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Monday, January 14, 2019

To All My G Plus Friends

Friends, Fans and Family:

Everyone is talking about losing G Plus in the coming months and are very upset and sad about it. I am, too.
But I have been told that that doesn't mean we will lose our Blogs, unless someone knows something that I don't.

So with that in mind, may I suggest that you all go to your friends' blogs, if they have them and FOLLOW them there and not just on the GPlus Circles. That way we will not lose contact or the ability to read or enjoy everyone's work.

I post many things to my Blog that I don't post on G Plus publicly so if you don't Follow me there, you will never be aware of that. And if you don't actually have a Blog, then make one and let us all know about it.

What do you think of this idea????? Is it Do-able??? I certainly don't want to lose all of the creative work I have done on my Blog........https://bluevineyard.blogspot.com/

I have made so many wonderful friends here and connected to lost friends from myspace and other sites and I just don't want to lose contact again. I will never go to facebook because of a 1000 reasons so don't look for me there.  Let me know what you think and please go to my blog The Blue Vineyard of Voo ShiningStone and Follow me there if you like what I do. Much love and peace to all. Voo







All My Friends by Amos Lee





NO FOOD LIKE LOVE





No Food Like Love



There is no food like love
No touch like your fingertips
No fragrance like your sweetness
No taste like your lips.

There is no time like this time
No wine like a kiss................
No song like hearts singing........
No loving like this.


©Voo
July 11, 10



TOO MUCH TOO LATE





Too Much Too Late



We love too much
Usually in those moments of losing
The thing later to mean the most to us
The thing we took for granted
Never seeing the chasm opening there
Inside a soul that will never be whole again.

We love too much
When love is a one sided option
And friendly hands are no longing reaching
No longer receiving our hurried handshakes
Our "nice to see you, gotta run, catch you laters"
Those listening ears forever shut now to our self-centered lies.

We love too much
When sun is gone and falling rain
Accompanies us the rest of our days
How lonely is rain, we think
And mix it with our tears
As we walk through life, looking for what is no longer there.

We love too much
When memory stirs and we catch our breaths
At the thought of those gone
Their smiles, their laughter, the light in their eyes
Needing that light so badly now
In the darknesses of our despair.

(We love too much
When it's too late
But not enough, we find, till then
When it's too late, we realize
How much, how much we needed them.)


©by Voo


Sunday, January 13, 2019

PILLOW TALK




Pillow Talk



We said our good-nights
And turned our backs
But the love refused to let us go
And slowly, without forethought,
We curled back into the form of one

Arms and legs entwined, so close
We could not then tell you from me
On the softness of the pillow's silk
We spoke in hushed lullabies
To one another's hearts

Feeling newly born like children
That have discovered 
Something magical,
Something enchanting
And cannot put it away and go to sleep.

Let's play some more............


©by Voo
April 18, 2017
8:22 p.m.

A THOUSAND WORDS





A Thousand Words




A thousand words
On twenty-five balled up pieces of paper later
I still have no idea how to say
What needs to be said
What should have been said
A hundred heartbreaks ago.

It 's just so hard
To find the words to properly convey
A tender farewell
A loving tone and a gentle goodbye
That will not wound
Someone already walking wounded.

I start and stop
Rewrite a refrain, revise an old rhyme
Throw in some honkey tonk lyrics
Soften it all with some bubblegum pop
And images of violins playing softly in the background.

I don't know why I bother
You would only sneer at the above stanza
It's heavy metal and anarchist beats you love
Punk rock so loud your eardrums bleed
And anything to do with pain. Especially mine.

See how my little hands shake?
I can hardly hold a pencil
I can barely see to write
My eyes are black, my soul is bruised
And I sit here trying not to hurt you.

If I could talk, I wouldn't
For that only makes you mad
Only makes you crazy..er than usual
When you walk through the door
Hell bent for hating and still needing love.

I don't know what happened to you
To make you be this way
To make you into a hollow man
But I've got to find a way to go
Before there's no me left.

I hear your footsteps now
Coming up the stairs
Hear you rehearsing new slurs
That you haven't used yet
Though their cold jagged points
 Have already hit home.

I hide the balls of paper
Underneath the bed
Throw the pencil into a drawer
Brush the tears from my cheeks
And turn up the corners of my mouth into a hideous smile
As you and your pain walk into the room.

A thousand words
Form in my brain
A thousand words stick on my tongue
I look at you and remember how you used to be
Before you let down your guard and took off your mask
You look so alone, so small and alone
But tomorrow, for sure, I'm writing that letter.



©by Voo
May 25, 08
1:58 a.m.