The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: JAY WALKING ACROSS THE AUTOBAHN

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The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NOTHING PURE

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Observance of Joy

 

Observance of Joy

I stood in the quiet of the oncoming evening

And watched her in the garden, humming

Her hands dirty with the rich, black soil

Her blue dress, stained and ripped at the hem

And I loved her so I thought my heart would burst

Flowers surrounded her, the result of many hours

Vegetables, ripe and ready to be eaten, waited

Birds were shooed away and bugs, exterminated

All the while humming that lovely, unidentifiable tune

And I loved her so I thought my heart would sing

I had walked past her on my journey home

The workaday woes heavy on my mind

The incoming, outgoing, out of proportion paperwork

Still to be dealt with, still to be paid, lying on the desk

And I had passed her without glance or second thought

As I neared the door to hearth and home, I turned

Abruptly as if an unseen hand had turned me thus

And I watched her obliviously working on my dinner

Over my shoulder, quietly, in stunned awareness

And I loved her so much I thought my heart would break.

©By Voo
July 8, 07

for Sterling

She Loves The Rain

 

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to all I Love, Like, Tolerate and Can't Stand ,,,,giggle

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The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Valentine Eve for everyone who's alone tonight......

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The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Marching For You

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I Dreamed I Was a Slave Girl

 

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I Dreamed I Was a Slave Girl

I dreamed I was a slave girl

Kneeling at your feet

Occasionally you glanced at me

With a smile not sour nor sweet.

I didn't know what I should do

I didn't know how to act

I tried to give my heart to you

But you just threw it back.

I learned the slave girl dances

I was schooled in slave girl charms

I was told that if I learned to please

I would soon be in your arms.

Though you barely looked upon me

And ignored my foreign face

But if I stumbled in my duties

You would put me in my place.

Each night I danced before you

As you ate your evening meal

But I never knew if you were pleased

Your heart I could not feel.

I danced in veils of silken threads

With belly bared and taut

With bells around my ankles

And wondered what you thought.

But I was never summoned

To your palace chamber door

I tried so hard to give my best

But you never asked for more.

And then one night I threw myself

Down on my bed to sleep

And swore I cared for you no more

And no more for you would weep.

I no longer tried to catch your eye

But flirted with your brothers

Dancing far away from you

And closer to the others.

I twirled my silks around them

As I danced to beating drums

They begged for my attention

And I coyly gave them some.

I fed them grapes and poured their wine

I kissed their fevered brow

I never looked your way again

But you looked my way now.

One night you reached your royal hand

Out to summon me

But I danced away out of your reach

And darted away free.

Then later when the house was quiet

I was summoned by a slave

I told him that I could not come

And no excuse I gave.

I lay all night in darkness

Wondering my fate

They told me I would surely die

If my master, did forsake.

For a fortnight I was left alone

Not knowing what you'd do

But then one night, your servant came

Saying "He has need of you."

I bathed, perfumed and oiled myself 

Dressed in my finest silk

Adorned my body in jewels that gleamed

Against skin pale as milk.

And I let myself be led away

To your rooms by candle light

And then prostrated myself before

My master there that night.

For minutes there was no sound at all

No movement nor a word

And then you said the strangest thing

That I was not sure I had heard.

You raised my face up to your face

And kissed my trembling hand

"You are a woman before me now

And I am just a man."

I didn't know what I should do

Or what words I should say

What trick is this, I wondered

What game is this you play?

I frowned at you and raised a brow

As you went down upon your knee

"My queen, I am your slave tonight

Feel free to command me."

My heart raced wild within my breast

I thought it was a dream

I didn't know if I should laugh

Or run away and scream.

 "I don't know..." I started

But you hushed me with a kiss

"So long, you've driven me mad and now

Look, it has come to this."

"And what is this?" I queried

"I've tried hard to bring delight."

"No game, sweet slave, true joy you gave

"Now, dance for me tonight."

And I knelt and contemplated

As your musicians gathered there

Waiting for my dance to start

As I trembled 'neath your stare.

Then a boldness came upon me

Like a tigress running wild

No more a timid slave girl

No more so meek and mild.

I danced for you with pleasure

I danced for you to see

How much I'd always loved you

Now I knew you wanted me.

Your eyes narrowed with your wanting,

Your body losing it's control

I danced till I was satisfied

That my soft hands held your soul.

And I fell down before you

As the night turned into dawn

And the candles all were melted wax

And the musicians all were gone.

Then I stood up and with my eyes

Commanded you to be

King, no more, Master, no more

But servant unto me.

And you let me lead you by the hand

To the bed of paradise

A slave girl who loved her master so......

But a Queen now in your eyes.

©By  Voo Shining Stone

11/15/19

Poem based upon an actual dream I had just had.

It was.....uh... well, it was....steamy. 

I hope I did it justice  👄💋💘

Voo

THE THREE LIL PIGS

 

The Guilty Run

 

The Guilty Run

The guilty run

Out of  fear

Out of spite

Run from the sun

To the covering 

Of night

The guilty run

From the face 

Of  the truth

Seducing the innocent

While appearing

Aloof

The guilty run

From the healing

Of love

Revering the raven

Reviling

The dove

They don't know surrender

They only know

Pride

Maintaining vainglory

While

Dying inside

The guilty run

Till they cannot run more

Like oceans of anger

That will run out of shore

With enemies a-plenty

Without friends and good graces

The guilty keep running

Though nobody chases

The guilty keep running

Though nobody chases.

© by Voo Shining Stone

1/31/2025

Sometimes The Pleasure

 

Sometimes The Pleasure

I lie to myself when I'm by myself
And the night is dark and cold
I don't want to hear the voice of fear
And the tale that can't be told.

Can you lose a thing you never owned?
Can you convince yourself that's true?
For I am convinced that I have your heart
And that I am beloved by you.

So many nights, so many fights
And what was the fighting for?
I can only remember the empty room
And the slamming of the door.

But when it is good, it is so good
Like a desert after the rain
Our hungry eyes tell us all those lies
That the pleasure is worth the pain.

And so we bear the heartbreak
And so we bow to woe
And so we kneel as our minds reel
And the wanting refuses to go.

What is it in a woman's soul
That only a man can meet?
And what is it in her wounded heart
That can knock him off his feet?

Sometimes we sit and talk all night
With candlelight and wine
Lose ourselves in love's sweetness
That by morning we can't find.

And yet, and yet, we thrust ourselves
Upon the bloody knife
That raised by your hand or by mine
Can't cut out the nameless strife.

So we walk away and run away
And go running back again
To arms of bliss and the lethal kiss
And the pleasure that's worth the pain.

Perhaps one day, we'll find a way
To eliminate what's wrong
Erase this chorus and rewrite the verses
Of this beautiful but very sad song.

Till then, we'll crave the passion
That carries us away like the tide
This love that kills and turns and heals
And binds me to your side.

There is no rhyme or reason
For this madness that we share
We take the pain that gives the pleasure
Though this sadness we must bear.

We are but fools, love, you and I
A woman and a man
Bound by things the mind can't know
And the heart alone, can understand.

©By Voo
Dec 28, 2019
11:03 p.m.

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Won't Be Tonight

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Sundays And Ironies

                                           

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Sundays and Ironies 

　 

　 

I was sitting there 

Sipping cold hot tea 

Reading yesterday's news 

In a newspaper that was barely 

Big as a handkerchief.

Outside, it was raining 

In the middle of a sun shower 

And all the unborn tulips screamed 

To shove their way up from muddy Spring graves.

My nosy neighbor (who had not yet died) 

Sloshed across the yard 

And stood in my line of vision 

Holding an arm load of soggy mail.

"Postman left it at my house." he said 

And waited while I put on my bunny shoes 

And slipped out into the morning, scowling 

For I was not a social butterfly, to say the least.

"Thank you." I muttered 

And went back into the warmth, 

Slammed the door, locked it, 

And kicked it for good measure.

I won't repeat here what I repeated then 

For all the mail was wet and opened and read 

Even the bills (and it was Sunday for pete's sakes!) 

And all my love letters from you were missing.

I threw everything in the trash 

Swallowed the last drop of tea, 

And made my way to the den 

To watch the broken t.v. that only had sound.

Same ole same ole...... 

The cat dropped down out of his hiding place 

Above my head, from the third row of classics, 

Books about travels, and my father's comics.

He gave me a glare 

Because I had shifted defensively in the chair 

And instead of my comfy chest, 

He landed on my knobby knee and the remote control.

"Serves you right!" I scolded 

"Always dropping in uninvited." 

And he gave me the look, you know the one, 

Licked my hand and then bit the hell out of my face.

The telephone didn't ring 

Most probably because I hadn't paid the bill 

And somewhere off in the distance, 

(Well, in the next room, actually) a faucet dripped.

Ah, Sundays! The day of rest and relaxation 

The day of cats and rain and cups of tea, 

Boring newspapers and nosy neighbors, 

And indescribable loneliness.............

I felt like growling 

But decided that the cat would take that 

As a call to arms and so kept my growl inside 

And pulled him to my chest and purred.

Two hours later 

A siren wailed it's way through the neighborhood, 

Down my street, and came to a stop next door 

And to my neighbor who lay sprawled on his front porch.

"What's happened?" I inquired, still holding the cat 

And peeking over the emergency crews' shoulders 

"Looks like a cardiac arrest." one said, eyeing me 

"Must have been something he read."

And then I saw the pile of white envelopes 

With Air Mail stamps on them 

Flown over from France and Spain and New Guinea 

Your letters, to me, from you, and not, him.

They were opened 

And splotched with rain, 

The ink running down precious pages 

Filled with sentences that ended in my name 

And meant only for my eyes.

"Why the dirty, low down.....!" 

And I snatched up the letters and dropped the cat 

And almost stumbled over the fallen mail thief 

As I looked into the open door of his kitchen.

There, on his untidy table 

Lay a note pad and a pen, 

A dozen more letters, 

And an envelope addressed to me.

"My Dearest Beloved....." 

The note pad read 

"I have loved you from afar 

Lo, these many, many years 

And now I must needs spill my heart."

"What the h---!" 

I exclaimed and grabbed the letter, 

Brought it up to my puzzled eyes and read 

So many things I wish I had never read.

"Your lover is a cad." he wrote 

"He does not love you and is not faithful." 

In one letter he describes his affair with a Countess, 

And in another, a pole dancer from the French Riviera."

"WWWWhaat?" I cried, disbelievingly 

"When did my William write such garbage?" 

And I tore open the letters and scanned them, shocked 

And sank down onto the grimy yellow kitchen floor.

"Lady, are you okay?" 

The medics called as they continued their job 

Of reviving an unrevivavable man 

(And for his sake, they'd better fail! I thought.)

I waved my hand in answer 

And got back to my feet, 

Sat at the table and finished reading 

The story of my pathetic, unsuspecting life.

"I have always watched out for you." 

He wrote, "And always kept the burglars away" 

"I've mowed your lawn and you never noticed, 

Fed your cat, and brought in the mail when you were gone."

("Yeah, you creep, you brought it to your house!") 

I cursed below my breath and read on 

"You are my sunshine and the joy of my life," he wrote 

And I will always, always, until my dying day, love you truly."

"But yesterday came the news that your darling cheating boy, 

Had decided it was time to settle down 

(He's probably out of money)

And was asking you to marry him

And I couldn't let that happen before I wrote to you."

Signed............ 

Signed what?! He didn't sign it! There was no signature! 

And then I realized that I didn't even know his name 

After all those years of living right next door.

"He's gone." 

The medics said quietly, their job finished 

And one of them looked at me and whispered, 

"I'm sorry."

I got to my feet 

And watched them load him into the ambulance 

As the rain began to pour harder through the pale sunshine 

And as they pulled away, I felt a strange and bitter thing.

My cat ran in the open door 

Wet, and exasperated as only cats do 

Wound himself around my ankles and sighed 

A wonderful feline sound, yet oddly human.

I gathered up all my letters 

And the letter yet unmailed, 

Looked around for strings untied and tied them, 

Turned out the lights and pulled the door closed behind me.

Halfway across the lawns 

Between his house and mine, 

I saw a red tulip pop it's head out of the ground 

As if to say, "Hello! Farewell! Auf Wiedersehen! Goodbye!" 

And I remembered that I had never planted tulips.

Running back into the shuttered house 

I found the note pad laying where I'd left it 

Took up the pen and brushed stray rain drops from my eyes 

"THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME." I wrote and ran.

Five months later 

A new man moved in next door 

I sat and watched him carrying boxes inside 

It was a sunshiny day and the lawn was ablaze with color.

It was ablaze with color 

Because I had worked all summer to make it so 

Me and the cat 

Because he, too, missed the man who had given him free milk.

"Beautiful place here." the new man spoke 

Rousing me from my reverie at the open window 

"Yes, it is." I said shyly, for he was very good looking 

"Welcome to the neighborhood."

"Thank you." He said, turning 

And I remembered. "Wait!" I cried 

And handed him a letter. "The post man left it here by mistake." 

"Hmmm." he said, taking it from my hand, puzzled

And I hoped he wouldn't notice the tears and tape.

Not married, 

Not a playboy,

Not a doctor,

A plumber.......

And that was good to know. 

　 

©by Voo 

March 28, 2010 

5:06 p.m.