Seventeen Forever

Seventeen Forever

I am seventeen in my heart

Forever

No matter how faded I may become,

How ancient I will seem one day

How elderly I might appear,

To future children

Who will never be younger than I.

I am seventeen in my soul

Forever

An innocent thing running

In morning's glory

Through sunflowered fields

And turquoise skies

Full of laughing birds

And whispered wishes.

I am seventeen in my attitude
Forever

(And defiant)

Wearing black leather

And hanging out with boys

No mother would ever approve 

I tempt them with my eyes

And disdain them with my mouth

Kiss them on the backs of motorcycles

And ignore them in the halls.

I am seventeen in my emotions
Forever

A wounded kitten

Looking for love

And having no idea

What love might be

When I find it

But every day in a hundred ways,

I continue my search.

I am seventeen in my mind

Forever,

All woman

With a void that can never be filled

And a hunger that can never be fed

Except by that thing, (whatever that thing is)

That is missing from the deepest part of me.

I am seventeen in my spirit

Forever

Wilding away in the fields of eternity

Dancing on bare feet

Where the green does not fade

Watched over by angels who smile at my bliss
Watching all those, like me
Who aged with every tick of an earthly clock

Age no more

But remain in our happy and grateful hearts, 
Forever
 Seventeen.

©by Voo
started yrs ago
and finished just now
Dec 2017
12:39 a.m.

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

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Won't Be Tonight: Glen Hansard put on loop It Won't Be Tonight Standing on the precipice  That steep and craggy cliff that draws my woun...

Artist Rendition

 

Artist Rendition

Picasso paintings flash through my mind
Illustrative of the people I’ve known,
The people……… the men,
Okay, the lovers.……
Or the would-be-lovers that would have been
But could not be and should not be
But were there or almost there
Where I was and should not have been
At the time.

If that makes any sense.

Why Picasso, you might ask?
I’m glad you asked………..
It’s simple, really,
Let me explain.
(Are you sitting down?)

Ever since childhood,
Long ago and far away…….
Okay, yesterday,
Okay, look, it’s an on-going thing..……
I’ve always been convinced
That Picasso had a Humpty Dumpty fixation.

I mean, look,
(And I’m sure you’ll agree with me)
If we’re being honest…….
Don’t all of his painting subjects
Look like Humpty Dumptys
Who at one time,
Had to have been sitting on a wall somewhere?
I mean, really?

Love is like a badly cracked up egg
It can’t be unscrambled,
Can’t be un-scooped………….
You can’t remix the yellows and the whites
After you’ve separated them
Well, okay you can.………..
But then you have to bake a cake or something
(Or give yourself a facial.)

Damn! Why do I digress so much?!

The point I’m trying to make………
Is that all those Picasso people
Look like they’ve cracked up
On the sidewalk of love
And been repaired the best way he knew how
By the magic of art……..
(And with strange unfocused eyes.)

Is that so hard a concept to grasp?
You seem like such intelligent people………….
I was sure you would understand
I was sure you could follow my reasoning
I was sure…………
(Who the hell am I talking to?!)

I was always a Van Gogh lover myself,
A Monet fan, a Renoir romanticist………
Van Gogh’s subjects were plain and simple folk,
Like me,
So ugly they were beautiful,
Their faces full of agony and passion,
Always searching for the beauty in the dirt
And falling for the lovers who were broken.

Every man I’ve ever loved was like a Picasso painting,
Oh, maybe not before, but afterwards….
One minute strong and whole,
With the sidewalk beneath his feet………….
Head in the sky, smile on his face,
Reaching for me with those hopeful arms…………..

And the next thing I know
I’m trying to fix him up
With Super Glue and Duct Tape,
Scooping his scrambled brains
Back into a skull like an ancient sculpture,
Chipped and speckled like robin’s eggs
And hoping no one will notice what’s amiss.

I do the best I can…….
But there’s always something missing
When I’m done
Maybe the smile……………
Maybe the eye is over there,
The foot is dangling awkwardly………..
And I can never find the heart.

These memories hang
In the museum which is my mind
Every wall, adorned,
Every space, filled up with art
So oddly out of place………..
Picasso pieces in a Van Gogh world.

It’s time to find a new hobby, perhaps
I’m beginning to think I’m a lousy artiste………..
An abstract Impressionist in a dark studio,
More skilled at finger painting than portraits in oil,
My end results, caricatures, chimeras and comedies……..
And all of my lovers, like bad scrambled eggs.

©By Voo
March 6, 2011
12:50 a.m.

A Thousand Knives

 

A Thousand Knives

Beyond darkness,

Unforgiveness shouts

Like a thousand knives

Forgetfulness, 

Soiled beneath memories,

Creaking, lying………

I feel terror,

Torment,

Loneliness,

My lover

Is an angry mob.

©by Voo

June 28, 2011

10:10 p.m.

Muffins In The Yard

                

Muffins in the Yard 

Granny threw the muffins out

Pa said they were too hard 

She'd baked all day and got hell for pay

Now there's muffins in the yard.

Granny cooked a possum stew 

Up special for a treat

And Pa came home, left it alone

Said it smelled like his bare feet.

Granny baked a birthday cake

For Pa's eighty-eighth birthday

Pa blew out the candles and went to sleep

Without a word to say.

Granny made an apple pie

With apples picked herself

Pa came in, went out again

Left the pie there on the shelf.

Granny cooked some gravy

To eat with eggs and bacon

Pa woke up, poured him a cup

And no gravy was ever taken.

Granny cooked and Granny cleaned

And Granny did the chores

Pa sat around and went to town

Till she couldn't take it anymore.

Granny stirred and Granny mixed

A formula perfected

Arsenic, strychnine and a pinch of thyme

For the years she was neglected.

Granny waited and Pa came home

From sitting on the Square

Whittling with the good ole boys

Like he didn't have a care.

Granny set the kitchen table 

With the best china that she had

So pretty in the candlelight

It made her heart feel glad.

"What garbage are we having tonight?"

Pa snickered like a heel

He filled his plate and then he ate

His last supper, his last meal.

Now Granny cooks to her heart's content

And life is no longer hard

But the wild life outside has all up and died

From eating muffins in the yard.

© by Voo

December 2, 2004 

10:30 p.m. 

                          

  Lord I wish I was a single girl again

            

Stranger In Moscow

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The Fire That We Make

 

                                                                   

 The Fire That We Make

You walked in the door

And the room lit up like

A 4th of July grand finale

And a Christmas tree trimmed 

With ten thousand stars

My god! 

You were an answer to a prayer

And a dream come true

Strutting in like a man who knows

Who he is and what he wants to be

Our eyes made contact

And the chemistry sent flames

Through our veins

And arrows of love into our hungry hearts

It was music, it was magic

It was a tsunami of longing

That could only be sated one way

And it would not be denied

Not then, not now, not ever

It was a fire unquenchable

And a storm that would never be quieted

No matter how senselessly we tried

And here today, tonight

We still feel the flames

Reaching out like fingers

Responding to silent screams

My fire, your fire entwins

Liquifying like streams of lava

All yearnings consuming

In the fire that we make.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

5/15/26

Desperate Characters repost

 

start music now

Desperate Characters

Desperate characters

we dance in the dark

trying to capture

that magic, that spark

Wining and dining

and yearning to feel

the way that we did once

when true love was real

Desperate characters

we probe with our eyes

and try to detect there

the truth and the lies

Hoping for something

that can't be replaced

by strangers and others

that time has erased

Desperate characters

we give it a whirl

out there on the floor

the ballroom of the world

Of loving and losing

and losing some more

two ships without anchors

that have crashed on the shore

Still looking for magic

and longing for home

cause a house is just shelter

when you live alone

Desperate characters

trying so to be brave

holding onto a moment

that the heart cannot save

Then the music, it stops now

and the bright lights come on

in the dark, I was hopeful

but I'm leaving alone.

©by Voo

Sept 13, 2005

1:23 a.m.

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The Island That Was My Heart

 

start soundtrack before reading

The Island That Was My Heart

He stood there on the island that was my heart

The place that no one visited or occupied

Surrounded by the dreams we'd shared,

The love we'd floated on like so many clouds,

The heaven we had found in the midst of hell.

I saw him, but just for a moment

His face shining in the mirror of moonlight

With a smile on the face that had always been smile-less

Until his eyes caught mine in the crowds of this life

And lit up like the summer sun after a rain.

He stood there on the island in the midst of the ocean

That had formed from the continual falling of tears

He looked momentarily lost, forlorn and bewildered

And my empty arms longed to hold him,

And never deem to let  go.

But I dared not reach those arms to that form

For I knew it was a shadow and not the man

Knew it would dissolve into vapor and mist

Like the love we'd shared as we'd danced in the rain,

Lain on the grass and trembled with awe.

How we had loved in those purple hued nights!

Those rose tinted days when the world lay at our feet

And birds sang the melodies pouring out of our hearts

Like they were their songs, their  wordless concertos

Gifted to us in the tasting of bliss.

How we had grieved when the gold of the day

Ebbed to the permanence of a blue black midnight

And all of the wonder of the world turned to woe

As the love passed like clouds in a violent wind

That came out of nowhere and left as it came.

Breathless, I stood alone in the circling crowd

Rushing and reaching but touching me not

They stared at me warily, recognizing heart break

Some with compassion, some with disdain

And all of the sunshine turned into rain.

Retreating, I ran and ran in the torrents,

Not knowing the reasons, I could not comprehend

Flame became ice sculptures carved by love's knife,

Melting with my tears until they formed the sea

And my heart became the island where no footprint had been.

And alone, I existed in a comfort-less fashion

Not daring to love, not caring to live

Life passed me by as I faded to shadow,

Picking up sea shells

In the shape of my soul.

I never saw him, I received no word

No message came for me, no letter was sent

Days turned to weeks,

Weeks passing to months

And the only voice that I heard was the voice of my want.

And then one night he appeared in the ethereal moonlight

Hallucination or vision, apparition or dream

I could not quite determine,

I could not quite surmise

But my love stood there smiling with love in his eyes

My island illumined by the love in his eyes............

©by Voo Shining Stone

12/10/2020

2:15 a.m.