Mercy Matinee
Friday, August 29, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Feeble Change
Erase, her very feeble attempt
forcing idealist into change
in lace, she knows His contempt
culture shocks, abound preempt
corpses largest organ in mange
her dearheart, marches unkempt
forcing idealist into change
forcing idealist into change
in lace, she knows His contempt
culture shocks, abound preempt
corpses largest organ in mange
her dearheart, marches unkempt
forcing idealist into change
Friday, February 21, 2014
I Let You In...Freely
I let you in
freely, now regrets.
Never can I
be free, how can I?Told you some of my secrets.
Secrets,
even when you die.
Secrets not
for you to share. Even when you wear a//tie.
Seemingly
emotionless, stare.
Constantly
complain in tercets.Say something like you care.
Loving you
against all bets.
I let you in
my love&soulmate.Feeling forever in your debts.
I let you in
my soul, // mate.
Never can I
be free, // can I?Loving me too much on a plate?
Cannot live
if life with you a lie.
Two of us
can have the whole pie.
II
Say
something like you care.
Just a game:
Was I to play.Resisting break yes I dare.
Love can
reign thru us this day.
Just be in
love, let them stare.Regrets; they have let love decay.
In their
decay, let’s not be that pair.
Live
together until death do us part.Caring what others think, sad, beware.
Get
realigned, scoop me for a restart.
Loving you
from afar will be my demise.Time to get to know all of us, be smart.
Great
looking I am when lots of exercise.
Really quite
a ‘free’, very full of surprise.III
You pulled away before winning the prize.
Need for you to be true, resist your mood.
Stop worrying about our every little size.
Many times
you sat in a strange brood.
Lover o
lover a fierce ‘free’ you could be.You could call the break over, yes you could.
Swallow your
pride and love again for all to see.
So, none of
them are perfect, that is reality.Love me in the mountains and by the sea.
Everyday
apart; we will begin, all over with me.
Just want to
be near, I am in love with thee.Crazy over the top the sight of you causes glee!
Where are you? Look for you? No more me.
Loving you see, oh see just us, be all we can be?
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Sway Them, Statin Them
Unforeseen circumstances;
arrogances of thought; or Whatever you want?
Or so it seems, not really.
Realities unforgiveable.
Oh, it is biblical. Unknowing muses we are. Them cannot be,
there are too many of them.
Who are them? They are believers,
non-believers, they are wrong.No one can fit into the box.
No two people are the same.
At this point I see no difference.
Because there is none. All are sickerthan you. Sick with control and
cruelty. Your best happiness not
a concern. Moving you back into
an underlying current of sadness.Moving away from people, even
certain family members are them.
Your legs will go first, alas over
Time bionics will be your choice. Freedom and independence will
depart. Oh, it is good for your heart.
Preserve your brain them say.
So lets’ exaggerate, run, and so be gone. Next please, exsanguinating
emotionally; life not worth the crimson.
Coursing, entering innocently one way.
Planning courses, blaspheming promisesof better lives. Ogre’s and them
overseers of the flocks. Them a well
hated ‘Word’. Just
like in Joshua
arise now by a billion to restrain birth, as a plague of
eunuchs now rise. Thirty percent
being the largest research and
mass ‘statin’ scriptingsince its deceptions, only
crippling them vulnerable in
mass. Sanguinating the hydration
of life from the body of the masses with panic and now;
‘prevention’ as the mantra!
Programmed assumptions
as sway them works for them in position to literally
become ‘trillion-aires’ and
more; they are overcome
with the curse of Achan,(like in Joshua), the select will be
Stricken’. Hegemony ensues as
them are in rolling chariots,
bending divans are left unescorted in them ‘skilled
places’. Alas, it is best
for them. Menaces are worth
the stakes; a big lie taught them in the very first year.
Arrogantly taught; them knows
best? No offers of new and
improved; from them. Them are distracted by a new green
world. Them Jetsons truly a myth.
Splitting atoms? Really? Them
times are for fools, seekers must ignore them as go forth!
Cure the ‘statin’ myths, quench
An underlying torture of them
elders, cease wisdom, for a green world. Them sacrifices
are only collateral harm.
Not a bad drug, them pills
Of course not, them can scriptFor the heart reparations, a
New and improved knee,
bionic even. Oh, do not worry
them are all well over forty, them have lived a good life. Too
old to worry them; them a eunuch.
Them have a pill for that too. When
Crimson courses too quickly, fromthat little blue pill, them got
pills for that too. Just travel, have
fun? Them will work for them too.
Carry them shoeboxes full of travelsize bottles. Them know what is best
for the them all. Don’t worry. Be happy!
Just pop another pill. Them ones will
Make them smile. Them are fine, seer? Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Well Well Well Cool ...Kiss!
Your goodbye kiss was...
overwhelming just as the first;
feeling it throughout my whole body
the last kiss of love, passion, desire, and care.
T
h
a
t
never happened before! Now I see, blindly
wish we never met, so glad to really know; love.
Thankful, for your short lived love and generosity.
f
e
a
r
shall it ever happen again... no
I know I had a few boyfriends and
married several, I did not know... real love.
l
o
v
e
now I do, and love is, overwhelming,
painful as making you aware of a time wasted;
the coldness, withdrawal of love and
n
o
w
understanding me, seeing I embarrass you.
letting you be you, changing me into another
empty superficial shell, what was I thinking
o
f love,
just like God's kiss hello, overwhelming my
entire being, to where I could no longer stand,
down to the floor, just as I am, even now He
s
a
v
es
all the way to the floor; symbolically fetal again.
Loving you as I love Him since we met so many years
ago. How can I possibly rise again, now that I have known you
t
o so;
intimately, as He let me experience you fully.
Spiritually good, caring, loving, generous, laughing,
bright eyes, vibrant, adventurous, the side in the light.
T
h
e
superficial you, dark, deliberately uncaring, drowning your pain.
Slovenly, frightened, injured, judge my mental, fearful of what some
might say if they knew her condition, the stigma, embarrassment.
O
n
e
may as well be the plague. Emotionally you left me. To prove
to others how normal she can be. Too embarrassed; to let me be me.
That broke me, you should have to fix me. Broken, living alone. A-
l
o
n
e
where no one can come. Only Him, see how sick she is, poor thing.
I did not know. Of course not, you know not love. How sad for me,
pathetic, down, hear undesirable, you have gained weight, even more
y
o
u
are unpublished, not real artist, not in a gallery, not normal, dysfunctional kids
family is a mess. At least, you now call yours, more. Glad you are moving on...
you will settle for some semblance of normal, I still thank God everyday for I
m
e
t y o u,
just knowing the side of you who lives in the light was worth the pain.
at least I know, how men really are. Love is, not really in them beyond God
pets things reputations and the need for status in a superficial society. Since
w
e
can not be uS. Seeing your lack of understanding, knowing your unknowing
need for entertainment is sad. Losing moments of real love. Sad for me, you do
not know a stunning poet you murder. You never read somehow; never
k
n
e
w
you never got it. All the dualities and elegies, about you our love stirs. I am
thankful for all adventures, ungrateful for the break, this lost summer, trips I
planned for us to take. Wasted passport, paying money for rent. Wasted love
f
o
r
your normal thinking. Normal to run, to decide not to love. Not to grow, love more
more travels, adventures. Just stop and find someone new. Overtly and covertly,
I knew, became allergic to you. Stop your worry, poor thing, will stop bothering you.
E
r
r
you go mate, run, run, run. You know how to turn us on and off. The first and last kiss;
overwhelming just as the first, feeling it through my whole body the last kiss
of love, passion, desire, and care. Hurting to know, you turn it on and off. Go;
o
n
purpose you love, hurt and run. I always knew, that real love would hurt.
stunning poet, still loves true, Dearheart and her dearheart. All your wives.
Same pain, forgiving like Him, apparently on break. Whatever that is?
I
f you want to?
f you want to?
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Mary Rose From 'Solvent'
Mary Rose has been found!
King Henry VIII Wikipedia |
Wreck found in Solent sound.
King Henry VIII, his connive
Tudor prize, rose from deep, 1982.
Surprise, can she be revived!
Hull rose to the surface on cue!
19,000 artifacts have survived!
Master Carpenters Cabin, sight to behold!
Hammers, ruler, caulking, planes, file.
Millionaire fortune seemingly two-fold.
Conservators take decades to compile.
Mary Rose above water 1082 Wikipedia |
Ink pots of cow horn, nibs covered in ink, too
Cannons, cannon balls in many a barrel.
Seaman’s chests, intact for Mary Rose to,
sail a 3 inch wooden ball, a ‘parrel’.
Tool holders, wet stones, all foretell so.
Acquainted with you, we know a sure bet.
Well kept, is what we grasp, all this was below,
Box wood comb, razor, mirror, manicure set.
80 boxwood combs were recovered.
Aboard the Mary Rose, a clean crew.
Even your dog, a ratter, uncovered,
On whole ship, only one rat. A clue,
Hatch, is the name for him. He was a good
Ratter dog, trapped in the hatchway!
Ship, cargo, ratter, and one rat! All stood!
Preserved, conservation is underway!
Sharon Rose Thomas ©2011
465
Citations:
Mary Rose: Tudor Warship in United Kingdom built between 1509 and 1511 sank accidently of Portsmouth harbor in 1545. She is now on display. The Mary Rose was raised 10/11/1982. They are sealing the ship in special coating to conserve her for the future. They expect to display the hull of this ship in mid 2012. The 15th century ship is located in Portsmouth, England. Even Prince Charles was diving to assist in the dives and was President of The Mary Rose Trust in 1979. It has taken many years to salvage this ship and more dives are expected in the future to retrieve her bow. Most of this ship was buried in thick clay, which assisted in her preservation. http://www.maryrose.org/index.html for museum information.
Solent: Battle of the Solent in 1545.
Tudor: name for 15th century era.
Labels:
1509,
15th century,
1982,
England,
King Henry VIII,
Mary Rose,
Tudor,
warships
Location:
Portsmouth, UK
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Risen From Breach Inlet
H L Hunley risen from the grave!
layered in rust, silt and sand
shells and sediment preserving.
Entombed in you a missing crew, more
than hundred years you kept your secrets!
First ever to sink a ship, in wartime
‘USS Housatonic’ was her name, with
five of her crew and nine of your own!
To a peaceful rest, full Confederate honor.
rests the nine, tens of thousands in audience
safe in Magnolia Cemetery are all crews.
Thrice you sank, even your creator!
Still your mission, now complete, your
Conservatory in Charleston, H L Hunley,
national treasure, risen from the grave!
her contents for all to share, Breach Inlet
Sullivan’s Island are all still there.
Queenie’s golden ‘life preserver’ found!
A true life legend, love charm is sound.
Citations:
Naval History and Heritage command
Photos from US Navy Public Domain
http://www.history.navy.mil/photos/sh-us-cs/csa-sh/csash-hl/hunley-s.htm
Cinquain
Labels:
Cinquain,
rest,
rising above
Location:
Sullivan's Island, SC, USA
Thursday, September 2, 2010
The Empty Places
Places no one can fill,
Nothing anyone can say,
Your places, will always be,
Still and quiet, as you see,
Doctors have no pill,
One call of the day,
Our daily time for tea,
No voice now, oh gee,
Living just makes for nil,
Still nothing to play,
Quiet now no glee,
Yours places are even still,
Your places will always be,
The Empty Places.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The Beauty of the Poorest Country
Like many poor in back streets they beg.
Honorably some indeed borrow.In the countryside a child steals an egg.
The speed of life is extraordinarily slow.
Life in this sundered culture.
Island after island each one with different tones.
Expectations rise with each departure.
In lieu of drawing simple stones.
A camera he shouldered an art enthusiast.
Only one question in this fertile place.
Each island seems so vast.
Can nature keep this pace?
This is a place that bears dreams.
The brunt of creation almost elite.
Only one speck of beauty as this water streams.
One country complete with all lituite.
In the days before Hercules with strength of bulls and mules.
On islands so fertile and green they hunt and gather and glean..
Celebrations are many including Three Kings gifts and yules..
Parades include two small floats only one pulled by machine.
Lands of color and bounty like silk ribbon and linen bolt,
Music and markets in the open air.
Strolling through the land and shops gives senses a jolt.
With great zeal and happiness their environs we share.
Expectations rise with each departure.
In lieu of drawing simple stones.
A camera he shouldered an art enthusiast.
Only one question in this fertile place.
Each island seems so vast.
Can nature keep this pace?
This is a place that bears dreams.
The brunt of creation almost elite.
Only one speck of beauty as this water streams.
One country complete with all lituite.
In the days before Hercules with strength of bulls and mules.
On islands so fertile and green they hunt and gather and glean..
Celebrations are many including Three Kings gifts and yules..
Parades include two small floats only one pulled by machine.
Lands of color and bounty like silk ribbon and linen bolt,
Music and markets in the open air.
Strolling through the land and shops gives senses a jolt.
With great zeal and happiness their environs we share.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
The River Speaks
That inner voice of the river speaks,
Waves and waves that peak,
Onward and upward the water rises,
Leaving on it banks many prizes.
Many large trees and huge muddy streaks,
Oaks, maples, pines and even a teak,
Downward and lower the water sensationalizes,
Washing away many surprises.
The sounds soft and in shrieks,
Unsound waves havoc is reek,
Solace is often where He advises,
During the calms and chastise's.
That inner voice of the river speaks,
Quiet pools, waterfalls and creeks,
Listening, peace the inner voice comprises,
Sound thinking the river advises.
Waves and waves that peak,
Onward and upward the water rises,
Leaving on it banks many prizes.
Many large trees and huge muddy streaks,
Oaks, maples, pines and even a teak,
Downward and lower the water sensationalizes,
Washing away many surprises.
The sounds soft and in shrieks,
Unsound waves havoc is reek,
Solace is often where He advises,
During the calms and chastise's.
That inner voice of the river speaks,
Quiet pools, waterfalls and creeks,
Listening, peace the inner voice comprises,
Sound thinking the river advises.
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