Shelly's Poetry

Sunday, November 15, 2009

What Is Wrong With This Site? I am At A Loss! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Just one question! Why do bloggers say thank you for reading them at their blog but rarely bother to visit the one they are thanking? [You know who you are so let's have your viewpoint]! In Residence I reside in a hut of timeless mire but I long to dwell in a castle of desire. Only fools take the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 14, 2009

It's Not So Much The Sound

It's not so much the sound but the silence thereafter ~ O, I’ve heard the bellowing boisterous bastards and I know it’s true when a lass I would hear my auntie say, “Those dirty bastards!” Then roll her eyes and look away, all the while the men in my clan scoff about in contraband! [and proclamation... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 13, 2009

Perplexed ~~~~~~[The Robert Burns Stanza; Sextain] ~~~~~~~~~

I am not a stranger in this land yet I am a foreigner dwelling in the desert’s sand. I am here of my own accord, a self inflicted reprimand. With my resigned permission, the seas washed away my dream of dreams. Fleeing to the mountains to escape being hemmed, I pursue a final stand then nothing ends... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 12, 2009

It’s Different Now

I sit in my den and I look at the pictures on the wall. Many places I’ve been, many I have not ~ Still, I have my dreams; this life, a swaying pendulum of gusto and I know there are places and people I will never see again; it’s not that they aren’t important, they just aren’t ~ I put your picture... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Can You Touch It?

I am the fog horn of years gone by ~~ you know the drone, signaling the shoal and irritatingly droll. So droll, indeed! I am the Fresnel light of the present ~~ for in me lies the truth and the way, nothing concealed in harbored[ness]! Even I scoff at the likelihood of being in a loch [it’s still a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Varied Terrain

I have climbed mountains through my premeditated fear. The valleys swallowed my innocence; I emerged confident. Woodlands call for me, then call to me and I rebuke them. The stream runs crystal clear; its waters chill my essence. The valleys swallowed my innocence; I emerged confident. The trails... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 9, 2009

Of A Slumber

Alas it is early morning and I have awaken to my own fears and trepidation. This scenario plays far too frequently {I must check a horoscope, the sky indeed} yet I refuse to entertain it, even obliquely! In search I run to the corners of my mind searching... searching... searching... Always a dead... Sign in to see full entry.

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Bel-esprit

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Although I’ve only known you for twenty-four minutes I am completely taken by you! O, Bel-esprit, to wit, to wit, to wit... Come, entertain me! Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 8, 2009

Excerpt From My Poetry Book That's Headed To Barclay Press ...

I have placed a poem on the left hand page and on the right meditation/memory verse for the week; then seven verses that correspond for each day of the week! This book is meant to be in one's hands everyday, preferably on the nightstand to retire and arise in Scripture in celebration of the gifts of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 7, 2009

Fleeting Moments

Fleeting moments seem so far away. At the time they appeared to be — forever! Like fifth grade, doing math [a year of it!]; And the high school prom [you were the most gracious of dates; why did I let you get away? Oh why, oh why, oh why?]. College, ah, parties galore; but not at mine you see, for... Sign in to see full entry.

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