tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57929007884070456812009-09-22T05:00:43.193-07:00Paintings with words... The illumination of Soul...Miss Lisa Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01843303734967017913noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792900788407045681.post-69972278837131384712008-01-19T10:35:00.000-08:002008-01-19T10:38:59.087-08:00<strong>An Artist’s Canvas</strong><br /><br />I will not pry, nor bat an eye<br />If you decide to tell me secrets<br />Or share with me your dreams<br />I shall keep them close to me<br />And never pull them from you<br />Nor will I say you are wrong<br />To believe in yourself<br />To believe in your passion<br />I shall only feed your fires<br />And provide more fuel<br />To keep you burning<br />And burning<br />Forevermore until you are consumed<br />With knowing who you are<br />Until you have nothing more to do<br />But to re-create yourself<br />And I will be right by your side<br />Listening to your next idea<br />Preparing for the next adventure<br />Who shall we be this time?<br />And I will smile as big as the universe<br />Because I know the possibilities<br />Are endless<br />I know the importance of allowing<br />You to be endless<br />To make mistakes<br />To live however you dare to live<br />To explore all avenues of destiny and fate<br />Or to create your own<br />If you so wish to see<br />Or not see<br />But I will not speak against you<br />Nor squelch your desire to burn<br />I will not ask you not to dream<br />I will only dream along with you<br />And take your hand as we cross the<br />Boundaries<br />Dancing along the outskirts of conventional<br />Creating our next adventure<br />Who shall we be this time?<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>The Ride</strong><br /><br />I cannot stop this flow<br />Which courses through me<br />This never ending resonance<br />That pursues my soul<br />With insatiable tenacity<br />Taking me into the unimaginable<br />I ride on its back<br />My hair blowing in the wind<br />Of inspiration<br />I feel the rush of enthusiasm<br />Tickle my insides with giddiness<br />And I clutch tighter to its neck<br />Keeping the source of its power<br />Close to me<br />Until I can feel its Everything<br />Succumbing to pristine metamorphosis<br />This formidable substance<br />That continues to flow within me<br />I feel the rushing energy begin<br />To buck me off<br />I let go of the reignsI Am this flow<br /><br /><br /><strong>A Life Less Than Ordinary</strong><br /><br />I do not live my life to coordinate<br />With other people’s beliefs<br />Nor do I bend<br />And twist to fit in<br />Just to say<br />I belong with them<br />I do not judge<br />I do not preach<br />I do not criticize another’s dream<br />We are each on our own pilgrimage<br />And I would never interfere<br />With another’s road to providence<br />I have realized a splendid truth<br />There is no joy in living ordinary<br />I cannot make my Self be yours<br />And designate a name for me<br />I can only be defined by Love<br />Love is all I want to be<br />I do not ask to be bound<br />By what you think I should<br />Or shouldn’t be<br />I am a life less than perfect<br />And I know of my capability<br />I do not acknowledge boundaries<br />We only create our own<br />Shackling ourselves to mediocrity<br />There are no limitations<br />To all we can experience<br />I know my own strength<br />I do not want to fit in with them<br />Nor live my life so they are able<br />To understand Who I am<br />And Who I always want to be<br />There is no joy in living ordinary<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>I Am</strong><br /><br />I am Inspiration<br />Hear me tell of Life<br />And other things<br />The great beyond<br />Where gifts are free<br />But know you have<br />All the abilities<br />To enjoy them while<br />You are here with me<br />I am Enthusiasm<br />A fragrant emotion<br />That speaks of passion<br />An endless talent<br />You all possess<br />Yet I am ignored<br />More than the rest<br />But I am persistent<br />Not easily let go<br />I find my way back<br />Into your quiet soul<br />I am Compassion<br />An endless spirit<br />Who knows no limits<br />Does not reside in it<br />I will speak of Love<br />And amazing truth<br />You can never lose me<br />I am part of You<br /><br /><br /><strong>Cadence<br /></strong><br />Do all verses have to rhyme<br />When writing poetry?<br />Who says thoughts, and words<br />And feelings, and emotions<br />Need be contained in pentameter? <br />I’d rather let my fingers type<br />And let my mind follow close behind<br />Who needs the AABBCC<br />When there are more important<br />Things to concentrate your<br />Wandering thoughts on<br />Must I write to please the masses?<br />Or should I let my spirit fly free<br />To sprinkle bits of inspiration<br />Onto the computer screen<br />Should I worry whether you’d disagree<br />With everything I have said?<br />Who says I need to watch my words<br />Or sugarcoat reality?<br />I would rather eat my words<br />And never give them life to breathe<br />For it would only be the same<br />Fate I would be subjected to<br />If I had to keep my soul<br />In verse that rhymes containing<br />Five metrical feet<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Insomnia<br /></strong><br />I lie down on the bed<br />Listening to the sound<br />Of silence<br />And I think to myself<br />This is great<br />I don’t have to fill<br />In the spaces<br />Because I found<br />I rather like silence<br />Even if it seems<br />To be invasive<br />And seep into<br />The cracks of my walls<br />Where it lingers like<br />Old paint<br />The pale white<br />Paint that cracks<br />And peels<br />Leaving exposed rock<br /><br />After a few moments<br />I get nervous<br />Listening to myself<br />Inhale<br />Because I think<br />What if I don’t<br />Inhale<br />What if silence<br />Is all I have left<br />Will I still enjoy<br />Looking at all<br />The cracks<br />The leave behind<br />My exposed soul<br /><br />A few moments later<br />I realize<br />I rather like<br />The color of<br />Old paint<br />Even if it is fading<br />And its luster<br />Is a little dull<br />Because I still<br />Remember when<br />It was a brilliant<br />White underneath<br />I am rather fond<br />Of scrubbing<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>With Fondness</strong><br /><br />I gobbled up your words<br />Eager to be inside your head<br />To be a part of something<br />You created with your heart<br />I spent long moments reading<br />What you thought of love<br />What you thought of life<br />What you thought of religion<br />And I agreed – I still agree<br />I did not keep you there<br />Where you would have to<br />Own up to your words<br />I knew you were not able<br />But nevertheless I loved<br />Poring through miles of letters<br />Filling my curious soul with<br />What you thought of peace<br />What you thought of war<br />What you thought of relationships<br />And I agreed – I still agree<br />Every now and then I still<br />Make the effort to visit<br />Your world and experience<br />Your emotions and energy<br />Remembering to capture<br />The old moments that made<br />Me smile in appreciation<br />I will always remember<br />What you thought of dreams<br />What you thought of you<br />What you thought of me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5792900788407045681-6997227883713138471?l=lisamaepoetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Miss Lisa Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01843303734967017913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792900788407045681.post-8468624941722573472008-01-19T09:38:00.000-08:002008-01-19T09:46:40.701-08:00<strong>Self Expression<br /></strong><br />They say she dances in the moonlight<br />Dips her fingers in the black sky<br />And pulls a rainbow of diamonds<br />Out of the stars<br /><br />As each sparkled gem quivers in her hands<br />Her eyes alight with adventure<br />Burning every color of happiness<br />In each iris<br /><br />With every turn of her hip she engages<br />The wind in a mysterious symphony<br />As her languid body merges<br />With the air<br /><br />How I long to watch her play in the night<br />Feel the dampened folds of oxygen<br />Caress the tip of my nose with<br />Her sweet perfume<br /><br />With magician’s hands she heals the heart<br />Summons each fragmented soul<br />Bestowing halos atop each<br />Wounded being<br /><br />Like the room she joyously waltzes in<br />Her love is a twinkling sea of eternity<br />Cascading a shiny light which<br />Chases the dark<br /><br />As her soft footsteps collide with Evening<br />She balances gingerly upon a star<br />Lovingly kissing the top of<br />The Universe<br /><br />What makes her skip when everyone’s looking?<br />What song vibrates within her cells?<br />How can she keep the tempo strong?<br />How long will she carry on?<br /><br />Nevertheless, she dances in the blackened night<br />Extracts jewels out of crushing stone<br />Waltzes to a different tune<br />Smiles at the world<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>A Tree Without Roots Has Character<br /></strong><br />There stood a tree outside my window<br />Whose delicate branches held precious<br />Blossoms of the finest gold<br />Fragrant bulbs of sweet nectar hung from each twig<br />Bearing succulent fruit during Spring<br />And shedding boughs of Hope in Winter<br /><br />I watched this tree make changes most of my life<br />Gathering strength as it provided shade<br />And blocked the sun from burning skin<br />Its leaves in Fall would gently sprinkle<br />The ground in russet shades<br />Filling the air with the smell of rebirth<br /><br />And when the frost settled heavily in its bones<br />I smiled in awe as it stood unmoved or shaken<br />Defying the freezing winds and laughing<br />In the face of ice and storms<br />Although I heard the breaking of branches<br />Each snap was not as loud as the first<br /><br />Season after season it changed its shape<br />Growing taller with each passing day<br />Filling my life with childish imaginations<br />And secret adventures and games of play<br />Until it stood majestic in a coat of green<br />As though it carried life itself<br /><br />One day when winds had reached its peak<br />I found my tree bent mysteriously low<br />Never having seen it succumb before, I panicked<br />Wondering if this was the end of Dignity<br />But just as I rushed to touch the tip of its hair<br />It sprung back up as though it were merely sleeping<br /><br />I was surprised to find my tree had no roots<br />As my eyes traveled the length of its trunk<br />They stopped to rest at a pool of rich soil—undisturbed<br />My mouth hung open as I stared in shock<br />This magnificent tree whose branches used to hold me up<br />Stood tall only because of sheer Will<br /><br />So this tree without roots became my lesson in life<br />When the weather is determined to break my limbs<br />I have only to remember to stand against the force<br />And bend when the fierce wind gathers speed<br />Make changes when the Seasons call for transition<br />Continue to produce blossoms and the fruit of life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5792900788407045681-846862494172257347?l=lisamaepoetry.blogspot.com'/></div>Miss Lisa Maehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01843303734967017913noreply@blogger.com0