Jealous Of You

 

Jealous of You

When the wind touches your cheek,

Blows back your hair,

I get jealous

Jealous because I don't want

Anyone, any thing touching you but me!

When the sun's rays fall on your face

And make your eyes squint

As it turns your skin a sweeter shade of brown

I get jealous

Because I don't want anything in your eyes but me.

Jealousy is torture but exquisite torture

It stings with the pain of a honeybee

But makes you know, indeed,  how much

You want, you crave, you need

That honey that comes with love.

The soil of love's battlefields

Through time immemorial

Have been stained 

With the blood of that jealousy,

Made sacred with the blood of that love.

The heart wants what it wants

And will not settle for less

Will not release until the bands break

And even then, 

Will not let go though the heart has turned to dust.

Some say jealousy is evil

But I say jealousy is pure

For what is love that can be passed around

Through different hands and hearts

And not kept holy and cherished in the heart of the One?

And you are my One

And I am Yours

I want no other lips, no other arms

Kissing me, holding me

Nor kissing you, holding you.

I am jealous and I make no bones about it

Neither do I apologize or make excuse

For what is love that does not care who touches it, soils it

When once it lay like a precious pearl

On a bed of priceless gold?

That is my love for you:  A precious pearl

And I will not give you up or let you go

I will not share you with strangers who do not know your worth

I will not stop wanting you, needing you, loving you 

Even if you walk away from me.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Jan 16, 2021

WARM ME

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warm me


warm me, my love, i am so cold.........
i can't feel these fingers tracing the frozen tears
falling from my eyes
flowing down my cheeks onto your heart.

warm me, my love, i long for flame
red like passion, hot like fire, strong like wine
melt me like the glacier that i am, i was, i am.....
i no longer want to be.

warm me, my love, with the glance of your eyes
the touch of your hand, the breath of your mouth
so cold.....so cold....
so cold......as you were, too.

in the waiting of the wanting of the needing, 
of the void that grasps the loveless.... 
and pulls us down into it's depths
to lie frozen in the silence of a darkened sky.

warm me, my love, burn me as i burn you
coming to life now in this desperation of desire
this heat that flickered low but never died
never died. never died. never died......

but lives now in this newest of days and nights 
and dreams
warming......warming......blazing now with love
your touch is like fire, your love is like a potion
i drink......i feel.....i love....i burn....i melt


the glacier gone forever.

©by Voo Shining Stone
Nov 14, 2004
7:38 p.m.

Kiss Away

 

Love Came Softly

 

Love Came Softly

Love came softly

To my doorstep today

In a little white gift box

With some sweet words to say

Inside was a smile

Inside was a kiss

Inside were caresses

And the fragrance of bliss

Love came softly

To the taste of my mouth

Hungrily pleading

As it's mystery poured out

Love came softly

Like a dream not a dream

Whispering in rapture

And a shy silent scream

Love came softly

As I inhaled the air

And it fell on my face,

On my hands, in my hair

Love came softly

Just a hint rather than

The shadow of substance,

But formed into a man

Love came softly

With it's solace and charms

And I saw it and reached out

And pulled it into my arms.

©by Voo Shining Stone

2021

Things Southerners Can't Stand from Southern Living Magazine©

 Southerners are the easiest people in the world to get along with, but there are some things that just stick in our craw. They're our shared fingernails to the chalkboard, our collective white shoes after Labor Day. They remind us that, despite surface differences between, say, Texans and Georgians, we are virtually united when it comes to rude kids and other things we "just don't go along with." (Mama's disapproving "I just don't go along with that" can strike fear and shame in her children, long after they're old enough to get the senior discount at the movie house.)

In some cases, we simply say a silent "bless your heart" and go about our business. For example, if you don't know how to make cornbread and actually put sugar in it, we'll force it down and move on. Other offenses, like odious violations of what we consider basic Southern manners, get us riled, make our blood pressure go up, and can even provoke unseemly utterances (translation: we'll cuss out loud) right there in the Piggly Wiggly.

We consulted our Facebook Brain Trust to find out what's on their list of stuff Southerners can't abide. Let us know what we missed.

"Rude children who weren't raised right and answer precious Memaw with ‘yeah' and ‘nope' instead of ‘Yes, ma'am,' and ‘No, ma'am.'"

"Bad manners—interrupting someone who's talking, failing to hold a door open for the person behind you, bragging about yourself, getting so absorbed in your iPhone grocery list at the Winn-Dixie that you run over the preacher's wife with your buggy—file all that under ‘rude and tacky.'"

"Instant tea. Instant coffee. Instant grits."

"Hollywood actors who mutilate Southern accents."

"Garbled Southern expressions—someone saying ‘you-uns,' for example, instead of ‘y'all.'"

"Hearing someone call Coke ‘pop.'" Aside: Not only do we say "Let's stop and get a Coke" when we intend to  purchase an actual Coca-Cola, but we say the same thing when we mean to buy a Sprite, Doctor Pepper, Mountain Dew. . .

"Going someplace—like Boston—where servers look at you like you're crazy when you ask for sweet iced tea."

"People who think all Southerners just stepped off the set of Dukes of Hazzard."

"Yankees who use ‘y'all' when referring to ONE person. It's plural—y'all!" Aside: Don't we love the way Chip Gaines, on behalf of the rest of us, makes "y'all" possessive on national TV? We can't remember—is it "YAWL-ziz" or "Your all-ziz"? Either way, it makes us feel as warm and fuzzy as a MoonPie and an RC Cola.

"Proper tea should be sweet. Proper cornbread should not. Sweet cornbread is called ‘cake.'"

"Whiners!"

"Mean people. Rude people. People who don't use their turn signals."

"People from outside the South who tell me, ‘Say something again—I just love to hear the way you guys talk.'"

"People from north of the Mason-Dixon who make fun of our slower speech. My fave response: ‘I may talk slow, but I'm not stupid.'"  Aside: The late Callie Mitchell, who had the most genteel old-school Southern accent ever, also had the best advice on dealing with rude people who make fun of Southerners:

"Mah deah, you cannot ah-gue with ignorance—you can only foah-give it."