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| February is the longest shortest month imaginable. Perhaps it seems so long because the trees are bare, the temps fall even further than before and Winter seems almost to hold a grudge, refusing to relent to Spring up until the very last moment. Here in North Carolina we've had a very mild winter so far, however, and I hate to complain when others have had more than their share of snow and ice. BUT... There's always a way to find a break from the dreariness that is peculiar to this month. Poetry can refresh the soul almost as much as a warm breeze wafting through an open window, if you let it. Here is a lovely collection of writing from various authors that is sure to do just that. Sit back, enjoy this month's Sketch Notes, and dream of beautiful days to come. |
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
by Phyllis Jean Green
I’ve narrowed my addictions to you, chocolate, and you.
You really shouldn’t wear dope in place of cologne.
Nuzzling warm scent at the base of your neck
every nerve tingles, then relaxes. I need a hit
to get up in the morning. I need a hit to be able
to dress. I need a hit so I can work, a hit
to work up an appetite, hits to read, write, sleep.
You zap-lull-zap the heart, lungs, liver, spine, veins
you say you are addicted to. True, but I get uncut.
First choice, top of line, right off boat slash plane,
your voice, your hands, your sex, your laugh, your mind,
your gorgeous man legs and Adonis chest. Real dope,
the kicker, what will keep me hooked until I die,
is the natural sweet, heavy, yet feather light smell
at the base of your dear, darling, cool hot. . .
.say we can neck a little longer. Pleeeeeeease?
(c) 'Pea 4 Ray
by Phyllis Jean Green
I’ve narrowed my addictions to you, chocolate, and you.
You really shouldn’t wear dope in place of cologne.
Nuzzling warm scent at the base of your neck
every nerve tingles, then relaxes. I need a hit
to get up in the morning. I need a hit to be able
to dress. I need a hit so I can work, a hit
to work up an appetite, hits to read, write, sleep.
You zap-lull-zap the heart, lungs, liver, spine, veins
you say you are addicted to. True, but I get uncut.
First choice, top of line, right off boat slash plane,
your voice, your hands, your sex, your laugh, your mind,
your gorgeous man legs and Adonis chest. Real dope,
the kicker, what will keep me hooked until I die,
is the natural sweet, heavy, yet feather light smell
at the base of your dear, darling, cool hot. . .
.say we can neck a little longer. Pleeeeeeease?
(c) 'Pea 4 Ray
Just the Essentials
by Phyllis Jean Green
Food. Air. Water. Touch.
Shelter, if it is just a lean-to.
Clothing, if it is just a skin.
Light and dark, music and art.
You.
Moon to hypnotize and direct
Tides. Sun and fire to warm
And excite, and rain to insure
Drought doesn't kill.
You.
The birds, the bees, and the stork.
Babies blooming in parks, malls,
Nurseries. Animal friends. Work
Of real use to do.
You.
Hills, valleys, lakes, seas, shores rock
And sand, feminine curves of dunes.
Canyons, arroyos, dust-to-dust-
Inspiring ruins. Spot to rest a spell.
Guess who.
Needs may be few, but hear this.
Do not think about asking me
To ever think about
Going without
You.
by Phyllis Jean Green
Food. Air. Water. Touch.
Shelter, if it is just a lean-to.
Clothing, if it is just a skin.
Light and dark, music and art.
You.
Moon to hypnotize and direct
Tides. Sun and fire to warm
And excite, and rain to insure
Drought doesn't kill.
You.
The birds, the bees, and the stork.
Babies blooming in parks, malls,
Nurseries. Animal friends. Work
Of real use to do.
You.
Hills, valleys, lakes, seas, shores rock
And sand, feminine curves of dunes.
Canyons, arroyos, dust-to-dust-
Inspiring ruins. Spot to rest a spell.
Guess who.
Needs may be few, but hear this.
Do not think about asking me
To ever think about
Going without
You.
Bitter lesson
by Tina Tessina
Orchids, too tightly held
Fade to fragrant memory
Lovers, take heed
On Love
O thorny Rose!
Were you easy to pluck
Would your fragrance be as sweet?
Tina B. Tessina, Ph.D.
tina@tinatessina.com
by Tina Tessina
Orchids, too tightly held
Fade to fragrant memory
Lovers, take heed
On Love
O thorny Rose!
Were you easy to pluck
Would your fragrance be as sweet?
Tina B. Tessina, Ph.D.
tina@tinatessina.com
Our Timeless Love
By Mary Grace Patterson
This is an ode for my husband, who is my one true love.
The countless moments we’re together,
mean so much to me.
The special hours we share,
are as wonderful as can be.
Through days and weeks of time,
you are always there.
You’re my forever companion,
complimenting the love we share.
Our love has grown stronger
as time has passed us by.
I still treasure the marriage vows,
which united you and I.
You are my life ,
you touch my soul.
You’re with me night
and day.
You’re the sun,
the moon,
a breath of spring air,
that carries my heart away.
I’ll always love you darling
with feelings honest and true.
Every day I’m thankful,
for the special gift of you.
By Mary Grace Patterson
This is an ode for my husband, who is my one true love.
The countless moments we’re together,
mean so much to me.
The special hours we share,
are as wonderful as can be.
Through days and weeks of time,
you are always there.
You’re my forever companion,
complimenting the love we share.
Our love has grown stronger
as time has passed us by.
I still treasure the marriage vows,
which united you and I.
You are my life ,
you touch my soul.
You’re with me night
and day.
You’re the sun,
the moon,
a breath of spring air,
that carries my heart away.
I’ll always love you darling
with feelings honest and true.
Every day I’m thankful,
for the special gift of you.
Forever My Love
by Mary Grace Patterson
Forever mine, your love is sublime
Forever mine, through pages of time
Forever together, our hearts beat as one.
Forever together , till life’s days are done.
Forever together , mine you will be.
Forever and ever, through out endless eternities.
Happy Valentines Day ! I love you very much
by Mary Grace Patterson
Forever mine, your love is sublime
Forever mine, through pages of time
Forever together, our hearts beat as one.
Forever together , till life’s days are done.
Forever together , mine you will be.
Forever and ever, through out endless eternities.
Happy Valentines Day ! I love you very much
Whispered On The Wind
by George Alan Wilson
Whispered on the wind,
off on distant shores,
spoken from my soul,
with my heart forever yours.
No words are ever deep enough,
for feelings that I hold,
like Romeo and Juliet,
and stories that are told.
A longing for your sweet embrace,
to look into your eyes,
The flushing of your rosey cheeks,
the smile you can’t disguise.
The dream we shared of paradise.
A blissful ride for two,
knowing it can’t be real,
unless I dream with you.
Whispered on the wind,
off from distant shores,
Spoken from my soul, with
my heart forever yours.
The future seems so far away,
but for sure it’s yours and mine,
Only a desert separates us,
filled with sands of time.
Yes, Our Love Is Whispered On The Wind .
My Love
By Bobby Patterson
For The Girl Of My Dreams
My love is like an ocean,
It goes down so deep.
My love is like a rose
whose beauty you want to keep.
My love is like a river
that goes on forever.
My love is like a dove
with a beautiful message to bring.
My love is like a song
which will never end.
My love is like a prison,
It’s you I surrender too
My love continues to grow
with each passing day.
When I’m with you
eternity is only a step away.
You bring joy to my heart
I’ve never felt before.
With each touch of your hand,
I love you more and more.
When we say good bye,
when ever we’re apart,
I’ll always hold your love
deep with in my heart.
By, Bobby Patterson
( For The Girl Of My Dreams )
By Bobby Patterson
For The Girl Of My Dreams
My love is like an ocean,
It goes down so deep.
My love is like a rose
whose beauty you want to keep.
My love is like a river
that goes on forever.
My love is like a dove
with a beautiful message to bring.
My love is like a song
which will never end.
My love is like a prison,
It’s you I surrender too
My love continues to grow
with each passing day.
When I’m with you
eternity is only a step away.
You bring joy to my heart
I’ve never felt before.
With each touch of your hand,
I love you more and more.
When we say good bye,
when ever we’re apart,
I’ll always hold your love
deep with in my heart.
By, Bobby Patterson
( For The Girl Of My Dreams )
Our Love
Thought the eternal cosmos of time,
our love is like the stars and planets
in the universe, beautiful and enduring..
It grows year after year, encompassing
our lives and existence, until the end of
our time on earth ,, and beyond..........
Remember Me
Remember me in darkness
and in the warm sunlight, for
no where will you find a greater
or truer love than mine.
By Mary Grace Patterson
Thought the eternal cosmos of time,
our love is like the stars and planets
in the universe, beautiful and enduring..
It grows year after year, encompassing
our lives and existence, until the end of
our time on earth ,, and beyond..........
Remember Me
Remember me in darkness
and in the warm sunlight, for
no where will you find a greater
or truer love than mine.
By Mary Grace Patterson
The Dance Begins
February 11, 2011
by Ann Marquette
With Valentine’s Day coming I want to share this poem I
wrote in 2005. I hope you will enjoy it.
You sit in this quiet place
Playing quiet beautiful music
A peace comes over you
You feel a joy you never knew
You look up to see her
There a short distance away
Her smile comes from deep within
She walks very slowly
She is coming to you
You are still playing
Yet you have stopped breathing
You feel you are in a dream
She is beside you now
She holds out her hand to you
You take her hand and rise
The music goes on in your souls
You hold each other
Softly, slowly you glide around the floor
The dance begins
To the quiet song within your hearts
CopyrightJanuary 8, 2005
February 11, 2011
by Ann Marquette
With Valentine’s Day coming I want to share this poem I
wrote in 2005. I hope you will enjoy it.
You sit in this quiet place
Playing quiet beautiful music
A peace comes over you
You feel a joy you never knew
You look up to see her
There a short distance away
Her smile comes from deep within
She walks very slowly
She is coming to you
You are still playing
Yet you have stopped breathing
You feel you are in a dream
She is beside you now
She holds out her hand to you
You take her hand and rise
The music goes on in your souls
You hold each other
Softly, slowly you glide around the floor
The dance begins
To the quiet song within your hearts
CopyrightJanuary 8, 2005
Love Always
By Leann Marshall
Nights bring dimension to thought
Shadows where there once were not
Then Dreams may take her
Far and away
From comfortable things
She, through closed lips mutters
Sifts through false recollections
Troubles they bring
Restless in the dark she shifts,
Tries making reason in that place
Where nothing melds
Falls down between the rifts
Eyelids flutter
Seeking truth so hard
Struck blind by confidence once held
But
Soon as light of morning comes
She wakes
And there’s the open door
Then all it takes is
Slip her love back on like an old shoe
No matter how worn out the sole
It always fits
Takes her back to where she was before
By Leann Marshall
Nights bring dimension to thought
Shadows where there once were not
Then Dreams may take her
Far and away
From comfortable things
She, through closed lips mutters
Sifts through false recollections
Troubles they bring
Restless in the dark she shifts,
Tries making reason in that place
Where nothing melds
Falls down between the rifts
Eyelids flutter
Seeking truth so hard
Struck blind by confidence once held
But
Soon as light of morning comes
She wakes
And there’s the open door
Then all it takes is
Slip her love back on like an old shoe
No matter how worn out the sole
It always fits
Takes her back to where she was before
Sketch Notes Archives
Thanks for visiting Sketch Notes, the
seasonal and creative page of my
personal Website:
http://www.leannmarshall.com
I enjoy reading and writing (check out
my two fiction novels, The Starfish
People and The Rendering.)
I created Sketch Notes as a fun way to
express myself poetically, but I love to
feature other writers' work with a
link back to their own Websites.
Links to Sketch Notes archives are at
right.
My philosophy as quoted by Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe:
"One ought, every day at least, to hear a
little song, read a good poem, see a fine
picture, and, if it were possible, to speak
a few reasonable words.”
Don't forget to bookmark Sketch
Notes, tell your friends, and visit
often!
If you have written something you
would like to see in a future edition of
Sketch Notes, email me.
Thanks for visiting Sketch Notes, the
seasonal and creative page of my
personal Website:
http://www.leannmarshall.com
I enjoy reading and writing (check out
my two fiction novels, The Starfish
People and The Rendering.)
I created Sketch Notes as a fun way to
express myself poetically, but I love to
feature other writers' work with a
link back to their own Websites.
Links to Sketch Notes archives are at
right.
My philosophy as quoted by Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe:
"One ought, every day at least, to hear a
little song, read a good poem, see a fine
picture, and, if it were possible, to speak
a few reasonable words.”
Don't forget to bookmark Sketch
Notes, tell your friends, and visit
often!
If you have written something you
would like to see in a future edition of
Sketch Notes, email me.
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