he keeps on knocking
he wants to come in...
her heart still blocking
no matter, what past, sin
she gets no glare, a stare
love in her heart was stolen
by one who does not care
swim and swims the ocean
faster and faster, drown
reaching, her heart taken
closes all doors, all 'lown
still numb, stoic, forsaken
he keeps on knocking
he wants to come in...
her heart still locking
no matter, what past, sin
knowing, your tall thin
stays in waiting, alone
in her mind, how's he been
prays his heart of stone
would relight their cords
with hers, living with
fingernails on boards
rough edges and pith
wanting him back, see
still, waiting by the sea
thinking about you and me
see she now is the 'lown.
Urban dictionary: Lown***kinder form of clown.
Friday, June 27, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Life Is Not..Sorry
Coming to see, and maybe to be,
Liking what I see, seems right to me.
Slim, trim as a tree, green as a pea,
Why he likes brie, even pretends
to like my art and poetry; wine,
and thinks I am stunning, it was
all for a muse. Thought a cause
good; to return to humanity to be
if only maybe, someone to love me?
obtuse it was so hid and sublime.
A year flew by and it was exhausting.
no time to show what I want is pleasing
to me. Just all the how to-s, his teasing.
Seems his maturity is still in schooling.
Just settle for everything seeming fine;
to my surprise and I could not even see:
let me say a lot more was in my head, gee.
Throughout this ordeal I was the greenly.
Just a game is what I was a last minute tea.
It was serious for me! To try one last time.
How could he know, to be one of the boys
you hurt the woman, treat them like toys.
All the while his controls were only ploys.
Almost; all out I went, now spent, my joys.
Stunning poet, left numb, should be a crime.
Sharon Rose T. ©
Liking what I see, seems right to me.
Slim, trim as a tree, green as a pea,
Why he likes brie, even pretends
to like my art and poetry; wine,
and thinks I am stunning, it was
all for a muse. Thought a cause
good; to return to humanity to be
if only maybe, someone to love me?
obtuse it was so hid and sublime.
A year flew by and it was exhausting.
no time to show what I want is pleasing
to me. Just all the how to-s, his teasing.
Seems his maturity is still in schooling.
Just settle for everything seeming fine;
to my surprise and I could not even see:
let me say a lot more was in my head, gee.
Throughout this ordeal I was the greenly.
Just a game is what I was a last minute tea.
It was serious for me! To try one last time.
How could he know, to be one of the boys
you hurt the woman, treat them like toys.
All the while his controls were only ploys.
Almost; all out I went, now spent, my joys.
Stunning poet, left numb, should be a crime.
Sharon Rose T. ©
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Not really Shoes
You are indeed one of my fav'e,
Worn, I know, cure my blues.
Like at first site so to say.
Plain and comfortable, zips
Very tall, just a lot like me.
Just like my man, tall pips.
Worry totally out of my tree.
Should have bought two pair!
The mileage has me burdened.
Wonderful leather, people stare.
Hoping to find you soon, again
Every time you are worn thinner.
Smooth leather best, cow grain!
Greatest, got to find the winner!
Once a week, you get your turn.
May have been a sweet gift.
The sweetest at marvel bargain.
When you run out, I'll be in twist.
Just a plain jest, about tall me.
Soon I will have to again buy!
We have travelled the country.
Now the price four times, high!
Sharon Rose T. ©
pic by Sharon Rose T ©
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Romancing Stone
Chivalrous heroes jaunt,
occultist Virgil
Aeneid’s title haunt.
Naked cleansing with strigil,
this queen’s passions daunt.
Blooming renewal, regenerations
greenery and nestings continue.
Rebellions, birthing new nations.
Her prospects continue to ensue;
several end in stagnations.
As she aches for her king, spent
unable to be moved; rainy season
passion wanes with lament.
Confides with her sister of reason,
this queen wants it all, ‘Clark Kent’,
‘total package’ no consorts! Screech!
Is it possible, just slow paces, like an
exotic novel just out of her reach!
Illusive lover, form him, His plan
wings of angels, Song of Songs, speech,
praying for her admirer.
Begin Dog Days, met ardor
possible suitor, respectful enquirer.
His preoccupation, modernize his Tudor,
Seeking companion, from his decipher.
This suitor melts her indifferent stone.
‘Not Quite Her Old Love’, she sits ashore,
‘Friendship, Temperate, Wetlands’, intone.
Away he goes, she hears never more…
Dozens of suitors, stroll to woo in Arctic zone.
‘Stunning’, his word upon their departure!
Motionless, frozen in sidereal, final news.
“You are the only redeeming feature,
of my exploits,” he pens. Further, he woos,
“I would like to see you again.” Pure
honest desire for the raconteur,
‘a naturally beautiful woman,’ in fall.
Ahh! Shem Creek, beauty, God’s grandeur!
Football, fireworks…’one moment’ tops them all!
Sunsets of tangerines in puddles; in September.
The queen, the lady will submit; to her new king,
wonderful nightfall, music plays, gingerly
Dear Heart with ‘One Deciding Kiss’ melts, pulsing
heart to flesh and butterscotch. Tenderly
taming, his queen’s passion to lady with covering.
Sharon Rose T. ©2011
Virgil ancient writer: 70–19 E.B.C.
Aeneid ; Writing from Virgil considered to be used
by some occultist as a bible of sorts.
Clark Kent is a movie characters name in Superman.
Song of Songs is a Book in Christian bible.
Dog Days refer to August in summer.
*Not Quite Her Old Love, Friendship, Temperate,
Wetlands, Ahh! Shem Creek, One Deciding Kiss all
Poems from seasideauthor dot wordpress dot com.
My other sites. This is a summation of sorts.
occultist Virgil
Aeneid’s title haunt.
Naked cleansing with strigil,
this queen’s passions daunt.
Blooming renewal, regenerations
greenery and nestings continue.
Rebellions, birthing new nations.
Her prospects continue to ensue;
several end in stagnations.
As she aches for her king, spent
unable to be moved; rainy season
passion wanes with lament.
Confides with her sister of reason,
this queen wants it all, ‘Clark Kent’,
‘total package’ no consorts! Screech!
Is it possible, just slow paces, like an
exotic novel just out of her reach!
Illusive lover, form him, His plan
wings of angels, Song of Songs, speech,
praying for her admirer.
Begin Dog Days, met ardor
possible suitor, respectful enquirer.
His preoccupation, modernize his Tudor,
Seeking companion, from his decipher.
This suitor melts her indifferent stone.
‘Not Quite Her Old Love’, she sits ashore,
‘Friendship, Temperate, Wetlands’, intone.
Away he goes, she hears never more…
Dozens of suitors, stroll to woo in Arctic zone.
‘Stunning’, his word upon their departure!
Motionless, frozen in sidereal, final news.
“You are the only redeeming feature,
of my exploits,” he pens. Further, he woos,
“I would like to see you again.” Pure
honest desire for the raconteur,
‘a naturally beautiful woman,’ in fall.
Ahh! Shem Creek, beauty, God’s grandeur!
Football, fireworks…’one moment’ tops them all!
Sunsets of tangerines in puddles; in September.
The queen, the lady will submit; to her new king,
wonderful nightfall, music plays, gingerly
Dear Heart with ‘One Deciding Kiss’ melts, pulsing
heart to flesh and butterscotch. Tenderly
taming, his queen’s passion to lady with covering.
Sharon Rose T. ©2011
Virgil ancient writer: 70–19 E.B.C.
Aeneid ; Writing from Virgil considered to be used
by some occultist as a bible of sorts.
Clark Kent is a movie characters name in Superman.
Song of Songs is a Book in Christian bible.
Dog Days refer to August in summer.
*Not Quite Her Old Love, Friendship, Temperate,
Wetlands, Ahh! Shem Creek, One Deciding Kiss all
Poems from seasideauthor dot wordpress dot com.
My other sites. This is a summation of sorts.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Out of Time!
Sharon Rose T. ©
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
‘Buckets’ still full!
Unfulfilled dreams,
One’s shift passes,
Limits aged body.
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
Suddenly present.
Fragile timid fear,
One’s shift passes,
Importance is left.
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
Out of sorts and wants.
Weary empty line,
One’s shift passes,
Wake up! Wake Up!
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
Do it! Do it! Now!
Empty your ‘bucket’,
One’s shift passes,
Run to it! Run to it!
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
Adventuring today.
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
‘Buckets’ still full!
Unfulfilled dreams,
One’s shift passes,
Limits aged body.
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
Suddenly present.
Fragile timid fear,
One’s shift passes,
Importance is left.
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
Out of sorts and wants.
Weary empty line,
One’s shift passes,
Wake up! Wake Up!
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
Do it! Do it! Now!
Empty your ‘bucket’,
One’s shift passes,
Run to it! Run to it!
Time and time again,
One’s shift passes,
Adventuring today.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thinking About You And Me...
Sharon Rose T. ©
Sad for me and sorry for you,
Away up there you flew,
Alone here I had to stay.
Thinking about you and me.
I still miss you and sorry to say,
Good times are few,
Difficult times are here everyday.
Thinking about you and me.
I know how many times I told you,
Even now I can feel our closeness anew,
Tears in my heart formed to clay.
Thinking about you and me.
Telling and loving you each day now hell to pay,
When I think about you I just stew,
I still love you in an odd sort of way.
Thinking about you and me.
Rolling over you are knowing I don't have what was due,
I guess His closeness we knew,
No one alive knows Him like you saying, okay!
Thinking about you and me.
Torn in my soul I am afraid to pray,
My heart left loose and is now sinew,
Tough as stone and lonely too.
Thinking about you and me.
Not as wise as you I had no clue,
Guard your heart or your tongue chew,
You were right there is none like you.
Thinking about you and me.
Remembering your large white smile with that manly sashay,
Moving through life hearing His que,
Storms here might start to brew.
Thinking about you and me.
Least of all mentally and physically true,
This time of year is definitely the wind of Him always blew,
This year all is askew,
Thinking about you and me.
Life has become so gray,
Wish you were here as life on earth is a real zoo,
If you were here you just say pugh.
Thinking about you and me.
Although since you have been adieu,
A new mate I did accrue,
Sad for me and sorry for you.
Thinking about you and me.
I still remember your bouquet,
No untoward characters did you portray,
Life is in such a disarray.
Thinking about you and me.
Never did you let anything misconstrue,
Guess it is time for him to see the true-view,
We must count on him to sweep through.
Thinking about you and me.
Still smelling eucalyptus and spray,
Helping my gasping with breezes too,
Burdens of my heart you weigh.
Thinking about you and me.
Sad for me and sorry for you,
Away up there you flew,
Alone here I had to stay.
Thinking about you and me.
I still miss you and sorry to say,
Good times are few,
Difficult times are here everyday.
Thinking about you and me.
I know how many times I told you,
Even now I can feel our closeness anew,
Tears in my heart formed to clay.
Thinking about you and me.
Telling and loving you each day now hell to pay,
When I think about you I just stew,
I still love you in an odd sort of way.
Thinking about you and me.
Rolling over you are knowing I don't have what was due,
I guess His closeness we knew,
No one alive knows Him like you saying, okay!
Thinking about you and me.
Torn in my soul I am afraid to pray,
My heart left loose and is now sinew,
Tough as stone and lonely too.
Thinking about you and me.
Not as wise as you I had no clue,
Guard your heart or your tongue chew,
You were right there is none like you.
Thinking about you and me.
Remembering your large white smile with that manly sashay,
Moving through life hearing His que,
Storms here might start to brew.
Thinking about you and me.
Least of all mentally and physically true,
This time of year is definitely the wind of Him always blew,
This year all is askew,
Thinking about you and me.
Life has become so gray,
Wish you were here as life on earth is a real zoo,
If you were here you just say pugh.
Thinking about you and me.
Although since you have been adieu,
A new mate I did accrue,
Sad for me and sorry for you.
Thinking about you and me.
I still remember your bouquet,
No untoward characters did you portray,
Life is in such a disarray.
Thinking about you and me.
Never did you let anything misconstrue,
Guess it is time for him to see the true-view,
We must count on him to sweep through.
Thinking about you and me.
Still smelling eucalyptus and spray,
Helping my gasping with breezes too,
Burdens of my heart you weigh.
Thinking about you and me.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
A Juniper
Major discoveries, enlighten with the Juniper
Deliberate, family action moves forward To nourish with love and feasting
Discoveries at Juniper a fountain
The Juniper vine is blooming
Sigh of relief for the Juniper will go on
Deliberate, family action moves forward To nourish with love and feasting
Discoveries at Juniper a fountain
Deliberate distractions are sent
Together they intervene
Restore and resetting a broken heart
Deliberate water and new beginnings
Ones to Intervene is found anew
Friends and families love to nourish
Ones to Intervene is found anew
Friends and families love to nourish
Living Juniper to flourish
Deliberate care and doting
Conversations intervene and shining
Light to nourish and darkness fleeing
The flowering Juniper strengthening
More conversations intervene questioning
Ahh, she is breathing and is nourishing
Deliberate pleasantries are restoring
No longer ignoring, conversations intervene
Nourish life, as it is always fragile.
poem Sharon Rose T. ©
Discoveries October 4, 2008
Discoveries October 4, 2008
Juniper October 7, 2008 Both Photos FLCKR
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