GLO's Poetry: 2011

Sunday, April 3, 2011

HEAT

You are lightning

White hot madness in my soul

Heat and fire and searing thought

You strike

And I lay mesmerized

Beneath your control

Aflame and dazed I wander on

Through a haze of smoke filled days

And wonder...

Oh mercy... another crack of thunder

MELANCHOLY

Sadness...

All prevailing sadness

A consuming madness

Monster in the night

Devil's advocate

Extinguishing the light

With no arms to hold you tight

It offers solace in the dark

Sparkling tears within your cup

Oh gaze upward lonely soul

Lest Heaven frown

And you perish

In your soft silken gown

Thursday, March 17, 2011

HEAVEN'S TEARS

In each of Heaven's tears I hear a note

A symphony being birthed in a storm

Entranced I observe while streams of life

Meander down a rain soaked ground

My love is not here to keep me safe and warm

But thoughts of him swim round and round

And soak my thirsty soul without a sound

COTTON CANDY

Pink cotton candy melts sugar sweet

Upon my tongue and I am young again

I pull off wispy powder puffs to eat

Then lick my sugar sticky fingers clean

I am a child again, a child of ten

I look up at Daddy's face

And he smiles down at me

He walks at my pace

The pace of small little legs

Grown tired from playing on slides

And swings, and playground things

He takes my moist, sticky little hand in his

He understands what love is

On a hot summer's day

While children play and squirrels scamper

Love is Daddy's great big hand

A pink cotton candy smile

A pink cotton summer dress

The park decorated with spring flowers

And hours spent playing in the sun

Water fountains and hot summer fun

With cotton candy, snow cones and Daddy

Though he's gone now I still relive those days

I think of them with joy and always will

Glo

HAIKU: CAT STYLE

Haiku: Cat Style

Wake up... wake up NOW!

Wake up, Wake up, Wake UP! NOW?

Oh... thought claws were IN...

Rub my soft white belly

Beware: Lose your soft white hand

Understand tempted?

Need to get OUTSIDE

Yikes! I got OUTSIDE! Help me!!

Need to get INSIDE!

Glo

Monday, January 10, 2011

GOOD NIGHT

© Gloria Smith 2015

I am freezing to death again tonight
Need someone to hold me tight
Love me by warm candlelight
Let me know everything's alright
Kiss me sweet... tell me good night

Friday, January 7, 2011

If you have nothing else to give away for Christmas; no money to buy presents with -- don't grieve... you still have love to give, and love you'll receive in return. Christmas is not a date but a state of mind. No, it's not like it was when we were children; it's much better. The magic has grown within us for now we can appreciate its essence. The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree is the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. So all grown up I will dream the dream of Christmas. I will go to sleep that little girl again with rosy cheeks and soft smooth skin, excited to know that once more I have awakened to a Christmas dawn. I'm still here... to love and be loved once again!

Yes, I have grown older and have many burdens to bear, but love weighs heavier on my heart than any grief I carry so it is love I will share.

Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

-- Sir Walter Scott

Merry Christmas everyone!

Glo

MOURNING GLORY

© Gloria Smith 2010

The Mourning Glory's wear their hearts on their sleeves
So do I
It is not hidden from your eyes what shines in mine
I cannot cover the tracks of my heart
It sleepwalks in the night playing bittersweet melodies on its heavy harp
Strands of passion floating through the air
Do you hear its siren song soft and low
I would draw you to my side... to my cool white bed
My heart sleepwalks in dreams of you
I am beside you
I touch you -- a fleeting touch
Do you feel me
My gown brushes your arm; cool silk silver satin slowly slips across your skin
My lips touch your cheek -- ever so slight as a thought forgotten
Does my scent stay with you in the darkness of the night
I warm your bed and yet
Hold me as a dream, caress me in daydreams
Breath of life consume me
Delusion of love
I see you wavering in a mirage; a hot desert dream
I reach for you and touch the wind
I ache
Wake me not
Forsake me not
I am love
Waste me not
Desire sweeps as a wildfire through my body
Sparking, burning into a blaze of mad desire... fire
Waves of thrill build as I dream of you
I wait... a slave to my craving
A fool of love
She schemes to have me
Enchantress of the soul make me whole
Take me -- write me on your heart
Love does not care for right or wrong
If I loved you more I could not bear the longing
You are in my blood, my soul
Shrink not from the tingle of my touch or the glow of my gypsy eyes
My very heartbeat is yours
If I loved you more my heart would beat no more
I could not hold such love and live
If I loved you more I could never love again
All I have to give I give and live to feel your lips once more

SECRET THINGS

© Gloria Smith 2010

I write you all my heart
It is the only pen I have
Bright yellow butterflies light up the grass bringing a smile; bright yellow sunshine warms me
A piece of the sun drips from the sky giving birth to a bright yellow Goldfinch
It sits still at my feet
With a tilt of its tiny head it casts me a look of puzzlement and flies away
My heart takes flight with it
From a distance I feel a prayer; someone cares
A prayer has sent an Angel to my side
Someone secret cares... I feel a prayer
I hear a thousand Angels cry as the rain begins to fall
It is cool and wet on my hot skin
I raise my face to the sky and open my mouth to taste the calm
From a distance I hear a whisper like an Angel's sigh
He'll hold you in the storm
Has Heaven sent a refuge?
A Hero
I feel your lips warm and wet
I taste your mouth and tingle with excitement
Taste me
How long the night of hazy recollection
I dream
An Angel flies, a Goldfinch flies, and my heart flies to you
I feel your heart at once tender and warm
Angels whisper secrets to me
We smile together
I am an Angel with a broken wing treading in forbidden places where Angels do not dare
You will be there... waiting
Angels whisper secrets the bright yellow butterflies carry in their wings
Sing to me... play for me... love me in the dark and tell me secret things
Whispers on the wind -- Secret things

PASSION

© Gloria Smith 2010

Love lights the night like fireworks bursting in the sky; colors bright and brilliant
Rockets shooting, bursting -- they scream to be heard and startle me out of nowhere and everywhere
Love explodes the night into a thousand sparkles -- suddenly, unexpectantly
Delighted cries escape my lips as my eyes thrill at its beauty
The intensity takes my breath away
Loves... come strongly to me in me
Surrounded by surreal electricity I sway to the music of my soul's delight
My body strains to meet your caresses
My ears strain to hear your sighs
Tender words fall like soft, misty rain whetting my appetite for more and more
Love - sweet firewater in my mouth
My throat burns, hot belly, fire in my veins, firefly flickers in my eyes
My heart cries out... only care for me -- this and nothing more
I searched for you in the full moons light, in the beacon of its glowing beams
I walk the paths of life to search for you and finding you I waited... the lady waits
Ever the patient lady of love, ever the lover in the night
Walking her paths of aloneness to find the oneness of her lover
Waiting in the night wind with the scent of Jasmine in the air, flowers in my hair
My gown flutters wildly, torn in tatters by the dark wind of desire
I shutter in the night and hold myself tight... alone
In my dreams strong arms enfold me
I moan soft and low
Strong arms hold me
Deep kisses tempt me to abandon my restraint
The warmth of your skin, the perfume of our love as we join to become one wafts through the night
One with love, one with one another... one
Love -- the longing of unfulfilled desire; the sweet delicious imagination of a pure and untouched heart
God how I've cried, how I've died -- I only live in you
When I'm with you, when I'm with you... I live and only then
Smitten yes smitten and love, tender love unfeigned is written on the tables of my heart
It is madness, it is lovely, and it is love
I have loved you with a passion written in the heat of the evening on my bed of loneliness
I have imagined... and imagination has become my enemy... enemy mine -- we are... and that is all
Lonely; a passion with no release, an evening where no lips touch, no warmth around me
Oneness escapes me as a memory of long ago forgotten
I grieve... I would give my soul to have you
Is it not price enough to pay
Love cannot be forced; her treasures cannot be stolen
A thief of hearts is not my trade but I would trade my life for a night in your arms
A stolen kiss -- forever my treasure wrested from love's tight fist
She guards her treasure chest well now
I shall search ever for that golden key... and want none to save me from my quest

LOST

© Gloria Smith 2010

We are lost -- those who love, truly love, without reservation, without thought of reward, and without censorship of society; who follow their hearts no matter the road, no matter the cost.

Love is a fool -- it is blind and strong; as strong as death. It cares not about seasons or circumstance when it comes knocking.

It is born of the spirit and lives in the soul. It is not fettered with bonds of flesh but is born in the body of us all.

Foolish love... mad desire, dark crimson elixir of life -- it beckons us to drink deeply.

We pretend to resist but in the night watches of the heart we cannot but heed its call. Only the flesh is restrained but the mind, the spirit, runs headlong into danger and thrills at the quest.

How sweet the potion. How drunk the spirit, how deep the desire, how insane, how heady... I cannot die to defeat you. I cannot live without you.

Beckon on sweet siren, as you will and as you must. I will lead a revolt against you. I will fight with the sword of my will and I will lose but fight I must and fight I will until my last breath, and then... oh then you will have me at last. At last...

HEAVINESS

Ever the Golden Key is lost... the Lady surrenders her quest. I fight no more. My sword is in its sheath. My cup empty. My throat dry from crying; my soul parched. My arms empty as a poured out flask. My lips untouched. My passion calmed by the white flag of my surrender.

My loneliness owns me and I die... alone. No one calls my name. It is unknown. A soul lost in the night. I wander alone -- battered and torn.

Life held its beauty time and time ago. Love has eluded me like a deer running wild in the forest just out of view -- and so it is and so it will be.

I have fought a good fight. I was brave and true. My sword holds no one's blood but my own.

Night has overwhelmed the sunlight I once loved. I am its mistress. I abhor the darkness that invades my soul but there is no one to make me whole. No other half completes me.

I compete no more. The door is slowly closing. It creaks and groans under the weight of my discontent. My dress is satin, lace, and pearls. It lies still about me, so still about me... so still.

TIME

© Gloria Smith 2010

❅ ❄ ❆ It's snowing... ♪ ♫ It's pouring... ♩ ♬ My old man is snoring... and I am adoring the snow freeze of old man Winter... I wish to sleep but I tire of dreaming. I tire of scheming. I only wish for the reality of yesterday to fill tomorrow with your arms. Awake -- adore me once again and do not ignore my yearnings for tomorrow becomes yesterday as seconds past, and life drains from life and is no more. Catch the wind and tame the night while you can. Dust thou art and to dust thou shalt return. Run quickly -- lest time find you napping and carry you away from me...

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth

STARS & MEMORIES

© Gloria Smith 2010

I miss you
My heart yearns for you in the night
What are those strong arms doing at this moment
Who do they caress
Whose hair do they tenderly stroke
I am terribly alone; a desperate sadness descends on me
Like a midnight mist of moon dust scattering the dark; shattering the night
My heart breaks as a rock thrown carelessly through a window
I hear the sound of it in my dreams
If I could slip my hand into the warmth of yours I would
I would rest my head upon your shoulder
And pretend once again that you love me while my own love consumed me
I gaze at you and drink you in like summer wine on a winter's day
I memorize your face and find time suspended; a moment spins into a lifetime
The stars bear your name. My heart is emblazoned with it
Come to me

In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race - never quite sane in the night. ~ Mark Twain

MOONLIGHT & DREAMS

© Gloria Smith 2010

In moonlight everything becomes a sculpture
In its magic, questions are punctuated with exclamation points of awe
In searching the infinity of Heaven in a night sky
An Atheist thinks of God & wonders
The night haunts me like a phantom
All her stars belong to me
I own them every one
My eyes are lit with the scattered star dust of countless ages past
You walk in my mind; my heart - just out of touch...

GLO

COMES THE STORM

© Gloria Smith 2010

Angels wings rustle through the sound of the trees
As they bend in the wind; a storm is coming
A Dove coos softly in the sighs of my heart
And the puddles on the ground reflect the tears in my eyes
A storm is coming
Confusion clouds my mind like sugar spun cotton candy thrown into the air
Multi-colored thoughts strewn everywhere for the birds to gather
For the Angels to share
A storm is here

DREAMS

© Gloria Smith 2010

I shall dream you tonight

in soft subtle shades of twilight

I will love your face

your skin

the smell of you again

The sad warm eyes that smiles never reach

the smile I love

the softness of your hair

I dare to touch you

I dare to tell you how much you mean to me

I'll kiss your name as it falls from my lips of flame...

My dreams are free

God does not charge for them

Angel whispers fill the night

I am fast becoming yesterday

I am a dream awake walking in the past

While the future rushes in

as a wave upon the shore

Washing away time upon time

Until I see you once more

GLO's Poetry