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Sunday, April 26, 2020

If All I Can Be Is Yours














If All I Can Be Is Yours



If all I can be is yours
To love, to hold, to cherish dear
What will happen to me then
When I find you no where near?

If all I can be is yours
To live with, play with, work and walk with
What will happen to myself
When I have you not to talk with?

If all I can be is yours
And all I have is yours alone
What will happen to me when
I wake one day to find you gone?

What will happen to me, tell me
I'm just your personal lump of clay
For years I've lain on dusty shelves
Until you decided that you would play.

You've molded me and scolded me
And made me what you cared to
You made me wife and ruled my life
Rebel? I never dared to!

Oh, love, oh, husband, can't you see
You made me wife but buried me!
I'm just some property for you to own
So what will happen when you are gone?

Give me some freedom, give me some time
Give me some slack to reel my own line
Give me some caring, give me some air
Give me some hope and something to share.

Come take me down
From my old dusty shelf
Give me your love
But give me myself.



©by Voo

Written at a shelter for battered women

OSIYO




OSIYO, (HELLO) SYNALEI OSTU     (GOOD MORNING)
OTAHITSU
(HOW ARE YOU?)
I AM OF THE CHEROKEE TRIBE
NVDA DINIYOLI
(THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN)










Friday, April 24, 2020

Warrior Women



Loreena McKennitt- Kecharitomene




Warrior Women



We are the warrior women
We, who conquer fears
Except the one that comes at night
That creeps in with our tears.

The fear that quietly says to us
“You’ll never know a man
Who’ll love you like you need to be
Who’ll fit the master plan.”

That fear that does not talk to us
In daylight, morn or noon
But waits to torment us with night
In silent streams of moon.

Our days are filled with woman’s work
With care, concern and chore
We take care of the ones we love
And cry inside for more.

We feed and clothe and garden
We shop and sew and mend
We wait for love to pass us by
And notice us again.

We drive and file and organize
We wash and iron and fold
We open windows to the warmth
And bar them from the cold.

We cook and bake and regulate
We pay unending bills
We kiss away the little hurts
And nurse away the ills.

We fall in tired and weary beds
With day just hours away
Escape to dreams made out of hopes
That waking tongues can’t say.

Warriors, all we, in this world
Fierce and bold and strong
Women, soft and sad and wise
Who see the right and wrong.

We slay the daily dragons
Protect the innocent
Stand up to the unjust ones
From whom our woes are sent.

There isn’t much that we can’t do
If we are forced to do it
We grit our teeth, roll up our sleeves
And then we just get to it.

Warrior women, young and old
And black and white and brown
Yellow, tan and all between
They cannot keep us down.

Except at night, when shadows walk
And heartache makes it’s call
It’s then we let our hearts run loose
It's then, sometimes we fall.

It’s not that we cannot exist
Without a man to hold
But life without love’s tender touch
Soon withers and dies old.

Warrior women, without love
Stand strong against the world
Keeping order with stoic face
That conceals the little girl.

We need some shoulders to lean on
And loving, seeing eyes
That know it’s time to hold us close
When the warrior in us cries.

We are the warrior women
We overcome the pain
But the little girls in us need love
Until we’re strong again.








©by Voo
Aug 19, 2010
9:44 p.m.






                                          


Warrior Spirit by Selena Cross
used by her permission



Love Will Conquer All Amor Vincit Omnia






Have You Seen My Love?

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