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May 13, 2013

RaysOfLight

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Thank YouFriends #1
Do ya need help now?
Who are you gonna call first?
Who will you allow?

Friends #2
I need a shoulder,
a safe place to shed some tears.
I can count on you.

Friends #3
I am here for you,
no matter what you do.
I’ll always stand true.

Thanks to you all for befriending and ‘following’ me through this month as I developed my ‘poetic voice’. Thanks especially to those of you who left comments and those who nominated me for awards. I’m sorry time didn’t allow me to follow the process, but I promise after I catch up on a week’s worth of lost sleep I’ll properly thank you and pay it all forward.

I have enjoyed the process this month, and it has achieved what–I believe–it was designed for: to give the creative juices a big kick in the butt and get them activated again. And it has certainly worked for me! I’ve posted more in this month than I’ve posted in the last three years. I’m going to work very hard to keep this level of productivity going.

All the best to each and every one of you,

Vickie

Sorry my friends, I have been off line for several days due to a month end crush to get some things completed. ARGH!! Now I have about 30 minutes to get three days worth of poetry out, along with photos, etc.

Well, no need to panic, a girl can only do what a girl can do so…..sit back, take a deep breath, and let my mind run free…..

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Horse Haiku #1, ‘Full Alert’
‘Full Alert’ is my horse,
aptly named for attitude,
and size of her ears.

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Horse Haiku #2, ‘Full Radar Alert’
This foal was born tall,
Couldn’t find her grocery stores.
Could use a ‘Radar’.

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Horse Haiku #3, ‘Full Tesla’
Third generation,
Elegantly electric.
‘Tesla’ says it all.


Ode to Monster Kitty
Something has happened to my soft gray buddy,
he’s been missing in action for quite a while.
I’ve looked and called to no avail,
no answer is found, no sign of his long tail.

Found alone and crying in the middle of a field,
wet and cold after an especially heavy rain,
Monster Kitty was about the size of a mouse-
a soft, gray ball of wet fur yelling in hunger-
tiny, vulnerable, and screaming his outrage.

Light as a feather and barely able to see,
already he was a miniature fighter with fists waving,
ready to take on the world and size be damned,
Hissing at my approach, warning my dark shadow
that he was tough and would fight to the death.

He grew from finger-sized to super-sized,
with a tail that he carried high in the air
a long gray monkey tail of defiance,
at once a challenge and an announcement
that Monster Kitty had arrived on the scene.

As he grew from tiny kitten to gangly catten,
he murdered scarves, attacked shiny dust motes,
and annoyed the hell out of older Ezaroo cat.
A fearless king of the house from the beginning,
he was not above stealing Rally’s dog food.

In his Catten years he was a quality entertainer,
dragging hair ties and pillows around the house,
laying in wait around every corner to attack,
climbing the tree to the sunny apartment roof,
then leaping to a cushion held over my head.

Monster Kitty was an extraordinary cat,
curious about everything and always learning.
He learned to open drawers while I was at work
and reclaimed all his toys from their hiding places,
then brought them to drop on my keyboard with glee.

His energy seemed unlimited–especially at night,
when I was combination trampoline and launch pad.
Never especially affectionate, but still my friend,
he was often opinionated and quick with claws,
but when he allowed a cuddle I felt blessed.

Monster Kitty, your loss is a shadow on my heart.
I miss hearing you run on the roof like an elephant
as you blasted around chasing mice for hours.
I wonder where you are, and what you’re doing now.
You’re such a handsome boy, did you find safety?
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MamaCat

Expectant Felines
Expectant Felines
find comfort in strange places
just before birthing.

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Newborn Kittens
Staggering fur balls,
strange mewling, sucking noises;
new kittens nursing.

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Kittens
Seems to me that kittens
romp like crazy between feeds,
then sleep in soft balls.

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Catten
Cattens spend their time
practicing mouse destruction
on other cattens.

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Cats
Cats sleep in the sink,
and tell wild tales every night
of their catten days.

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Failing Dog

My dog loves me well,

this even strangers can tell.

but she is not well.

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Dog Healer

God made dogs so kind

’cause people have broken minds;

their souls dogs will find.

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Dog Love

Love shines from dogs’ eyes

while family ignores them.

And hearts are hungry.

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Spending in the USA

Rather than putting our country in debt,
even more than it has already dug itself,
spending taxes on foreign lands,
housing other countries, feeding them,
medicating them, repairing cities;
why not turn all those funds back
to projects our country desperately needs?

We have jobless, homeless, hungry here.
We have empty factories, vacant malls,
sick who need medical care,
veterans who live in cardboard boxes,
polluted water, falling bridges,
a collapsing economy that can’t continue
spending outside our country, building debt.

When will it end?
When will the light shine?
When will We The People take a stand?
For what once was a country with presence and pride?

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This is dedicated to Doug.
 You’re right. Words have power.
Once spoken they resonate forever.
No matter what the future brings, you will always be a part of me. 

 I Love You

“I love you.”

The words are difficult to speak at first.
Three small words.

The meaning varies so much
from person to person,
from situation to situation.

“I love you.”

The words rarely mean the same thing to one
as they do to another.
They change, forever, the temper of a relationship.

They bare my soul and give you power….
power to accept or to refuse,
power to bring great joy, or great pain.

They present my open heart to you,
show my trust and faith in the possible,
ask for the possibility of trust and faith in return.

They offer my willingness to share intimacy,
physical, spiritual, and mental;
my innermost thoughts and beliefs,
desires, pains, memories, joys and triumphs.

They speak of my loneliness,
my selfish need to feel cherished,
my need to be allowed to protect and hold sacred
the heart I see in you.

They beg the questions:

“May I share your dreams?”
“Would you consider building a future with me?”
“Is there an empty place in your life and heart
that has been waiting for my life and heart,
as mine waits for yours?”

With these three small words
come small sharp shards of fear….
fear of rejection,
fear of disinterest,
fear that a heart that has never had love returned,
a heart so deprived,
may never trust,
never accept,
never open.

Still, I take this step forward to you.

I reveal my soul, my heart.
I oil the rusted bars and throw open the fortress door.
I give you the key with these three words:

“I love you.”

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Trust a Dove
‘Tis a long sad tale I’m here to tell
of five lost years in the depths of hell.
Many friends, who knew me well,
know of events that wove the spell
and locked me in a self-made cell
through five long years of dark unwell.

The gate, locked tight through all those years,
was covered with rust of lost hopes and fears.
Emotions were draped in thin veneers
while wistful fingers held souvenirs;
memories of smiles from long past years.
My eyes often leaked scalding tears.

But years flow past and all the while
in a labeled box there grows a file
of every step taken, each memoried mile,
all carefully stacked, labeled and filed.
While I walked backwards across dark isle,
My life has morphed to a brand new style.

For long years past, blow by blow,
romance came in books starring handsome beau,
who lived on a hill in a quaint chateaux
with a deep dark past and an evil foe.
All desire I gave up, I’d rather not know
the feel inside of a heart all aglow.

But in through my cloud, all dusty with soot
came a dove for my heart and away it flew.
No, I wasn’t worried because I knew
that my heart was shriveled, dried through and through.
So the bird took my heart but I could make do
’cause who needs a heart with a blind point of view.

More months passed and a knight did I meet,
emotionally tired from recent defeat,
when down swooped that bird, dropped my heart at his feet!
I expected to see a hasty retreat,
instead, our eyes met, my heart started to beat.
He bent down for a kiss, thank you God, life is sweet.

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