Author: my secret innuendo

i believe you, your innuendo

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you sparkle
with your gift
i slept next to you
last night
you are my wish, you know

and you are mine

where are you now
in this moment
stepping lightly
through misty time
with a fire not forgotten?

you say, don’t rush it
but stay on the edge:
your whisper…

to you i respond, i believe you
my secret:
your innuendo...

it’s time
to open the door
if ever so slightly
to me

i am here
and i knew you
before
i knew you were coming

© r.e.l. 1/28/11

image ‘Through My Window’ by Ron Moss

posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry

are you a dream come true?

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are you a dream come true
like the ageless mist
with its hue?
you are the wind that keeps me moving
the force that guides me to know…
that it will all be ok
no matter what.

close your eyes now
remember the time when
i last whispered in your ear
and held you tight.
remember me that way.
that way, only.
it is how i remember you.

© r.e.l. 1/21/11

Image of ‘her place’ by melanie crawford

Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry

disoriented patience

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do you know where you are going?
now or later
doesn’t matter
because it is the time in between that matters

the disoriented moments
contemplative you are
where you are alone
now, today, tomorrow
or some day
remembering what you thought would come to you in this moment
but doesn’t
where you open your eyes
and see only cloudiness

b e p a t i e n t… for clarity
they are the best
misty moments
you’ve ever seen

© r.e.l. 1/17/11

Image ‘[d i s o r i e n t e d o b j e c t i v i t y]’by Irina și Silviu Szekely

Posted for Poetry Potluck week 19 (rules, regulations, laws) on Jingle Poetry

half spoken, half heard

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i believe you
in every word
there is a silence
and past reminding me

you who have answers… or do you call them reasons…

reasons with questions that ask me do you always speak to me in colors that keep their beauty?  through tears in paper that beg to know me?

through words, half spoken, half written, half heard but always known…

like the pages of time
i ask myself now, who am i?
but you know better, so i flip through the pages

to find you, to find me, to find the other half of me..

© r.e.l. 1/12/11

Image of ‘Lost Goddess Diaries: The Truth BE Told’ by AmandaGWright

Featured in Speaking Out on redbubble

Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry

Received The Sunshine Award from Jingle Poetry

beautiful one

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come to me in a dream from far away, through smoky eyes or darkened skies.  fly…

do i describe a land or courage that only i know?

the river is near to take us
with few words it speaks clearly…

i felt you watch me as i slept. i reached my arms out
did you feel them?

you are listening… say something to me, beautiful one

© r.e.l. 1/7/11

Image of a liquid star

Submitted for Thursday Poets Rally week 37 (1/13-1/19/11) on Promising Poets

maybe i’m scared too

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maybe i’m scared too. i’m scared to know that i do feel what you say.

Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux of Valenciennes

i’m scared to know that inside me is a seed growing, unstoppable.

powerful enough to find you. that if i water the seed it will grow, that it is already growing, that you are my future, that if i look into your eyes i will be swallowed like pools.  to drown.

but in a sweetness that i won’t want to forget.

i’m scared that inside i know my life will have to change, that i’m not who i’m meant to be now, but i will be with you.

i’m scared that the unknown knows more about us than i do.

so, i ask you now, don’t stop.

© r.e.l. 1/3/11

inspired by song ‘Inscape’ by Stateless

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Posted for Poetry Potluck week 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation on Jingle Poetry

Posted (partial) for Micropoetry 3/20/14

in the raindrops

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you know
that you are
the light
that enters
my dark
the eclipse of you
a mystery
opening the door
to me
to my breath that lies floating now
exposed
lost in the raindrops of
knowing the cracks
in the spaces of us
tell a story we have yet to know
touched by the gap between inhaling and
remembering that you
do not leak out of my life
forever in a moment…

© r.e.l. 1/2/11

painting ‘Light Coming into the Cave’ by yvonca

**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry

Received Kreativ Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry

 

darkness you can find in your yoga practice: the psychology of you

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Are you scared to face something within yourself? Do you sometimes feel that time is against you or that you cannot fulfill your wishes because of your fears?

You know that the answers are in your dark sides that you probably refuse to see.  Did you know that yoga has the potential to be the place to confront what’s most deep inside you?  This means, however, that you have the power to confront your darkest side of you in your yoga practice.

It’s a place only for the bold, that is for sure… But ask yourself,

“what are you scared of?”

It is true that we hide our darkest parts deep within our bodies.  The best parts stay locked up in our joints and tightest places:  hips, necks, shoulders, backs, and even feet.  When moving through yoga with deep breath, these gems–these secrets–can become free…

Seriously.

Unlocked, their messages trace through our blood as the prana moves relentlessly through us in a vibrant yoga practice.  It is the best kept secret.

As these parts of you move through you, and you encounter your difficulties, you can embrace them as gifts.  To visit them and set them free, is truly a gift.  An angel.

If you do not, these dark secrets stay below (inside your underworld), unconsciously controlling you.  They cause you to repeat ugly patterns as “a fly mindlessly beating itself to a pulp bumping against a window through which it cannot pass…attempting to escape its misery,” as put by Absolute Palaver.

Don’t be scared.  You have the power.  It is you that you are unlocking.  The true you.

Namaste.

© r.e.l. 12/30/10

Photo by Matin Demiralay of Turkey — demiralaymetin@hotmail.com

stand still now, precious moment

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always dreaming of another way to wrestle with time…

to see my path through the hourglass of dreaming,
of moments that spiral without reason to nowhere specific
except the path
that is meant for me…

are you lost now in nothingness?
i thought you said you trust
the stepping stones you feel
with your barefeet, eyes closed.

you know that time hides behind thorns sometimes…
yet, i thrive
and live with its heartbeat
that never stops to lead its way.

stand still now, precious moment
you pierce me
lead me now to forever

© r.e.l. 12/28/10

submitted to caesura 2/5/14

**this post is for Thursday Poets Rally Week 36 (12/29-1/5/11) on Promising Poets

the key of life

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(a new treat…written by my daughter 🙂

there is something out there
always something
looking for you
never expecting
it to be real
the key
of your life…

it rarely jingles on a chain
but in the cells
of who you are
passed down to you
through generations
for a reason
you find out over time.

find the hallway
hidden
in your heart,
look for the door
that fits your key.

how will you know when you have found it?
it will whisper to you
and don’t worry, you will hear it…

© by Cora, age 10, 12/27/10

he wants

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he barely scratches the surface when he knows
that he wants her
to take something from him

just what… is elusive
but does it matter to you?

take the last bit
maybe more
it is the least i can offer
to you

for, in this moment
this unique instant…
my heart beats against the wind

© r.e.l. 12/24/10

inspired by D. H. Lawrence

**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 16 on Jingle Poetry

Featured in Love Bytes on redbubble

Received The Most Creative Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry

 


a broken heart

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a smile can speak a thousand words
but it cannot calm a broken heart.
how do you talk to a heart
and tell it to live in the moment
to tell it it’s been broken for a reason?
it has no reasoning
only feeling…

how, after convincing it to open wide
to give itself to another
again going to a vulnerable place
this time because it’s safe
because the other expresses heart and soul,
how do you convince a heart
that its message is received, appreciated with love
but that demons have eaten it
because it was perfect exactly as it was?

how do you tell a heart that it’s ok
to stay open and surrender
when it can think of nothing else
but the last time you told it this
answering its prayers?

how do you tell it that
its karma was shared with another
so you did it no harm
trust me this time and surrender
sent to me from the stars
just your heart in exchange for mine
your soul for mine
to be a colony in which to become each other?

a heart is a star
but it can’t shine when it’s broken
broken because love brings up its brokenness
surrender…
because it’s unknown how long it will take
to heal, if ever.

yet all a heart asks is
why do you walk away from something beautiful?

it does what you say though
and surrenders again…
feeling itself in everything
for guidance
but still it all tells it the same,
that the heart it opened for
is still open
just hidden underneath
and that it should hang on.

© r.e.l. 2/9/08

submitted to caesura 2/5/14

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featured on Poetic License Series in may 2011

posted for Poetry Potluck 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation on Jingle Poetry

posted for Poetry Picnic 10/16-10/22/11 on Gooseberry Garden

submitted to Knuckle Sandwich Publishing