What Can I Do

Procrastination is the root of all procrastination…

Posted by calensariel in Blogging, Challenges, Prompts & Exercises, Reflections, Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018

The poem here is a rewrite of a very old poem of mine, I’d like to thank Calen of,

calensariel for her support and encouragement to present this piece of mine, which I thought was just a poem of jumbled emotions. Oh, and the answer to all of my procrastinating way back then, I decided to keep her at home, and we lived happily ever after. I didn’t listen to the advice of others, and in the end it was the best decision of my life, for me and for her …xx There’s a song to go with it, which coincidently came out after I wrote my poem….. Attached below. The above featured picture was taken years after I had happily decided to keep her at home for the rest of her life……(She passed 9 months after this beautiful picture was taken, with her glorious “everlasting smile”. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/everlasting-smile/

What Can I Do

What am I expected to do

When is so much, too much to do

Why am I so scared, what can I do

What is the future, for me and for you

How will I say, I’m too tired for you

When is the day, to tell you

Will I hurt too much, to be without you

How will I know, when the time’s due

Why is it so, what can I do

Where is the place, I’m putting you

Why am I frightened, no, no, not easy to do

When I finally have to, and don’t want to

Who am I, to have this over you

What is the answer, for me and for you

Now or never, could that be true

How by myself, I’ll never be able to

3.2.1. Quote Me! (Topic: Literature)

Thank you Laura Denise of , https://ardorsgarden.wordpress.com for creating and selecting me to play in 3.2.1. Quote Me! I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our in-depth conversation about the changing attitudes toward poetry and literature.
Literature is now the topic for this fun extension! Grab a quote about literature off Google or share your own wisdom. Create your own post or comment and tag.
My two aphorisms I’m contributing to the theme are…

Not all literature is perfect, none of us are perfect – Ivor Steven

Stories emanate from the heart. Literature lives in every heartbeat – Ivor Steven

Here are the game guidelines:
1. Thank the Selector
2. Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
3. Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
Play with us,

Claudia, at Humoring The Goddess

Marta, at Moments

Sara, at SarainLaLaLand

Sailing By

Gone, a day, weeks, years

Gone, sailing by, lonely nights

Gone, sailing by, the good times

Gone, the years of a life-time

What’s the difference between desire and passion

What’s the chance of finding one in billion

There’s millions in the oceans of the world

There’s thousands of beats to every new heart

What’s the difference between love and pain

What’s the chance of falling in love again

There’s millions of stars in the Milky-Way

There’s hundreds of dreams about love yesterday

What’s the difference between the sea and the sky

What’s the chance of sharing the horizon in July

There’s no answers to your questions

There’s months’ of wonders in the four seasons

Whats the difference the calm and the storm

What’s the chance of being forever warm

There’s dozens of lies before the truth

There were two lives’ under your roof

Gone, a day, weeks, years

Gone, sailing by, your soft nights

Gone, sailing by, the good times

Gone, the years of your lifetime

Downhill Run

A dreamy love poem I wrote in May 2018, which was published by Prolific Pulse Press, in their Anthology Heart Beats, edited by Lisa Tomey.
https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Beats-Anthology-Lisa-Tomey/dp/1736562002

Downhill Run

I was dreaming

Plotting and scheming

Following you skiing

Running the slope, gliding

Twists and twirls

Loops and hoops

Our hearts were racing

Downhill and dancing

Spirals and swirls

Joyous smiles

Swishing faster and faster

Swooping last to first

Silver and gold

Winners and grinners

Your curls unfurl

Ruby hair unfolds

Beauty I behold

Frozen bliss

We kiss

Soul to soul

Tit Bits #9

I’ve a red-hot poker in my belly

I’m bleeding fiery ember ashes

Choking my blackened reality

Blinded by my burning eyelashes

…….

Please don’t kick me

Pick me up, I’m free

Carry me one more mile

My stone-face will smile

…….

Green blankets everything

Under our earth’s blue sky

From here to your side

…….

May you balance like a petite ballerina

Toe-pointing your way through the tulips

May you taste fragrances of truth and pleasure

Tip-toeing gently upon your goddesses flower

Behind Closed Doors, Poems That Mean Nothing To Me Anymore.

What door have you closed
in your life, and why?
Will you ever open it again?

Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 20, Posted by calensariel in Blogging

Neverland

Never again I say

Do I give my heart away

That’s the way my life may stay

Words will be left here today

Wasted in their disarray

Abandoned yesterday

Tit Bits #8

My morning shines golden sunrays

Your poem debuts my day

My lips do quietly say

Your silent words are here to stay

…….

Words Of reality you rhymed

Recalling life’s ebbs and flows

Like the sands of time

Warm between your toes

…….

Cruising on the winds of time

Messages of love and rhyme

Observing bodies entwined

Upon every moonlit line.

…….

I’ve a terrible dilemma

My memory’s long and vivid

Wishing for many more to come

I suppose I’ll have to march on

Into the future and enjoy the show

Leave behind what’s buried in snow

…….

Green covers everything

Green’s the colour of spring

Green makes my heart sing

Green’s the sparkle on my angels’ wings

What Has He Done !!

Please read if you are concerned at what’s going on, and how Europe feels about America. A very interesting article.

We Have Met The Enemy …

Secrets Of Mine

Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 19. Posted by calensariel in Blogging

“What have you done
that no one knows about?”

When I was ten and brave

I climbed our tree, a giant Peppercorn

Nearly midnight, and I clambered stark naked.

Maybe it was a full-moon

When I was fourteen and timid

I quickly kissed the girl next door

Under a midday sun, bashfully red-faced

Maybe it was spring-time

When I was seventeen, my voice had broken

I met a gorgeous school girl

I’d walk her home, hand in hand, and in love

I shyly asked her to marry me

She was wiser than me, and said no

I was young and naive

When I was twenty-six and carefree

I married the girl of my dreams

We needed shelter and a home

I went to the local bank for a loan

I lied to the manager and declared assets falsely

We moved into our house, and lived happily ever-after

In My Time

A sincere thank you to Colleen of Chatterblog, for inspiring me to write these few simple words about my childhood days, via a recent gorgeous post https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2018/05/03/if-you-didnt-ever/

In my time

trees I did climb

played hide and seek

always had a peak

went to the park

’til after dark

built my own fort

enjoyed my sport

day dreamed in class

smart enough to pass

nicked my brothers shoes

teased my sister too

In my time

I laughed with you