Poetic Representation

WBS 8/1/1997 Snowflakes fall like the tears from my eyes the whiteness hides the wetness from the tears of cry the snow falls in a noisy silence too loud for my ears truly hears these flakes fall into piles building on top of all my fears the cold weeping air send a quivering chill but then love comes in with the sun to melt all the snow at will.

WBS 7/8/2001 I sang this to my son when I was pregnant. Colorful Lullaby Swaying softly back and fro wonderful colors all in a row red with smile bright on your cheeks blue blue sky I'd like to keep shining yellow sun up in the sky a white row of cloud just passing by but nothing compares to the color I see laid up on my precious baby I sing and rock you till you sleep counting the many baa baa sheep close your eyes and don't make a sound just watch the colors go round and round now, this lullaby has to end but I'll sing it again and again.

I'm in a sea of loneliness Fishing for love Hoping for the bite of s shark I sojourn through time Anxious for a perfect catch So I can reel in happiness And completion Find an end to this fallacy Called life Each hour spent welded To the reductions To void self Of The polluted dynasty That lays before me I slip into the abyss Momentarily forgetting My revolutionary commitment Always to be instantaneously reminded I'm in a sea of loneliness But love doesn't float my way WBS 12/1/04

Dedicated to Candy Green WBS 1/27/2014 What is this that I have found a box just sitting here I inquisitively examine the box puzzled with interest and a slight fear fear of the unknown but desiring to navigate myself inside pulling back the tape but to my surprise When I look inside  all I see is... An Empty Box

Chosen by Paul... WBS 1/27/14 I remember the time... We used to wake up early in the morning on a summer day just after sun would rise we would find a team some turners, some jumpers we had to fulfill our double dutch high we could not get enough we would jump all day no time to stop and eat or even allow our little sisters to play I remember the time... We pretended to be super heroes racing in the yard we would climb up on the picnic table and think "flying can't be hard" we would make up new adventures and create our own worlds where everyone was equal no just boy and girl I remember the time... We were excited to go to school we had an unrequited love or was it just a crush we would try to get his attention and when he calls on us, we would just blush I have to remember these times because I admired my youth a time when my heart was pure a time when I thought love was connected to truth.

Dedicated to Anonymous Cell Phone Love I have been in a monogamous relationship with my cell phone for the last two years. but I am beginning to wonder if the grass is greener with another model. I don't want to cheat and have my phone in tears. I loved my phone when we first met. we were in bliss, but now it has changed and has become like the rest. If I just go browsing for others while using my phone am I wrong? I cannot even get my phone to play my favorite song. My phone has left me all alone. I don't want to make any speculations, but I searched and couldn't find it only to return in some obvious location It hangs up on me right in the middle of a call. When I hold it tight, it would rather leap out of my hands and fall It has begun to be complacent and aloof with all of its cracks and scratches on on its face it even just sits there when I need it to move. I speak to it and it acts like I'm speaking Spanish. And it likes to quit on m...

This poem is the first to dedicate to a reader, Nessa Writing My mind is flowing through an ocean of words trying to find a piece to a puzzle an ending to a verse Words grasping for air hoping that they are the ones chosen strutting across my mind, trying to add flare Each word chosen and given an applause standing high on a pedestal of rhyme being without error, without flaw Each word becomes a ballerina dancing on the page catching its readers with amazement causing an epic symbolic hypnotic gaze WBS 1/17/14

For my next entry, I want my audience to chose a topic, theme, or anything that you would like for me to write about. I will pause on the old poems until I get response for a new one. I will try to commit to write a poem (at least 8 bars) for each response I get. Who's up for the challenge?

Written 2-8-99 I am like to sparrow injured from its flight trapped in captivity with bondage tight no escape but get well cry for discovery but no help yearn for freedom song ringing bell no knowledge but what has been learned of my own wit being a moments exit from pain of bliss taught must be again to fly stay no longer for if I do I will surely die.

Written 5/12/99 A handsome heart is not like the norm but it spreads love in the ultimate form a heart of love and passion being with joy and happiness everlasting oh how lovely is thou now humbly I pledge my vow to a handsome heart let not your love ever part