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I’m sorry again

They were late, it’s typical

Of your little sis.

 

Not a reflection

Of the way i feel about you.

Just me being me.

 

Hope this year brings you

So much more joy than sadness.

And that you had cake.

 

–XOXOXO

Sll 5/12/2106



{March 9, 2015}   Death is Waiting


I am waiting for
a sister who seems always
absent to come forth.

Death, when will you be
coming for me- and will I
still be ready then?

I hope to welcome
your embrace with loving arms,
And recall your joy.

I hope to be glad,
(And to have fulfilled
My Destiny here.)

If not, I know you.
And you will make sure that Time
Completes it for me.

-with apologies and love to Neil Gaimen. Thank you for my role model.

-sll 3/9/2015
10 a.m.





There are things that i
feel in my soul to be true.
Hurting my loved ones

Is not something that
I would ever deign to do.
So understanding

your motives behind
what had happened yesterday,
to me, isn’t enough.

There has to be truth,
lest I feel I’ve been betrayed
by one that I love.

Which leaves my heart out
blowing in the cold breezes
where it will form ice.

I’ll learn to forgive
before it up and freezes.
But you must promise-


Never to hurt me thus again
.

~sll
3/1/2105
11:30pm



{February 28, 2015}   Crying

Do you have any idea
how many times
The same heart can break?

~sll
2/28/2014
3:40 pm

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{February 24, 2015}   So Many Shades To Choose From…

I am no prude,

And no stranger to pain.

But in intimate settings

Time and again

A faithful partner 

Who knows all your likes

And the pain you endure

(From just living your life)

Can change pain to pleasure

With a simple caress.

And to me, at least 

That’s the essence of sex. 

-sll 2/24/2015

This poem was written as a response to someone else’s poem about “50 Shades of Gray”. I’m not really one to write about sex – not because I’m a prude, but because it’s all been said before. I thought it was worth preserving, though. 

Thanks to Paul F. Lenzi from “Poesy plus Polemics” for the inspiration! 







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Long ago I had a friend who turned to roommate
SHE I could share with (even ate off of her plate)!
And oh, the mischief and fun we’d conceive!
We knew and didn’t care if it wasn’t proper or right
We roamed streets of New Orleans in the hot, humid night.

We moved several times, even out of the city
And found a small cottage, especially pretty!
We lived with my man, and boys, and pets of all breeds
We worked together, lived together, shared all that we had.
Our friendship, while rowdy, was never deemed bad.

The years whizzed past, as years often do
And I got married, she moved out, and then we did, too.
The house was not the same without her joi d’vivre.
There were years we lost touch, and found touch again
Because that is what happens, when you grow with a friend.

Our lives blurred by quickly, and I wondered if she
Knew how much I missed her, or if she was thinking of me?
One day, I called her, she seemed so much relieved.
“I’d wondered where you’d gotten to!” she squealed into the phone
(I would have called sooner, if only i’d known.)

I was worried she’d forgotten me, at best was so mired
Deep in her own life, that I’d make her tired.
When I talk with her now I just can’t believe-
It’s like she’s been with me, right here all along
If I am home singing, she’s playing the song!

My brown hair is pink now, sometimes tinged with gray
Her skin is all colors, like a magical array
Of beautiful fantasies – artwork for sleeves!
She is still pixie-like, and her talents abound!
I’d thought my friend lost, but look what we’ve found!

After twenty plus years of being away
I feel we’ve been together throughout every day.
All the time that’s passed by, I cannot but grieve
For the time that we’ve missed, all the secrets not shared–
All those times I didn’t pick up phone, because I was scared.

It’s amazing to me, we’ve started right where we were
And things between us are just as I’d prefer.
I’m surprised and I’m happy, no cause to grieve–
Because we have managed to not grow apart.
And that she’s retained such a large piece of my heart.

Thank you, Kristine, my beautiful mate
Our times together have been no less than great!
And while I would wish for more quantity
The fact you are you, and still are my friend,
that the Autumn Rose the branch from which all of this stemmed–

Is a source, to me, of constant delight.
So, one day soon, I fear you just might
Hear a knock in your door, and open to see
I’ve sought you out to spend my leisure time
With my very good friend, who’s been on my mind.

-sll
2/22/2015
2:42 am

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{February 20, 2015}   Now I Am the Evil Queen

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When I was young I had pretty dreams
But seldom are things the way that they seem.
Visions of a handsome prince, on a dark horse
With kindness, and wisdom, who loved me (of course).

I found him, he loves me, he believes in my heart
I work, and I smile, try playing the part-
I hide from my prince, my hero, my knight
So as not to make him aware of my plight.

I honestly do try, and don’t comprehend
Why my pain and soulsickness still have no end.
How does he remain so steadfast and true
When he can’t really help me, knows not what to do?

Here I am trying to make myself worth
All the trouble he’s been through since he learned of my birth.
Still he holds on and emboldens my fight-
In my mind I know he deserves better (it’s not right).

He keeps on with the saving, and trying so hard
He really must love me, because you can’t disregard
The fact that a prince rescues royalty, and see?
My poor prince sought his equal, and found only me.

I’ll keep on trying, and pretending and then
It’s possible there will come a time when
I will deserve him and hold my head high
Until then I wait, still living a lie.

But because I love him with all of my soul,
keeping this secret must remain my goal
So he doesn’t give way, because then we would part
And he would be gone, taking with him my heart.

-sll
2/20/2015
7:51 pm



{February 18, 2015}   Humming My Hopes

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Today is the day
I get out of my own head.
I will not be stagnant
I’d rather be dead.

I will go outside
Commune with my muse
And possibly dance
And maybe croon the blues.

Things will go smoothly
Because I will demand
Something accomplished
With my heart and my hands.

And if I fall short
Of my goal to be brave
I will start again tomorrow
And not be a slave–

To the conventions and beats
Of the drum I’m not drumming
And the tune in my head
Will come out as humming,

Which will turn into dance,
Then a full fledged song
And that, my dear friend
Was my plan all along.

-sll
2/18/2015
9:45 am



{February 14, 2015}   Why You Should Love NOW.

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It is true that love
Is fleeting, but so too is
Our time here on Earth.

Grab hold of it when
The chance presents itself – lest
You not learn its worth.

~sll
1/13/2015
11:20 pm

For Michael, who has made my life worth living. I’m so glad we seized the moments that came to us!



{February 14, 2015}   Daddy overseas

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You were deployed
I was a babe
You returned
I knew you not.

But I was two,
Forty plus now.
I love you, daddy,
I’m sorry I forgot.

(for my dad, who I called “that man” for over a year when he returned.)

~sll
2/13/2015
11:10 pm



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