

Simple Poetry

I am a simple poet

I do not need big words

to fill my heart

with false pride.

My people are a common people

they feel my heart

and know my soul.

With love like this

who needs to prove

intelligence

where tranquility

is better shared?

The words of my heart

are not simple concepts

though written in words

quite plain.

I bare them

knowing as I do

that one who speaks plainly

is just as wise

as one who speaks

of complex things

farther reached

and higher placed

then these simple truths

I examine

and share.

Are the thoughts I have

any less significant

for having been

examined by many before me?

Am I not also worthy

of your high brow

examination

of my quiet

and heartfelt

truths?

Do my words not make you think

and examine

and wonder

just as much

as a piece of artwork

hung in the finest

of museums?

Are my thoughts on things

 we all feel

and know

and dream

and ache for

not just as worthy

of honor

and respect?

To you these are just poems

a messing about with words

simple and clumsily placed.

To me they are a quilt

of my life’s work

my life’s hurt

my hearts lessons

my souls path

my poets core

my inner truths.

I am a simple poet

but I am a poet

with something

significant to say

if you would but

stop to hear it.

Searching for truth..

How slowly the time goes

when you are looking for truth

when you are clinging to hope

on slender threads

afraid they will snap

and you will fall.

How like a sticky spider web

the path I must walk

each lesson clinging

to my fingers and toes

I must stop often

and examine the pattern

for I must learn all the time

else why am I walking at all?

I work with my heart

and I challenge my soul

I bring bitter truths to the light

so they may dry in the sun

and turn to dust

I also bring forth gems

I didn’t know I had hidden

deep within my breast

where I nurtured them

unknowing

for a day distant

when they would be

treasured.

I walk this path

though sometimes I tire

and fear

and fret

and convince myself I am wrong

to try

to hope

to heal

but I know one thing

and that one thing

makes me stand

and walk this path

though my body cries out

in fear

in pain

in longing

one thing

the fact

the truth

the solomn knowledge

that my path leads

somewhere

I have never been

but have always wanted

to find.

I walk

and I hope

that I will know

what to do

when I get there.

Inner Sappy.

When life makes you frown

and you feel kinda sad

don’t let it bother you,

don’t you feel to bad.

Just stand on your bed

and bounce like a loon,

turn on some music

dance about the room.

Make funny faces in the mirror

until you both smile,

with a little bit of joy

you’ll feel better in a while.

Just let your inner glow

fill you up with happy,

let yourself see blessings

embrace your inner sappy!!