Forgiven

With the greeting of hands
our fingers intertwined,
leading him to the room
which was once yours and mine.
In my exhalation
he inhaled all of me,
casting away your past transgressions
together he and I
created a new memory.

Blanket Forts

I want that young love..
That hangs up just to call right back cause..
Cause your voice is the last I wanna hear..
I wanna play hide and seek whenever you are near..
Because, "tag, YOU'RE IT!"..
Well I mean you always have been..
And with you,
I want to experience that young love again.

Undress Me

Write me a sonnet
Perhaps a haiku.
Watch within
14 lines or 17 syllables
As I discard my
Silence for you.
With reckless abandon
Slip my slip slowly
From the top of my shoulders
To the base of your feet.
Verses of lust behind your smile
And stanzas of love
Written the moment our eyes
Intimately meet.

Big

Children, be careful
what you wish for cause you may
get more than you like.

The Lion King

The circle of life
comes with joy and pain-- why not
live it worry free.

Up

We're never too old
nor too young to enjoy life--
our great adventure.

The Wizard of Oz

Yellow roads may lead
to emerald cities but there's
no place quite like home.

Beauty and the Beast

Life becomes way more
beautiful when we can look
beyond what we see.

Rock-a-Doodle

The sun will always
shine for those that use their voice
for the greater good.

Trolls

Some look high and low
but happiness is found when
we search our own selves.

Moana

Exploration of
scenery and self reveals
our true destiny.

Pinocchio

Being real means you
allow your conscience to guide
you towards honesty.

The Princess and the Frog

When you're pursuing
your dreams you'll rely less on
a prince to save you.

Despicable Me

A little love and
positive influence can
light up the darkness.

How To Train Your Dragon

Show compassion cause
in times of trouble your foe
may become a friend.

Mulan

Sometimes all we need
is bravery and belief
to find our true selves.

Frozen

Family comes first
when we understand blood is
thicker than water.

Shrek

Eventually
love proves it's not bout what we
see but what we feel.

Happy Feet

If we allow it
our  gifts can be stolen by
uniformity.

Finding Nemo

No matter how lost
we feel in this big world, love
will bring us back home.

The Sandlot

Dreams lived and fears faced
with the right group of people
to believe in us.

Inside out

Just as up needs down,
happiness needs sadness like
we need each other.

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Without anyone
to share your chocolate with,
life can be unsweet.

Finding Neverland

Imagination
makes a way for us to stay
forever youthful.

Horton Hears a Who

We're not different
cause a person's a person--
black, white, big or small.

August Rush

Follow the music
and you'll find the life you seek
is right before you.

Charlotte's Web

Friends are like mirrors--
they come in many forms to
show our radiance.

Aladdin

Wishes come with costs
cause deception is not free
so just be yourself.

Ratatouille

Our gift makes room when
we stay true to ourselves and
our higher calling.

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium

Your inner sparkle
is dimmed if you don't believe
in your potential.

The Good Dinosaur

Earn the right to leave
your mark by doing something
for a greater cause.

The Lorax

Someone like you must
plant a seed and let it grow
for a better world.

Meet the Robinsons

Despite the choice of
rejection or invention--
keep moving forward.

Write More

Happy National Poetry Month!

My theme for this year is dedicated to children's movies. During the month of January I spent 3 weeks watching nothing but adolescent films and I was blown away by how inspired I became by the messages each story told.. Through haiku I will revist the lessons I've learned from those movies and attempt the infamous 30 for 30. This will be challenging, but I'm always up for a good challenge. Stay tuned..

Square Peg

Not the one to plead,
way too proud to beg,
but see I get it now--
I'm the round hole,
and you're my square peg.

None Of Us

None of us make it out of here alive,
so dive.
Dive in,
begin.
Begin
that thing you've always dreamed of,
fall in love,
and never let them go.
Sow,
sow seeds of forgiveness
be about the Father's business.
Or at least about your own.
Build a house and make it a home.
Don't,
don't you spend another minute alone.
Call up a friend
because everyone's story is the same in the end.

None of us will make it out of here alive,
shift your gears into overdrive.
Today,
today lead the way for a lost child,
turn to a stranger and give them a smile.
Do,
do something worthwhile.
Because this is a one way street,
and there will come a day when death and us will meet.
I repeat..

None of us make it out of here alive,
the memories we've created will become archive.
Strive,
strive to be the best version of you,
read a book a two.
Get lost so you can find your own way,
Do,
do something out of the ordinary today.

Maybe...

Choose a charity and fund it,
sign up for a marathon and run it,
grow a garden and green thumb it,
write a song and hum it.

Grab,
grab your passport and just go,
be like the breeze and blow
because you never know
if this day is the one where it all stops.
Call,
call up your pops
simply to tell him you love him.

Get,
get up and go to the gym
because if not now
then tell me when.
When will the time ever be right?
Write,
write more often about whatever,
put pen to paper,
it doesn't have to be clever.

You,
you can't afford to take these
moments for granted.
Granted,
we've all been transplanted.
And the time will come when
the Planter will return for His seed.
Decide,
decide now whether you bloom
into a flower or into a weed.

Because we just don't,
sadly we won't,
make it out of here alive.
And I know that I've,
I've
sounded like a broken record,
in hopes to move you toward,
towards,
living life fully.

*In memory of G'ma and Pop 3/17/81, 3/17/10*

All the other things

Dear Mr Tin Man,

Oh how I feel your unfelt pain
and what it must be like to want to love once again.
To feel the embrace that a hug may bring
or the cleansing a few teardrops could spring.

To laugh and smile,
to show kindness even if for just a short while.
The simple things that remind us we're alive
the ability to prove that a heart once broken could survive.

Oh, Mr Tin Man,
so brave of you to want to care,
to be there
pleading to be present and living.
Forgiving,
and freeing
wanting to experience the perks of a human being.

But Mr Tin Man,
over time we've slowly lost touch
and the process was quite gradual.
Our emotions have become masked and
we're no longer fragile.
Just like you we also have become made of metal
living in a world lacking in mettle.

Desensitized,
even chastised
for showing the smallest acts of love.
Mr Tin Man
what in the hell has happened to us?
For you I hear it was a curse of the wicked witch
and well for us,
I think we may have dug our own ditch.

Because it's become cool to be cold,
a bunch of fools who don't fold,
wanting to be held but unwilling to hold,
externally put together yet
internally out of control.
And quite frankly to me it's all gotten old.

Like you Mr Tin Man,
I'm ready something that is real;
someone just for me.
A man that understands
that it's not what he's looking at that matters,
but about what he can see.

So much time has been spent
but no one is getting an investment on their return,
we've become stuck in old belief systems
we have yet to unlearn.

Oh Mr Tin Man,
is this what you really want?
Are you sure you can handle
the way the heart currently beats?
Because I'm telling you now
it's been hard in these yellow brick streets.

Don't get me wrong,
I understand your loss;
I relate to your side--
it takes a whole lot of courage to look in the mirror
and no longer want to hide.

There is a blessing--
a gift so to say,
a divine satisfaction that comes when we're able to
put our feelings on display.

Like I wonder if Dorothy, Scarecrow or even the Lion
fully understood your plight.
Could they possible fathom what it must be like
to have someone dim out their light?

I apologize,
excuse me for going off on a tangent
I didn't mean to digress,
let me sum up this letter by what I came here to
address..

You dear Tin Man have inspired me
well beyond measure,
and that empty chest of yours
ironically holds the worlds greatest treasure.

It's not a trunk full of rings--
crowns for kings,
not a bird who sings
or even an angel with wings..
No, I have found in you the ability
to be grateful for all the other things.

You're the collateral beauty
to my collateral damage,
you unknowingly slid me some oil--
lubricated my mind
so now I can manage.

There aren't enough words to
express my sincere gratitude,
so I'll simply say thank you
for being my Wiz
minus all of the attitude.

The Night Shift

Every night my heart breaks just a bit,
lying comfortably in bed,
knowing I'll soon have to get out of it.

Now I suppose,
I chose--
what at the time seemed best,
completely unaware of the health complications
that could arise from the constant lack of rest.

And yes,
some may say,
"Consider the pay--
you're no longer living check to check."
And as true as that may be,
what they fail to see
is that deep down I'm a wreck.

Because my fuel comes from the sun;
I'm energized by its rays,
but now most of my time is spent
sleeping away the days.

Relationships?
Please, you don't even wanna get me started,
because obviously the graveyard shift
was designed for the lone hearted.
Socially deprived,
I have no time to be found by my mate,
by simply taking this position I unconsciously
told my love life that it'll have to wait.

An isolated hospital worker,
alone and very sleepy,
just the thought of returning to work
makes me kinda weepy.

Nightly encouraging myself, 'to see the wider view,
thinking possibly my patients may actually need you.
Praying to not become frustrated by foolish orders
or annoying physicians,
but to remember that this too may be apart of the mission.'

In the scripture Colossians 3:23
we're advised to do all of our work 'heartily'
as if we are doing it strictly for the Lord.
And to be reminded that the inheritance
of heaven will one day be our reward.

Though it seems like there's no rest for the weary,
heck,
not even during the night,
this season will soon pass
and eventually we'll be living back in the light.

So to my fellow overnight workers
who may also despise this assigned shift,
hang in there a little longer--
soon enough we'll get out of this.

For our joy comes at the sign of daybreak--
and the Lord our Father specializes in healing
the night shift workers' heartache.

Best Dressed

In search of the perfect dress,
an inner desire to impress,
to stand out from the rest.
Stressed,
depressed..

..because I've been here before.
Wanting you to want me more,
and notice beyond the fabric choice I wore.
Adore,
amore..

..the woman under the garment.
A heart full of content,
that believes we are meant.
Ascent,
heaven sent..

..but something has been delayed.
Maybe you're also afraid,
to be played.
Betrayed,
swayed..

..to recognize what has always been there.
An answer to a silent prayer,
for your broken heart to repair.
I'm rare,
I swear..

..I'm more than what the eyes can see.
Unapologetically she,
fully clothed or nakedly free.
Spiritually,
uncover me..

..and I will do the same too.
Together that 3 piece suit we can undo,
break through,
baby, I got you..

..but only by request.
And a commitment to profess,
and finally address,
that once side by side is when we'll both be,
'best dressed.'

Walk a Mile

In my shoes..

In the halls of North Babylon High
I was probably high,
brain clouded as the sky.
Yet I,
stayed fly,
with a fresh pair of Classic Reeboks.
The jealous girls loved taking shots--
they plotted my demise.
So you can say it was a given
that I kicked it with the guys.
Far from a tomboy
I crept with the 'Creeps',
5 of us strong,
you can say we rolled deep.
Yet unfortunately that lifestyle
wasn't one meant for me to keep.

In my shoes..
In my shoes..

Shortly after graduation is when I met him,
we quickly became that young couple
who rocked matching Timbs.
And after years of living in sin
you could say we were all in.
Said goodbye
to NY.
Dreams of starting a new life,
perhaps in Atlanta he would make me his wife.
And at that I laugh
instantly our whole became a half.
In less than a year
he too would disappear.
Alone in the A,
an out of towner trying to find her way.

In my shoes..
In my shoes..

Since he was gone
I figured I try to play the field,
a week after he left
was all the time I thought I needed to heal.
So I put on my heels
and hit the clubs,
searching for someone to keep it 100
but only finding dubs.
Got no love
until I ran into the next him,
and boy,
I wish what I know now
that I would've knew back then.
Got caught up in a triangle
with a couple of squares,
this new guy thought his women
was sent to him in pairs.

In my shoes..
In my shoes..

Barefoot and broken
this pain dropped me to my knees,
crying out to God, I shouted,
"Lord help me please!"
And right at that moment I didn't think twice,
came face to face with the Father and welcomed
the Christ.

My shoes..
My shoes..

Were always a custom fit,
and those painful experiences were designed to
equip--
me to be
like Cinderella with her slippers made of glass,
our new shoes were created to help us walk away from
the past.

In my shoes..
In my shoes..

As comfortable as they may have been
while on my feet,
those sneakers, boots and pumps
are all now obsolete.
See my shoes I can lose--
I'm strutting in His glory,
through sharing where I've been
and telling my story.

Metaphorically
you can now walk a mile,
and you'll learn that it's not
what's on my feet that keeps me in style.
It's my ability to smile
after each and every trial--
Encountered,
in my shoes.

Mile High Club

On Valentine's Day,
love's in the air for those who
catch flights-- not feelings.

Collaboration

Creative creature
creating creations with
The Great Creator.

The resurrection of Infinity

Titled piece-- Unmotivated

Inspired

Mentally aroused
by the thoughts of my new muse--
he's inspiration.

Hairy Situation

Like hairs to the head
you've become apart of me,
I'm bald without you.