Beware The Kitten's Claws

 

Beware The Kitten's Claws 

(The Enigma of Love)

Love she is, a red red rose

With thorns within her leaves

Perfumed coverlets on graves of death

Left there by the left one that grieves

Love she is, a sparkling wine

Waking feelings asleep that wait to be woke

Intoxicating inhibitions to rise up and flee

Birthing passion and poetry that wait to be wrote.

Love she is, the sweetest thing

And the saddest thing of all

The cold of Winter, the heat of Summer

Spring's bloom and the decay of Fall

Love she is, the tiger's wildness

The soft and playful paws

The kittenish purr wrapped up in fur

But beware the kitten's claws.

For love she is, a two-sided thing

She gives and takes away

With such tools employ, she'll bring you joy

And then leave you where you lay.

How do I know this tale of woe?

This mystery I speak of?

This gift of Heaven oft tinged by Hell

My friend, my name is Love.

And Love I am and Love I'll be

Until the end of days

An enigma even unto myself

And no man can learn my ways.

A rose with thorns, a life with death

A wine that reveals your deepest flaws

A tiger, exciting and a kitten, enticing

Who will love you and sleep with your heart in her claws.

©by Voo Shining Stone

May 10, 2021

8:42 p.m.

People Like Us

 

People Like Us

There  is no reason to try, you see

For people like you, for people like me

We reach and we reach but we never get far

Above us are dark skies with no shining star.

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Dreams are just wishes that never come true

For people like me, for people like you

And wishes are wisps that blow quickly away

Like the darkness of night overtakes the bright day.

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Love is unattainable, not maintainable or true

For people like me, for people like you

It matters not if we're witty or blessed with fair charms

We cannot find a way to make love dance in our arms.

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Happiness is fleeting like white clouds in the blue

For people like me, for people like you

A mirage in the desert, an oasis that appears

Then dissolves when we reach it in a rainstorm of tears.

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I've never known or understood it

Why this happenstance should be

Why poets die a thousand deaths

And true loves rarely see.

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It's like we have to pay a price

For every verse and rhyme

The beauty we put on the page

That will never fade with time.

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There's no heart like a poet's heart

No one feels what we feel

We love so deeply there is no end

Be the subject false or real.

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I wish I had the answers, all

And that enlightenment could see

It would change the lives of  every poet

The people like you and me.

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Till then we'll write in our solitude

No shared passion, no bliss or it's fuss 

Sweet words to be quoted in the wooing of others

But with no happy endings for people like us.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Nov 20, 2020

7:38 p.m.

That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain...a true story told in prose form..........

                               

Gentle rain sounds

Play both at same time. Adjust volume to taste

That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain

I had to get away

And get away I did

Drove to Hot Springs and got a hotel

Ordered some pizza

And tried to watch some tv.

But I was bored

So very bored

And it was raining a sweet Spring rain

Yeah, rain has always

Made my blood run hotter

And my feet want to get loose and dance.

I got all dolled up

In a black jumpsuit of spandex

Curled my long hair

Put on perfume

And silver.

Drove the streets of that town

Looking for a place that was alive

With music and men

Some place or cool scene

To let off some steam.

The high end clubs

All seemed too dull

Though I was dressed in a "high end" way

But there was nothing in any of them

That made me want to stay.

I was about to give up on the whole idea

When something shiny caught my eye

I pulled over into a parking lot

Surveying the neon lights

As the rain fell gently 

 And Phil Collins sang "my song."

It was a biker bar!

(You know the kind)

The kind you see in movies

With Hondas and Harleys parked there everywhere

And men all dressed in black leathers.

I was terrified

(But so enthralled)

For I'd never darkened that kind of door

But I was bored and feeling dare devil-ish

And my body was just starved for dancing.

I checked the rear view and tousled my hair

As "Hold On My Heart" played on repeat

(You know sometimes when you get obsessed)

And you just wanna hear that song?

Well, hold that image in your mind....

I walked in like it was a movie premiere

And the crowd held it's collective breath

No exaggeration, I kid you not

(But I was scared too death!)

Yeah, me, the girl you think you know.....

I was scared too death!

But I made my way through

The whistles and smoke

And found a place to sit down

Looked around to see if I was the only girl there

And I was but for some Motorcycle Mamas..

Then the beers started coming

(And I do not drink beer)

And the boys started swaggering

And making boy noise

But I didn't look up and meet anyone's eyes

(Though they all seemed to be willing toys.)

After two or three beers

I was losing my shyness

And feeling my boldness

And losing my blues

And began looking 'round 

For a partner to choose.

And then it hit me:

The wildness

(You know that wildness)

And I tossed back my hair

Oh no, not that!

Oh, yes, I did!

I tossed back my hair

And got to my feet.

Downed the last of that horrible

Horrible beer

And then I kinda lost what was left of my mind

Grabbed me a startled cute guy by the collar

As Def Leppard started screaming out "Sugar."

 "Come here, boy, let's dance." I said

And all eyes glued to us

(Well, mostly on me but.... you know, you know 😉)

The cute guy ate it up, grinning like crazy

And didn't put up much of a fuss.

To be continued....................(maybe)

My Love Is A Garden

🌹 My Love Is A Garden 🌹

My love is a garden

My eyes are the sky

My skin is a cloud

That you must not pass by.

My hands are the feathers

Of a beautiful bird

That can talk to your body

Without saying a word.

My mouth is a vessel

Curved softly and fine

That will intoxicate you

With the sweetest of wine.

 I'm a most fragrant flower

Blooming for you alone

If you inhale my perfume

You'll be transported home.

Hurry quick from your wandering

To the one you dream of

Gardener, come now and tend me......

I'm your garden of love.

©by Voo Shining Stone

October 19, 2021

11:00 p.m.

A Moon To Remember