The first time

I will never forget the first time I ever saw you.
I remember where it was exactly.
I recall looking up when you walked into the room.
We looked at each other even before we were introduced.

It was a side-ward look you were speaking to John.
I think you noticed me too I couldn't look at you directly.
I was mesmerized by you, you seemed to fill the room.
You took my breath away from that first moment.

I was barley out of my teens this had never happened before.
Must have felt a bit guilty, but nothing could stop that feeling.
Who was this person that caught my wandering eye.
My heart was already taken or so I thought but I was wrong.

That-glance was the start of something That I didn't understand.
That Hospital visiting room where your sight captured my interest.
Love at first sight Maybe but Neither of us would know this yet.
You walked into my life that night and I never forgot you.

I do not  recall how the other events between us came to pass.
I recall you started spending time with our little group.
I recall being jealous at you leaving with another girl.
We had been in my apartment and you both left at the same time.

I  remember we were hanging out and you two seemed to click.
Both of you were into similar things and I was seething in anger
I was upset by this but couldn't say anything you weren't mine.
Then when you left seemly together I was livid.

From the first time we saw each other there was something there.
I don't know if you recall any of this at all.
I cant put words or feelings into you about how it happened.
I may not have loved you at first sight but I felt you in my soul.

Not the only thing I love

I have fallen hard Babe. You have a bit of a rival.
I have fallen for thoughts put down on paper.
I have fallen for ideas that speak ones mind.
I have fallen for  short and long pages,
yellow and wrinkled brittle to the touch.

The masters of emotion that express through
the mighty pen.
That makes me say I know your words I feel them.
Common  ideas seen out of anothers vision
through ones own eyes .
How my heart  swells  with hunger reading slowly.
To digest every last word placed to tell a story.

Bravo you know your poets well.
Teach me my hunger for poetry grows.

Namaste Maestro

Sweet Sweet Words

From sweetheart to goddess this is how he refers to me.
At first it seemed strange  he's trying too hard I thought.
Does he know who he's talking to I wondered.
He's  just trying to act romantic playing games.
How can a man just toss those words out at me.

From the minute he emailed me back beautiful words.
Hello Hello Hello and a poem I quite didn't understand .
Reread it a few times and understood it's message.
Beautiful words praying I had been cared for in my life.

Such lovely poems he would send me wow I thought.
Not written by his hand but they left me breathless.
The what seemed on point accuracy in their messages.
Where the hell was he finding them had he read them before.

I am taken aback at the way he speaks to me.
Talking to me in a voice filled with tenderness.
As if I was a special person to him how could this be.
Kid gloves worn ever so kind and loving towards me.

He calls me sweetheart, sweet lips, a brilliant light.
I have grown to believe those words he calls me.
A man who's shyness kept his hearts secret hidden.
Didn't tell of his love for me long ago missed connection.

That love remained his words to  me show me this.
Still can't quite stop smiling like a fool at all this.
Yes I am his sweetheart ,goddess  or what ever he feels.
He has gotten to me I surrender to his sweet sweet words.

Remember

I would like to think our bodies will remember.
When we finally make love again.
That it will not feel strange for you to feel my skin.
Or new to run my fingertips on your face and kiss your lips.
We never forgot does that mean we remember ?

Will our bodies sear and burn from the start .
Or will it be a slow tango all carefully danced.
Will we ever find that bliss again.
OH MEMORY don't fail us let it be so.
Let this be as tender as we recalled.

I would like to feel I know this answer.
But I am not alone in this I cannot predict you.
Don't won't  even try this is my delima.
I hope that our bodies remember so I can believe.
Remembering  was an invitation to look .

An invitation to what our souls knew all along.
My heart is  enlightened to the promise of nothing.
Yet memory and time have held their ground.
And remembering held us hostage to what if.
Memory is strong here we remember it all.

Poets

I just read a poem I wished I could have written.
Her way with words speaks to my heart.
Her on point observations her  unfiltered lines.
The messages she sends the thoughts she prevokes.
She is so young but her soul is old she teaches me.

Poetry has alway called to me hidden messages.
Like the lyrics of songs the poets words are felt by me.
They comfort at times looking for an answer that isn't there.
Seeking a thought to sooth at times of unease.
Finding the lines that can steer you home again safe.

I have read rich rich  words written by an old master.
He speaks of the simplicity of life love and the heavens.
His undying love of the universe unleashed for all to know.
His lessons so sweet honey falls from their sight.
Beautiful mantras to sing to ourselves that teach us.

I have written so many lines that map who I am.
They are born from my soul and felt in my heart.
Admissions from inside poring out to the page.
Existing in front of your eyes to read and digest.
I now live imortalized in lines of truth written by my hand.

The poets comes out of us blessed with this mighty gift .
We are here to let out thoughts that stir us stir you.
Putting them down before they drive us to madness.
We share our souls we share our dreams we share ourselves.
This passion for our words our thoughts is what we are.
Poets

Don't Say

Don't tell me about your feelings for I feel too.
Don't say what was left unsaid for I know already.
Don't list all the reasons that are keeping you from me.
Don't  say those wonderful things my ears have heard from you.

Too late you have stated so much truthfully.
You have broken my heart wide open each time.
Each word you've said digested into its beating self.
They lay in its embrace never to be let go.

Don't speak of the desire that grows in us both.
Don't speak of sitting near me in wonderful embrace.
Don't remind me of your lips like honey to my tounge.
Don't let me forget your arms that held  me near.

Yes there are many reasons to just put this away.
To the safe place where it lay in wait for so long.
But we have been awoken to a promise still unknown.
Ours eyes still adjusting to what is to be done.

Don't tell me that you loved me so very long ago.
Don't remind me that I felt the same at least in my soul.
Don't speak out those regrets they lay in their graves.
Don't say you wanted me for I wanted  you too.

Let's just take this as  a blessing  no matter the pain.
For another chance is not to come this is when now.
This gift we have found is the answer to our sorrows.
Don't shouldn't interfere  in what is preordained

I need not hear the words that already lay in side .
The ones that say impossible  for that is not the case.
Carefully we go about our days filled with the yearning.
Trying  not to lose our minds speaking words of love.

Don't say what is not needed the words will fall away.
Don't lie to yourself this cannot be stopped.
We have no choice but to walk the path before us.
The road not level but we will not fall.

Don't give in to fear just let love be.

Once again

Once again I am up at  an unreasonable  hour.
Been awake awhile just being calm and happy.
Here you are again embracing my soul.
I shouldn't say again your presence  never leaves me.
As I know mine never leaves your side.

Going over in my head the words you spoke to me.
The masked omissions of what should not be spoken.
Hidden meanings let out in the mellow voice I love.
Saying what can be said only wishing for more.
Letting me know things that need not be known.

I wake becouse  I'm fulfilled rested of the past.
Grateful of the strength  I have gained from you.
Honored by the knowledge  you need me as much.
That I can bring some light into your existence.
That our lives paths have crossed once again.

Momets the few we have had are cherished.
Not just me thinking about them in my mind.
The  Sillyness  and the seriousness  can  coexist.
New smiles forming on our faces and our souls.
For what ever comes is fated we just wait to see.

Once again I wake early well rested is my soul.
My body craving what ever today will bring.
Excited by the serinity  of just being in the momet.
Life has brought us time not rushed any longer.
Time to relish in this exquisite bond that it created.

FAMILY

The kid gloves are off around here.
When I use to say nothing I defended my beliefs  today.
An argument  with my kids about life just plain life.
It wasn't ugly though it was healing in its own way.
Words hurled but full of love, of caring ,of family.

A family still learning to be happy at last.
This all didn't affect just me hard fact to digest.
It affected us all  in various degrees  of impact.
We wernt torn apart we were bonded even more.
We went through my marriage together.

Life threw us some bad times things are not easy.
But we are family and that's what matter most.
So things can blow up should blow up let it out.
We are learning our triggers allowed to  vent.
Such a normal thing speak your minds be heard.

We're learning to listen and respect each other.
We chose to stay together to help each other.
Changes aren't easy but needed to be who we are.
Let go of the responsibility no longer needed.
Do for ourselves and help each other at the same time.

This is what my family is learning strength in love.
That loving and being who we independently  are.
Respecting our choices in life without question.
Grow as individuals  and follow your calling.
Follow your dreams whatever they may be.

That is my family.
I love them all

The momet my heart knew

It's funny this thing we call Love.
How it all just happens how ones feelings just melt.
How it can happen slowly for some.
How it can devour our being so profoundly over time.
Planting its seed inside us hopefully never to die.

Time is spent pondering is this the one.
Silent ever so careful hearts wispering is  this love.
Afraid to be voiced out loud as if it's sound is sacred.
It chants in a rythum beating within  our hearts.
Waiting for comformation to be said to be shared.

For others it's so sudden it's impact so strong and direct.
Cupids  arrows hitting their marks swiftly.
Into a blissfully  sudden jolt not to be ignored.
Shaking our very souls to a core of pure joy.
Hitting its target directly with just one shot.

The time it' takes to know is of no importance.
We must be oh so certian of its fragile apearance.
Trusting each other to be our shelter in this world.
Seeking a home for the span of time named forever.
Its doors wide open inviting us into its warmth.

For me love was planted so long ago so deeply.
The momet my heart knew what my mind didn't see.
The momet my soul found its other half it's twin.
The stolen momet lying so near I could feel your breath.
Wispering lovely words tenderly expressed so softly.

That was the momet when love krept inside of me.
Silent and still but strong enough for time to shield it.
For this love was  not to be felt quite yet not then.
But I am certian now that's  when it happened.
Our souls and hearts spoke the words that day.

This is the one just wait this is the one.

To J. L. M.
WHO KNEW IT WAY BACK THEN.