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ꖢꔷ ꔷ i can build a house ꔷ ꔷꖢ

ꔷ ꖢ ꔷ

i can build a house

with the East wall looking to the future

the South made up of  the present

the West nothing but the past

the North facing infinite possibilities

and above a sky full of  stars

but it’s not a home

without you

ꔷ ꖢ ꔷ

ꕐ ꔷꖢꔷ ꖪ

ꔷ ꕐ ꔷꖢꔷ ꖪ ꔷ


“A House Is Not A Home”    Ella Fitzgerald

originally posted  21 February 2013

artwork ~   “Houses at Falaise in the Fog”   Claude Monet
{ public domain }

*in certain divinatory practices the directions represent time phases:

North = Infinite Possibility (no-time)
South = Present – Now
West = Past
East = Future

this was prompted by ~

Words Count With Mama Zen    at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   build a house in 48 words or less


thank you,  Mama Zen!

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∙♥∙ ♡ ∙∙ Love is the enemy ∙∙ ♡ ∙♥∙


∙♡∙

∙ ♡ ∙

Loneliness has a secret

a weakness it tries to hide

for it cannot stand to be alone

no,  it wants be a guide

into and through the depths of  despair

traveling close by  your side


it  preys upon your insecurities

needs you to lose any sense of  pride

feeds thoughts of  betrayal,  rejection or indifference

with a mantra of  “he lied!  he lied!”

leaving you  feeling helpless

as if  all hope has died


but Love is the enemy of  Loneliness

a   full heart can always turn the tide

if  you but trust in the chance  for happiness

staying open to the  joys that  Love can provide

in the warmth of  your lover’s embrace

you can  feel Loneliness defeated…     all its desires denied

∙♥∙ ♡ ∙♥∙

♥∙ ♡ ∙♥

∙ ♡ ∙



“Love Is A Battlefield”   Pat Benatar

artwork ~   “Love Thoughts”   Raphael Kirchner
{  public domain }

this is my submission to ~

Kerry Says ~ Is Love a Tender Thing?   at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:  write a poem for Valentine’s Day with the theme “Love is The Enemy”


thank you,  Kerry!

“Love Is A Battlefield”   Pat Benatar

lyrics ~

(We are young, heartache to heartache, we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You’re begging me to go, you’re makin’ me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you’ve had
Believe me, believe me, I can’t tell you why
But I’m trapped by your love, and I’m chained to your side

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We’re losing control
Will you turn me away, or touch me deep inside
And if all this gets old, will it still feel the same
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

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∙∙ઇ •• ∙ calling all angels ∙ •• ઉ∙∙

∙• ઔ •∙

• ઔ •

∙ ઔ ∙

i am
i am all that i need

there may have been
( and this is rumour only )
there may have been
one time
one time i was in need

and in that time
that time of  need
( the one that’s rumour only )
perhaps
just perhaps,  mind you
a guardian angel
looked out for me

impossible to prove,  i say
i say,  impossible to prove

and as i was all alone
at the time
( the time that’s rumour only )
it cannot be proved

though the fact
that i am here
alive
today
may be all the proof
that’s needed

proof
that there is,  indeed,
an angel watching over me

i shall not tell you more
no,  i shall not tell

for
i am
i am all

all that i need
i am

∙ ઔ ∙

∙• ઔ •∙

ઇ• ઔ •ઉ

∙ઇ • ઔ • ઉ∙


“Calling All Angels”    Train


“Calling All Angels 2″   k.d. lang and Jane Siberry

originally posted  2 February 2014

artwork ~   “The Angel”    Erte
{  fair use }

the following prompts were used to inspire this poem ~

Birthdays in February    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem for this mini-challenge about individualism


thank you,  Kerry!

and

Fireblossom Friday:  Calling All Angels    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem about an angel in your life and title it “calling all angels”


thank you,  Fireblossom!

Poetics — Repeat Performance First Time Through    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem using repetition
{ please note ~ i even repeated the music video *smile* }

thank you,  Karin!

and

Poetics — Say It Again, Sam    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem using repetition  { didn’t someone just say that? }

thank you,  Hedgewitch!

“Calling All Angels”    Train

lyrics ~

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you can feel the world shake from the words that I said

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

And I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
Cause my tv set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

When children have to play inside so they don’t disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies cause we dont talk for years
And football teams are kissing queens and losing sight of having dreams
In a world where all we want is only what we want untill it’s ours

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels
And I’m calling all angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
And I’m calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels

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·Ꭷ· •Ꮼ• ·Ꭷ· is love alive?

·· •Ꮼ• ··

·· Ꮼ ··

is love alive?

in spring
when newborn tendrils struggle
to find their way through cold earth

in summer
when the sun’s lips brush across open blossoms
hot,  like a lover’s kiss

in autumn
when leaves become weary and fall
onto the ground so hard

in winter
when all becomes quiet
within the snow’s embrace

our love
defies the seasons
ever-growing
ever-lasting

alive

•Ꮼ•

·· •Ꮼ• ··

Ꭷ •Ꮼ• Ꭷ

·Ꭷ· •Ꮼ• ·Ꭷ·

i  listened to this song while writing and was inspired by the line “is love alive” ~


“Winter Song”    Sara Bareilles & Ingrid Michaelson

artwork ~  “Winter (VI)”   Mikalojus Ciurlionis
{  public domain }

this is my submission to ~

Fireblossom Friday:  Winter    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write something related to winter in some way but about human emotion


thank you,  Fireblossom!

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∙ꗴ∙ Alice doesn’t live here anymore ∙ꗴ∙


ꔷ ꗴ ꔷ

∙ ꔷ ꗴ ꔷ ∙

Alice found it nearly impossible to
overcome her addictions
to the assorted substances
imbibed while in Wonderland ~
they remained a constant craving

once she turned eighteen
Alice left her childhood home
and managed to find her way
back to Wonderland
at long last

taking up the cello,
Alice enjoyed sitting on a pedestal
stoned out of  her mind
playing to no one
{ occasionally the Cheshire Cat would sort-of  show up }

when asked what had become of  their daughter,
her parents could only reply
“Alice doesn’t live here anymore.”

∙ ꕐ ꔷ ꗴ ꔷ ꔶ ∙

ꕐ ∙ ꗴ ∙ ꔶ

∙ ꔷ ꗴ ꔷ ∙

ꔷꗴꔷ


“White Rabbit”    Jefferson Airplane

originally posted  9 November 2013

“Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”   Lewis Carroll ( Charles Lutwidge Dodgson )

artwork  ~   “Poets Corner”  by  ©Mike Worrall  from the prompt:

Sunday Challenge:  Featuring Mike Worrall   at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem  based on the work & themes of Mike Worrall

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