FOUND ON A BLUE GREEN SEA

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Voo reading the poem on soundcloud

Found On A Blue-Green Sea

We sailed upon a blue-green sea

My love and I, that night

Beneath a moon of solid gold

And stars, silent and bright.

We clung to love with wanting arms

And spoke of things to come

Of fire and cold and growing old

And paths that lead to home.

We drank the night like it was wine

And whispered in the wind

Laughed at all the lonely years

And what almost could have been.

We'd found the faces we could love

In crowds of loveless hearts

And made our pact, no going back

To romantic stops and starts.

(Maybe love is magic

And maybe love is glue

And only love can mend the seams

Of a life that's torn in two.)

But in that lovely little ship

Beneath those stars so bright

We solved the mysteries of our lives

As we sailed into the light.

Sometimes we don't know who we are

Till in a lover's eyes we see

All we ever hoped and dreamed

And all that we could be.

We nestled down in harboring hearts

Like treasures found and kept

While wind and sea carried us to shore

And in arms of love, we slept.

painting of Voo by M. Adams

©by Voo

Dec 1, 07

11:11 p.m.

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YOU (the song of opposites)

 

*YOU*

(the song of opposites)

I gave you sun

You gave me rain

I gave you pleasure

You gave me pain.

I gave you day

You gave me night

I gave you peace

You gave me fright.

You say you love me

But you don't care

You want me here

But you're not there.

Everyone wants you

And loves you, it's true

But you don't love anyone

The way you love you.

The world is your garden

But you are a thorn

That demanded all worship

The day you were born.

But you lost the love

That you thought would last

When I saw who you were

When you took off your mask.

And I backed away

Off the path I had trod

You're no longer my angel

And you're not my god.

For love is for giving

Not stealing and theft

Not raking and robbing

Till there's nothing left.

And that's what you've done

Given nothing but grief

You think you're a mastermind 

But you're just a petty thief.

Like Narcissus of legend

Gazing long at the pool

At the image reflected

At the face of a fool.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

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Narcissus (pronounced nar-SIS-uhs) is a figure from Greek mythology, specifically a handsome hunter known for his immense beauty and extreme arrogance. After rejecting all lovers, he fell in love with his own reflection in a pool, eventually dying and becoming the flower named Narcissus. The tale serves as a cautionary myth about self-obsession and is the origin of the term "narcissism".

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Sunday Afternoons In April 20 yr old goodie from Voo's Vault

Sunday Afternoons In April 

The Sunday paper is piled high in little individual 

Tents of newsprint as I discard each section when 

I am done 

Terrible news here, Society there, exotic 

Travels, food, awful movies and bank robberies 

Get Fuzzy comic strip over there but usually 

A jagged hole where I have torn it out to put on 

My refrigerator 'cause I love Bucky Kat so 

Even when he's mean to Satchel (especially when 

He's mean to Satchel) but that dumb dog is so 

Sweet he makes me cry sometimes.

The ice in my iced tea is melting and watering 

Down the caffeine but I love to watch the beads 

Of moisture forming on the outside of my glass 

Like tears 

On the stereo plays Amos Lee or Leonard Cohen 

P.O. D. or Vivaldi, whatever my mood 

And over there in the corner waits the computer 

The screen tuned in to Poet's Dream or 

ProphecyintheNews or Homestarrunner dot com 

All sites populated by strange and wonderful 

Beings that I have never met but somehow love 

Outside, I hear the birds and the odd passing car 

Or truck and I run outside to look at all the 

Greenery and inhale the fragrance of roses and 

Honeysuckle that surrounds me like the breath of 

Heaven.

The cats look at me and yawn and go "Oh, it's only 

you!" and go back to sleep in their little cat beds 

And I envy them that they have each other and 

Don't need me, except for food and y'know.....litter. 

I wish I had somebody. It's so quiet here on 

Sundays. So peaceful. But so lonely. And the music 

And the Forums only magnify that fact 

I sigh and write a poem. Maybe eight or nine

Maybe none. I write because I need to and I 

Don't because there's nothing left to say.

Villanelle For Our Time Leonard reads in his 

Rough and tender poet's voice and my heart aches 

In time with his as I lift a rose's petal to caress 

My face, momentarily distracted from the world in 

Which I live with it's discarded bad news and 

Melting ice 

Poets should never live alone, I think and reach to 

Pick the papers off the floor. It makes us crazy. 

It makes us write incomprehensible sentences that 

Do not rhyme and will never be understood 

But such is life in April with it's storms and flowers 

And Sunday afternoons so quiet with bird song 

Such is life and yet, I dare to dream 

And wish......for more. 

©by Voo

April 23, 2006 

 

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A Collaboration of Need and Desire

A Collaboration Of Need and Desire

I tried to ignore you

But it was a hopeless ploy

I saw the boy inside the man

And the man inside the boy.

I too tried to ignore you

To dismiss the obvious

But I couldn’t stop imagining

Your touch, your tender kiss.

I saw the way you looked at things

Like only a poet could

I saw the way you felt about things

Like only a real man would.

The uncanniness of expression

Alone possessed by those of like minds

Like hearts, like needs and yes, like souls 

Those universal ties that bind.

But roles were played, stands were taken

With so much postering

Only to surrender to the lonely void

Succumbing to the pain within.

Oh so much is said in silence

Much more than when we speak

Yet my ability to sense who you are

Is at it’s euphoric peak.

And your passion calls to me at night

Your soul cries out to me

And even if it were possible

From you I can never be free.

And yours to me, your passion calls

In codes and other subtle ways

Separated now, we have long been

But the desire, it never fades.

And though I try with all my might

As I've done in love before

            To run from love with it's pain and glory, 

It's your love I can't ignore.

I tried. I tried. I really tried

To forget I'd seen your face

But you left a mark upon my heart 

That can never be erased.

So much has been shared between us 

Memories that can't be put to death

Like a lion my love chases your love down

And I'll love you still with my last breath.

             (c)8-2020 Voo ShiningStone/LocThiese Collab

Words & Images             

  

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Help Me Make It Through The Night

Elvis and Lisa Marie Tribute R.I.P.

 

Floors Made of Fire

  

Floors Made Of  Fire

An effigy, they tell me, is not the real thing

But a stand-in for a man

A made from rags or straw or resin

Rolled up newspapers or bits of paper

Kind of doll-thing with no soul.

It's symbolic of something hated

Something they want to destroy but haven't

The guts to destroy

And so they burn the effigy.

It makes them look like big bad terrorists

When they are only simpering cowards

Holding torches and shouting words

That pierce the heart like swords.

Fire should be saved for cold winter nights

Fire should be savored as a life giving gift

Fire should be kept in a locked deep stone box

And shared among frozen friends.

But there are those that deserve the fire

And not for warmth and not for life

But because their hearts are filled with hell

Effigies of men-without-souls shall be given to the flame. 

To dance alone, eternally burning

On floors made of fire

Forever. 

To dance alone, eternally burning

On floors made of fire

Forever. 

©️by Voo Shining Stone

July 16, 07