Everything She is and Everything She is Not.
Too Lag, or not Too Lag Subject Poem Description To Lag, or not to Lag, that is the question. Whether tis nobler in the IP to suffer the pings and packets of untimely slowness, or to take arms against the sea of routers, and by opposing, boot them. To idle, to lag no more. For by lag, to say we end the activity, the connection that doth keep us busy. To idle, to lag… to lag, to say Boot! For I in this boot of idleness what pings may echo must give pause.
*He Glows with her Light in his Eyes* What she see's, she feel's his emotion and bathes in it. --TM LC Written by me 5/1/2023
Let me paint your body in water colors and be my work of art. <#
A Poem on Vulnerability, Authenticity & Letting Ourselves be Seen.
Tomi-Anne Raue https://www.elephantjournal.com/profile/tomi-anne/
https://www.elephantjournal.com/2021/04/i-will-show-you-who-i-am-when-i-feel-safe-wholly-comfortable-poem-tomi-anne-raue/
The Kiss Sara Teasdale Before you kissed me only winds of heaven Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain— Now you have come, how can I care for kisses Like theirs again? I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me, They surged about me singing of the south— I turned my head away to keep still holy Your kiss upon my mouth. And swift sweet rains of shining April weather Found not my lips where living kisses are; I bowed my head lest they put out my glory As rain puts out a star. I am my love's and he is mine forever, Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore— Think you that I could let a beggar enter Where a king stood before?
https://poemanalysis.com/sara-teasdale/the-kiss/?fbclid=IwAR1--rG_-yhQAEilZWEkUrpsbBrANdxYfXR28Yr9hTkAeW6sCef8G9Jhs_8
Threads of the weave to See, Threads of the Web to Foresee, Thread of the Weave to Be
If you could not speak to each other, What would be left? The way you look at each other, The way you look for each other, The way you feel each other.
he sat at the back and they said she was shy, She led from the front and they hated her pride, They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance, They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence, When she shared no ambition they said it was sad, So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad, They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears, And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears, And she listened to all of it thinking she should, Be the girl they told her to be best as she could, But one day she asked what was best for herself, Instead of trying to please everyone else, So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees, She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves, She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine, And she told them what she'd been told time after time, She told them she felt she was never enough, She was either too little or far far too much, Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak, Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek, Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs, And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her, And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave, For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe.
https://southerncrossreview.org/141/hemsley-breathe.html?fbclid=IwAR3ViOrHOYXTb1WpmY08vk59istXr_uSco_UAr413KEFzJ576UjcZrspoaM
--Read your soul like emotional braille.
Raistlin Majere -- Test of High Sorcery, but in the process, he acquired white hair and golden skin and was cursed with hourglass eyes which saw the effects of time on all things. - Quote from Dragon Lance --But there are so many different --(Vague) With me I see your colored orbs of certain colors in place of your eyes denoting who you are and especially what you are feeling, especially what you are feeling; and has a direct powerful effect on me. --See who you are and what you look like at your full potential whether before or after your prime. --Read your soul like emotional braille.
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
BY MAYA ANGELOU
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46446/still-i-rise
https://interestingliterature.com/2019/10/10-of-the-best-poems-about-the-soul/
Don't just fall for anyone. Fall for the one who hears your words as music. Who understands the riddle that you are. The one who plants peace in the chaos of your heart.
Hiawatha's Childhood" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
https://www.online-literature.com/henry_longfellow/925/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgfPluV0shE
Unconditional Love will always last forever.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AeefPqVZKA
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45392/ulysses
You have to be careful with him. He has been picking up the fragments of his heart for some time. With great pain, sorrow, and regret he places them back together -- all by himself. If you want him in your life, you must understand the cracks in his heart. He returned from a war zone -- all he needs now is a safe haven.
Variables from my perspective. Lady in tow with two; two parents nearby. Little girl stands next to me with her eyes white/gold glowing. See and feel it first and look up in astonishment. Look left and notice her looking up at me with hands clasped in front. Looking down to see such beauty and heart looking up at me, my smile all I could give and a brief wave. Mother keeping watch turns and bends down to pull her back and she doesn't want to move. Mom looks up and our eyes gaze at each other reading everything for quite a bit. Turning, she breathes and looks away, as dad steps up and meets my eyes. We analyze, and an instant mom stands meeting my gaze. Reeling from my heart now bewilderment as the job takes over once again. ~LArry
From the Codex latinus monacensis – c. 1230AD (Commencing with the sequence of texts utilised by Carl Orff in his ‘scenic cantata’)
Wait for somebody who understands all the different parts of you.
LLmusings ~LL "I don't fit anywhere or belong to anyone.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/9401/let-it-enfold-you/
https://www.lovetoknow.com/quotes-quips/love/long-distance-love-poems