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Sudden Kindness from the vault

 

Sudden Kindness

You spilled the milk! she sharply said

And I, clumsy little bit of a girl that I am

Hung my head and nodded in guilty silence

And that's all there is! she rebuked me further.

Nodding again, I felt a big tear form in my eye

Slide down my face and fall into the small white puddle

I could never do anything right no matter how hard I tried

That much had been established.

Feeling her anger, I sought to run but could not move

My bare feet were frozen to the spot

My tears, falling like rain now and blurring my vision

I did not see her moving towards me.

There, there, she said in a soothing tone

As she took me into her arms and smoothed back my hair

It's alright, it's only milk, it's not gold. We'll go buy more

And I was so surprised by her sudden kindness that I began to weep.

©by voo

July 16, 07

People and Things

 

In This Corner

IN THIS CORNER 

IN THIS CORNER OF MY WORLD
WHERE THINGS ARE QUIET AND DARK
I SIT AND THINK ABOUT MY LIFE
AND WHAT'S LEFT OF MY HEART.

IN THIS CORNER CHERISHED THINGS
COME TO MY MIND ONCE MORE
THE WAY SHE LAUGHED WHILE LOOKING BACK
AS SHE DANCED THROUGH THE DOOR.

IN THIS CORNER LITTLE THINGS
LOOM LARGE AND GIANTS BE
HOVERING IN THE STILL OF NIGHT
TO TRY AND FRIGHTEN ME.

IN THIS CORNER MEMORIES
STILL COME AND GO LIKE BEAMS
AND I RELIVE THE HAPPY TIMES
WHEN MY HEART BURST AT THE SEAMS. 

IN THIS CORNER I FIND MYSELF
THE MAN I USED TO BE
THE MAN I WAS AND THAT'S COMING FORTH
THE MAN THAT'S TRULY ME.

IN THIS CORNER I BOW MY HEAD
AND THINK ABOUT THE PAST
THE FUTURE HESITANT ON THE HORIZON
AND THE DREAMS THAT LIVE AND LAST.

IN THIS CORNER MY HEART CAN SMILE
EVEN ON THE DARKEST DAYS
AND I CAN GRASP IN MY TWO HANDS
THE JOYS THAT COME MY WAY.

AND WHEN FROM THIS CORNER I TURN AWAY
TO FACE LIFE AND WORLD ONCE MORE
I'LL LAUGH WITH HER AS SHE LOOKS BACK
AND COMES DANCING THROUGH THE DOOR.

©BY VOO

OCT 8, 2006 

3:45 P.M.

The Motive Is Usually Love or Money

The Motive Is Usually Love or Money

Wake Up EVERYBODY

 

The Story Of The Storm

 

The Story of the Storm

I hear it now, the thunder roaring

Warning me of rain to come

Warning me of winds to blow

Waiting for you here at home

 I hold my breath, anticipating

Waiting for the drops to fall

The first hot hits of  lovely lightning

The violent wind to howl it's call

And where are you, my best beloved

In this prologue of gothic weather?

Are your ears tuned in to the thunder

As my heart aches to be together?

You know how I love the thunder 

And I've always danced out in rain

Never feared a lightning bolt

For it's a storm  that takes my pain

Look, the skies grow darker now

See the clouds scroll back to let

The rain pour down on dry dust as

I run out into the wet

Ah, there it comes, the  pouring rain

And here it comes, the wanting you

And there you are, the welcomed home

Into my hungry arms on cue

And the tale is told

And the deed is done

And the end finds it's place

In the sleep of the sun

But what of the epilogue

And what of the end?

When the storm has passed over

And has taken the wind?

Will we lie down in wonder

Or cower in fear

That the storm sought to keep you

From meeting me here?

For the same thing that l love

That I anticipate

Will one day take you from me

And that storm I'll berate

But of this we don't know now

And you will never see

As we lie in the aftermath

Of the storm, you and me.

©By Voo

June 12, 2017

5:22  p.m.

What Survives of us is Love repost

 

What Survives Of Us Is Love

When all is said and done

And all is done and dead

It’s not the declarations shouted

Or hard thoughts in the head

It’s not the way we walked

And not the turn we took

It’s not how much we spent on shoes

Or how fashionable we looked

It’s not how long we waited

How strong the stance we stood

How many days we held the fort

Wondering if we could

It’s not the might or money

Our fall or rise above

But when we’re gone, one thing lives on

What survives of us is love.

©by Voo

July 3, 07

    Love Can Build a Bridge

Hope In small Things

 

Hope In Small Things

Life, like everything, goes round
On it's own terms
Spinning in invisible circles, moving
To unwritten, unheard music in God's head.

I guess I wanted it to be different somehow
For me to be somebody special
Like the people I see on the streets, maybe
Walking past me, talking to their friends.

I guess I wanted to know what it felt like
To be loved
To be treated every once in a while
Instead of tricked every bless'ed morning.

But nobody asked me
So I just make up my own life as I go
Music plays softly in the background of my soul
And sometimes I dance when nobody's watching.

I find hope in small things on occasion
Wisps of wonder, magic in motion
I thought someone almost smiled at me once
And I kinda smiled back behind my hand.

But it still feels like
I'm living somebody else's life
It's not working for me
Maybe it would work for you.

I'm not asking for the world
Just a taste of joy, a bite of happy
I could live on that for a thousand years
I could run off that till my feet fell off.

I'm starving to death
Pandering on these mean streets for love
Those hopeful moments
Come spaced farther and farther apart now.

But something inside me keeps whispering
Don't give up. Don't let this sorrow kill you
Keep looking for the small things that give you hope
For hope, like life, will surely come round again.

Oh, God, let it come round again.


©By Voo
December 30, 07

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Sometimes In The Morning

 Sometimes In The Morning

Sometimes in the morning

While the sun is still in bed

I lie and watch dream figments play

On the big screen in my head.

Sometimes in the morning

When the day begins to fall

I lie and watch the shadows dance

On the blank spots on the wall.

Sometimes in the morning

When I don't want to rise and shine

I think of you and your sweet smile

And wish that you were mine.

Sometimes in the morning

When the night is slowly dying

I wonder why I love you so

Without my heart even trying.

Sometimes in the morning

I crave your tender touch

And I put my arms around myself

But boy, that don't help much.

Sometimes in the morning

Before the alarm clock starts to scream

I  make myself fall back to sleep

To finish my unfinished dream.

Sometimes in the morning

I just lie there till it's gone

And waste the day thinking of you

Till the lonely night comes on.

And nights, they are the hardest

With no one to hold you near

I just lay there till the sun shows up

And wishing you were here.

Some time in the morning

On some day I can't foresee

I'm going to find you and make you come

Stay in this bed with me.

And we can watch the world go by

And the moon and sun above

Will come and go but we won't know

For we'll  be lost in love.

Sometimes in the morning

I think that's what I'll do 

Cause I'm so tired of lying here

Just dreaming about you.

©by Voo

Aug 29, 2019

4:48 a.m.

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Seeds, Lost and Found

 

thunderstorm

Seeds, Lost and Found

I do not know why I was never afraid of storms
Why I longed for them, looked for them, prayed for them
Needing to feel that electrical charge in the air,
That blinding white lightning, that menacing roar
That violent thrusting of a great downpour.

Sans umbrella, I would run in the rain
Wade in the water, play in the mud
Dare the Heavens to chastise my defiance,
Fling out my arms and beg angels to dance
For no mortal would, like me, take a chance.

And so I grew from girl to woman
Always searching, always wanting
Always needing, always grieving
Always lonely with no love around
Always lost and never found.

And then I saw with eyes wide open
The strangest thing, the sweetest thing
So like a dream but not a dream
A dream come true like a fond wish granted
My tears turned to seeds and those seeds then were planted.

And I watered  them and I tended them
I cared for them like the gardener of Eden
Sometimes a seed would sprout out of the dirt
And I would watch hopefully with tears in my eye
Only to see it soon wither and die.

Disappointment was the cloak I wore
Dark with despair and disconsolate
Dangerously daring and almost past caring
I ran then from love for I could no longer take
Watching what I thought was real turn to fake.

So I pretended that I didn't care 
Played with the tigers and ran with the lions
An innocent lost in the valley of shadows
Trying so hard to be found in this world
But just a face in the crowd of lost boys and girls.

We had our fun out on the run
Defying death and loathing life
Gothic angels with bent halos
Seeking for shelter or a hole in the ground
But really, just dying to somehow be found.

And then one day after years of dying
For life had evaded and love had perished stillborn
I turned a corner  that I had never turned
And I saw the face that my soul had known
On a plant that sprang up from those tears I had sown. 

The face of a lost boy who wandered like me
Looking for something that he could never find
Standing before doors that were slammed in his face
Stinging from weapons of words to his heart
Our hands clasped as though they had not been apart.

His mouth, my mouth devoured with kisses
His eyes, my eyes would not look away from
His body, my body could not wait to make love to
His heart, my heart heard without making a sound
And this lost girl and that lost boy had finally been found.

In a world of madness, we had found our sanity
In a world of dragons, we had found our swords
In a world of darkness, we had found our light
In a world of lack filled with just empty shelves
We had found that love lived, we had found ourselves.

The lost boy and I who had both planted seeds
When we were just children and abandoned to weeds
When no love would spring up from our careful tending
Now flourished and nourished and scenting the air
He was my seed, I was his, born of dreams, standing there.


©by Voo
11/27/19
12:21 a.m.


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Ah Those British!!! lol lol

 Embarrassing: British Realize They've Been Using The Wrong Words For Hundreds Of Things

World·Dec 13, 2021 · BabylonBee.com

in LONDON - The United Kingdom is a quaint little island country in Europe that speaks English as its primary language - much like the U.S. And while they've always thought a lot of themselves - even having a Queen, like something out of a fairy tale - the people there have just suffered a huge embarrassment, finally realizing that for years they've been using the wrong words for hundreds of different things.

It's unclear how they've gone this long without realizing they've been talking like fools - perhaps Americans were just too polite to point it out to them. But finally, one Brit pointed to a food item and said, "I'll have those biscuits." And the American looked at him like he was an idiot and said, "Those aren't biscuits. Those are crackers. Crackers. Biscuits are what you have with gravy."

Word soon spread about how the British had that one word wrong, but then they found out it wasn't just that word but hundreds more. "We've been calling the place where you store stuff in your car a 'boot' when it's actually called a 'trunk'," said one British man, "and we've been calling fries 'chips' and chips 'crisps.' And our word for a cigarette is highly offensive. We look like morons."

And it's not just that the British have been using wrong words - they realized they've also been spelling things wrong, often adding an extra 'u' where it isn't needed. They've also been pronouncing things wrong, like aluminum.

"Bollocks!" was a common exasperated expression by the British upon realizing their embarrassment, though then an American had to point out that that's not a real word.