I DREAMED OF SNOW ON SILENT FEET

SNOW BY LOREENA McKENNITT

I Dreamed of Snow On Silent Feet

I dreamed of snow

On silent feet

Falling down

Where heartaches meet.

Trees so bare

Like sculptures stood

Shorn of beauty

In their coats of wood.

The skies were satin

The clouds were silk

Like soft round pillows

As white as milk.

And everywhere

That my eyes glanced

The sad brown flowers

Stood up and danced.

The bare fields welcomed

The falling snow

Shame needs a covering

(Oh, how I know!)

The wind came whistling

And kissed my face

Departed laughing

With one last embrace.

And soon I stood

In a world of white

And watched the day

Turn into night.

The moon was smiling

With a child-like ploy

Through a tree full of snow leaves

Falling in joy.

And I ran in the moonlight

With a heart light and sweet

While the snow walked beside me

On it's silent white feet...

©By Voo

Dec 15, 07

11:11 p.m

I ALWAYS FALL FOR THE VILLAINS

I Always Fall For The Villains

What is it about bad boys
That makes me go weak in the knees?
What is wrong with me?
Why can't I fall for someone nice
And stable and ordinary?
Why do I go for the villains
And anti-heroes
And the jerks who treat me like dirt?
And why do they fall for me?

I'm a nice girl
I'm sweet and romantic 
And kind
I'm thoughtful and helpful,
Generous, unselfish,
Soft hearted and soft bodied
With a mind like a sieve
My heart falls off my sleeve
Cause that's where I keep it
And it frequently ends up
Under bus wheels or trains
Or under some guy's steel toed boot.

If I have the choice
Between some nice normal guy
And some motorcycle, leather-clad
Angel from the Bad Place
Which one do you think I choose?
Huh?
I think we know the answer
To that one
(Actually, I choose Guy # 3)
The wolf-in-sheep's-clothing
That you never see coming,
The one that appears like an angel
And turns out to be a devil in disguise.

My taste in men
Is questionable
That's a known fact
Friends shake their heads
And say, "What do you see in that guy?"
And I have no good answer
I let my heart lead me
And my heart is stark raving insane
It doesn't have a clue
It just wants what it wants
And apparently,
It has a death wish.

One day, I hope to marry
But I'll probably have to go
Off planet 
To find a suitable partner
That can meet all of my specifications,
Qualities and requirements
He'll have to be exceptional,
Good-looking, funny, smart,
Poetic, passionate, spontaneous
And crazy
(Oh, yeah.......
And have a handwritten note
From God.)

Otherwise,
I will remain, unattached
As they say
Whoever they are
While at the same time,
Attaching myself to the underdogs
And rebels w/or/w/out causes,
The class of men who
Ultimately have no class
But are so very able and willing
To hide that fact
For long periods of time
Until they are sure 
That I have fallen madly in love
And no longer have need of my mind.

I am such a loser
No, seriously, I am
You wouldn't know it
To look at me
You wouldn't know it
To talk to me
You probably wouldn't ever know it
Unless I told you about it
Like I'm doing now
Like the dope that I am
There's such a thing
As being too honest, I guess
Right?
Right.

I've broken the hearts
Of a lot of good men
Men who adored me
And desired me like candy
(Or crack cocaine)
Men who thought 
I was the wildest, most exciting girl
That they'd ever met
And they were right
But what they didn't know
But soon came to know,
Is that I can't fall in love
 with the guys in white hats,
I am a villain
And an angel in disguise

What is wrong with me?!
Good Lord, what is wrong with me?!

©by Voo
June 20, 2011

      Somewhere Down The Crazy River
     by Robbie Robertson

AS IF A DREAM

 As If A Dream


Softness lay on your hands like clouds in summer
And you touched me like a cherished violin
Eyes so full of sweetness I went drowning
Down to your depths and hurried up again.

Whispered on my neck, your mouth went seeking
And I, enthralled, became your willing muse
Through entwined fingers love came shyly peeking
Forgetting what it was we had to lose.

And there the grass rolled out as if a carpet
And there the sky scrolled back as if a dream
And there the birds of heaven serenaded
And flowers wove a tapestry unseamed.

No song and yet we danced in arms of longing
Delicate and quiet as the dawn
Till midnight fled and we were overtaken
By longing stronger than the strongest storm.

And passion touched my skin like strands of silver
Searing like the lightning in your eyes
Hands, once soft, became as rough as iron
And the bright moon echoed with our lovers' cries.

The joy of love, no poet can describe it
The need of man for woman, who can tell
What else on earth can give a taste of heaven
Take it away and makes you taste of hell?

Here in the night I reach the arms of wanting
I long once more to walk the road of bliss
Touch me with hands of softness and of iron
And dream me back to our first summer's kiss.

        













©by Voo
June 28, 2007 
2 a.m.

A Thousand Kisses Deep by Chris Botti

was listening to this when I wrote this poem......

SQUEEZE ME LIKE AN ORANGE

Squeeze Me Like an Orange

Squeeze me like an orange

Kiss me like a peach

Touch me like a tropical breeze

On a moonlit white sand beach.

Play me like a violin

And a song you love so much

Write on me a symphony

With your prodigy's gold touch.

Dance me like a tango

On a polished marble floor

I'll throw you thornless roses

And I'll call you back for more.

Hear me like a lullaby

Calling from the deep

Pulling you to waking dream

From the twilight realm of sleep.

Love me like a hungry man

And a prisoner set free

I'll be your banquet, your muse, your dance

As you are, love, to me.

 

Tu Me Besas Muy Rico

.....song goes with poem.....

the world's sexiest song in my view

©by Voo

Jan 26, 2005 
11 p.m.

❤️

AT LAST

At Last

Nestled in
Our solitude
Like baby birds in downy nest
We croon to one another's tune
And sing our solaced hearts to rest.

Too many nights on rain-hued streets
Too many days in sunless cloud
We crept alone like keyless thieves
And cried inside but not out loud.

Seeking for a silver lining
Searching for a bowl to fill
Looking for a life, untarnished
And love received, believed and real.

For in the dark woods of the memory
Was there we lost the taste of good
And wandered, lonely, like homeless gypsies
Begging love like it was food.

Until we stumbled
On one another
Until we fell in desperate grasp
In empty arms that bade us welcome
And made for us a home at last.

And there's no need for consolation
Regret, or time to mourn the lack
We lost our lives on haunted highways
And love has given our lives back.

And it is here
We'll dwell forever
To savor all the joy we've found
Like birds that sail on winds eternal
Our feet no more, to touch the ground.

©by Voo

Feb 23, 13

10:18 p.m.