Thursday, March 31, 2016

This Used To Be My Playground....

Linking with Poet's United for the Mid Week Motif~ The Nineties posted by Susan
It may seem shallow, but one of the first things that came to my mind of the 90's was Madonna, so I shall write a poem consisting mainly the titles of her songs.  Wish me luck....and I promise there won't be erotica so papa don't preach! :-)
This used to be my play ground this place so far in the past....and like a prayer I hold on to the memories...for they are frozen in time within the confines of my heart....and when the music plays I'll remember once again how I was crazy for you.... cause you were my lucky star and I was your ray of light in a constant holiday that made me cherish what it feels like to be a girl now I live to tell each secret and all the confessions on a dance floor that those times whispered of that could never be a bedtime story...and I refuse to be sorry for it all was a stepping stone to where I am now like hard candy makes us brush our teeth....the wilds of life lead us to a settling a material girl I never was...but on the borderline I stood so many times where my spirit would take a bow and my heart would jump just to justify my love...vulnerable raw and true was the love we shared...and like a virgin each time we touched was like the first time looking back I know that nothing really matters if it does not hold love at the core.....and what we had was true survived the storms of time no rain nor drought could kill it.... now it is the past but it still proves to be the thief of hearts in my I turn the radio on again and again just to go back to that forbidden love and all the memories it holds....for it will and always be the place I go back to....cause you see this used to be my play ground.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Bold Sailor

Linking with Poet's United Midweek Motif ~Climate posted by Susan

The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. ~Mark Twain

There has been a climate change in the center of my heart.
The polar ice caps are melting because love's light has left a mark.
No longer are there icebergs that could sink the grandest ship.
 Now flows a current that allows a vessel's course to enter in.
 Expansion of the heart is a pilgrimage that must endure a harsher cold.
For the only way to gain a deep love is to be a sailor that is bold.

Saturday, March 5, 2016