bubble, bubble theres no trouble.

I love the feeling

it’s warm and wet

flooding over my feet

as I kick the drain

Lovely bubbles make my limbs

into islands

subtle scents drift

like flowers to my nose

I squirt some more.

The warm of the water

makes my muscles relax

I lay back and let my mind wander

Splishing and splashing

doing all the things

I tell my child not to do

oops water over the side

naughty mama

I grin at the thought

she would say that I know

I relax and sigh

no banging on the door

no rush to go

I am home alone

and I am taking

a bubbly bath!

I am stubborn.

Stubbornly I refuse

to let go of what I dream

the winds pull

the rain beats down

the sun heats my tender skin

but I am stubborn

I will mock the wind

“Is that all you got?”

I will mock the rain

“You missed a spot!”

I will mock the sun

“I am not done!”

I will not give up

My dream is my heart

My dream is my soul

My dream is what makes my life run

My dream is what makes my blood beat

I am stubborn

more stubborn than the wind

more stubborn than the rain

more stubborn that the sun

so tell me?

what makes you think I will allow you

a mere man, to stand in my way?

I will not let go.

I will have my dream.

It is not a selfish dream

It is a dream for good

It is a dream for right

It is a dream for peace.

I will have my dream!

I want to save the world

though I am one woman

one soul

one heart

one mind

I am one woman who

WILL NOT STOP!

You can stand there and shake your head

certain I am a fool

or you can move to my back

and join me

link hands with me

let the wind come

let the rain come

let the sun come

I am not one any longer

with you I am two!

What cannot be done by one

will be done by many

but where does many start?

With me

With you

With us!

I will not give up

on my dream!

Have I mentioned

that I am stubborn?

Win-Win

I know we may get the grumbles

I know we may argue

I know we may not see eye to eye

I know we may have disagreements about finance

I know we may have different views on children

I know we may not share the same religion

I know we may not always like each other

but…

I love you.

I cherish you.

I accept you.

We will overcome

with arms that hold tightly

with ears that listen

and tongues that still

with hearts that reach out

with arms that contain and mold

with minds that know the value

of compromise.

These are not obstacles

these are moments

mere moments that pass

like the waves on the sand

we shall move with the tide

sometimes you will win

sometimes I will win

sometimes we will win

but together

with work

we cannot lose! 

The dragon and the wolf.

You will ponder

You will reflect

it is just who you are.

I look out and trust a star

and make wishes

and believe they will come true.

We are not the same

I am not you

you are not me

and yet we fuse

like the sun and the moon.

I wait for you,

for I accept you

and your ways.

You smile at me,

for you accept me

and my ways.

I stand by the door of your study

I know you are there within

balancing, weighing

protecting those you honor.

I wait patiently

this is who I love.

You lie in the grass beside me

 giving me time

to dream and rest

dance among the stars.

You wait patiently,

you love me.

We are not the same

but we are one.

We do not do well apart

one needing the other,

support blending

from knowing the other well,

despite your way

not being my way

acceptance

respect

support

deep and abiding love.

feel the beat.

walking with the beat.

feel my self retreat

feeling it in my feet

dancing in the street

feeling sort of fine

walking a crooked line

dancing to tunes, I pine.

Wandering like a star

I look up there you are

wish upon his face

waiting on twilight’s grace

dancing to the sound

twist and turn around

making people start

I move the things in my heart.

I giggle at the looks

they don’t write this stuff in books

I am the maiden strange

I make the cosmos rearrange

taking pleasure in my walk

my feet don’t move..they talk

I feel the mood in my feet

gotta dance that funky beat

even though many stare

my heart is made of air

and I feel so free and light

there is no gloom in sight

you really ought to try

instead of passing by.

Mine. Mine. Mine. All Mine.

There

just there

at the corner of your mouth

you call it a wrinkle

I call it something to lick

I call it something to covet

I call it mine.

There

Just there

at the corner of your eye

you call it crow

I call it a crinkle

I call it sexy

I call it mine.

There

Just there

just under your belly button

that soft place

you call it loose skin

I call it lovely

I call it sensual

I call it mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

All Mine.

 

free will..the mate of my soul

We are connected

he and I

with a love that bears all things

our souls joined

in ways that though understood

cannot ever be explained.

To meet in this life

I must hold fast to the knowing

the certainty that lives

in my heart

no matter what my head may be saying,

for it is faith that carries me.

Intelligence has it’s place

and I carry both sides of this coin

in my pocket.

Searching for the revelation

the truth that sets me free

that day will come

wether I ask it to or not

In the end, I will know

faith or mind

which will be the source

of my inner dreams.

Confusion is nothing new.

Yet I sit unsteady at humbles place,

he gives me that nod

for walking a path

most unsteady

and fraught with pain

and bliss

in equal measure.

I wait with my visions

and hope they do not prove false.

Sometimes intuition stings like salt

and sometimes it sooths like mud.

Which I wonder

is he feeling now?

I am given this gift of knowing

yet my hands are tied

by the knowledge

that his path is his choice

and I must wait

for his choice to be known.

We are connected

but fate cannot interfere

with free will

any more than I.

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Tender limb I cling to..

Tender limb I cling to

you are not stable I know

you bob in the wind

and I hold on tightly

but I will not move!

I chose this limb

I perch upon

not for it’s strength,

but for the sight

of sunlight above.

My heart needs this light

and through tempest winds

and stinging rain

I watch for the light.

I could hide in shadow,

but that is not my way

though I could be torn

from my perch

here on this clinging vine.

I will not doubt!

I will hold the knowing

deep within my breast!

and sing,

and sing,

and sing,

for though this grip is weak at times

I can see the light

and it is worth all uncertainty

to know that I may one day see

ah me!

the rising of the sun.

The sweetest song..

The following poem is inspired from a Chinese Proverb that goes:
  ” A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song”
It reminds me of  a poem in the book titled ”I know why the caged bird sings” by Mya Angelou found here
 The poem is written by Paul Laurence Dunbar (also mentioned in the same article) and he calls it “Sympathy.”

I sing because the wind is high

I sing because I live and die

I sing because the sun is bright

I sing because my souls in flight

I sing because I have a song

I know my place

where I belong

I sing because despite my woes

My song lives on

and the heart it glows

I sing because I am blessed

with a joy that sings

and a bed to rest

I sing because my soul is free

you cannot stop

what lives in me

I sing because through strife

I have dreamt

I have lived my life.

I sing because I have learned

that songs are not given

the sweetest are earned.