My poetic heart has come back to life, With your sweet touch and gentle kiss, An old light comes back with new love, Through perfection is not your grace, And no love is free of trouble, The joy of your coming, shall remain forever with me, Even if you should leave.
For my sisters around the world... You need to hear this, remember it and learn from it. You may think what I am about to say is too harsh that there is a more delicate way to put what it. There is, but being gentle and hiding behind euphemisms has only created more victims. …
This week at my Mom's suggestion here are a couple of things that my Papa has said or done. The weekend we celebrated my grandfather's 90th birthday, I ate too many clams and was in terrible pain. It was so bad that my boyfriend at the time went next door to my parents room. Papi …
Last Thursday night, I fell asleep at 7:30 and woke up in time to go to work the next morning. I did it again last night. This evening, I feel asleep once again around seven and woke up three hours ago. My kitty boys gently reminded me that I had other things to do beyond …
If it had been a Knife I would have known If it had been a Fist I would have run away If it had been violent I would have screamed. But it was a Rose So I stayed and waited Then came Kind words So I listened and waited With all came deception But I …
Do I want to feel you against me? Yes, and so much more..... Do I want to taste you? Yes, and so, so much more. I want things I cannot name for fear of going over the edge which sailors once dreaded plunging into exotic realms places forbidden by customs called Morality.
Getting ready to head out the door earlier than usual for the great FCAT test. My classroom has to be sanitized of anything which might help the students. Plus, there is paperwork, I need to complete for my evaluation. Oh, and then there is the mound of grading begging to be completed. The life of …
Heartache pours out and doesn't ease or lessen the wound, Swearing to heaven for peace or just an end has no effect. And in the dark hours the heart craves just one sound, It's beloved to whom it is chained and bound, One moment to relieve the pain is desired, But never enough end to …
There isn't one in the house; no space has been preserved for a future one. The reason is purely economic. There are other more important things for me to spend my money on at the moment. Paying down my debts, saving the money for a washer and dryer so I don't have to truck my …
It's nearly noon and looking at my pedometer, I am more than 8,000 steps away from that goal. The first day with it, I didn't do very well; only 1,700 steps recorded. Of course, I left the darn thing at home while I ran errands. Today, I put it on right after my second cup …
Lucinda Rose 