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Fairies

31 Saturday Oct 2015

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dreams, eternal, fantasy, folk tales, forever, lifetimes, love, mystery, nature, romance, spiritual

 

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If you wander into the woods
stealthily peek behind the trees.
Fairies may be in hiding there;
they’ll vanish, quick as you please.

The fairies are a friendly folk,
at least, they may appear that way.
They’ll lure you with their fairy wiles;
siren like, they’ll lead you astray.

Timid, beautiful woodland nymphs
swathed in soft diaphanous gowns.
In subtle shades of nature’s hues
bright leafy greens and somber browns.

Whispers in the rustle of leaves
will lead you to their secret glade.
They’ll gently soothe away your cares.
Why would you need to be afraid?

Fairy maids will wine and dine you.
They’ll whisper that they love you so.
You’ll think that you’re in paradise.
They’ll never, ever let you go.

Weeks and months will pass unnoticed.
What seems a day may be a year.
The world outside continues on,
while you remain in limbo here.

Fairy mists will envelop you
so you can never see your way.
Memories are, but long lost dreams.
From Fairyland you cannot stray.

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Icarus

30 Friday Oct 2015

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blues, death, despair, emotion, empowerment, fear, free, love, mystery, personal, philosophy

Icarus

Icarus (Photo credit: Jim Moran)

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there is a space
between the mind
(that tends to seclude)
and the universe
(all-encompassing)
i travel this space

there is a space
between musical notes
between words
between lines
(very important)

there is a space
between the breathing in
and the breathing out
between the fullness
and the emptiness

between ascending
to the sun with Icarus
and the inevitable
plummeting
to earth

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Crystal Ball

28 Wednesday Oct 2015

Posted by DennisCardiff in Poetry

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desperation, destiny, emotion, imagination, kindness, lifetimes, longing, nature, personal, unconditional love

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My life would be so much easier
if I knew what others thought,
what they expected,
what they wanted.

I went in blind,
not knowing the emotional situation
(I’m not telepathic).
I said what I felt,
what I believed.

There was another other
shrouded in mystery.
How was I to know?
I wasn’t allowed to ask.

That would have been an invasion of privacy.
Better, I stumble in the dark,
being told I’ve done nothing wrong
as accusations fly.

I’m lost, but not offended.
I lived a dream,
everything was possible,
a spirit, a whisper
of love
extinguished.

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The Old Maple

27 Tuesday Oct 2015

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death, emotion, empathy, eternal, longing, love, mystery, nature, personal, philosophy, tree

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Chilled
under the first
dusting of snow.
The old maple,
gnarled, naked,
emaciated limbs
(a crone)
reaches skyward,
grieving
the death of summer.

Short months past
billowing sleeves
of red and gold
(before that shades of green)
waved
in jubilation —
young girls dancing.

Her canopy
screened lovers
from burning sun,
prying moon.

(They didn’t tell a soul.)

Still,
the lovers come
to relive precious moments,
hear crunching leaves,
inhale damp, earthy odors of decay,
hold hands,
embrace in heavy winter garments,
kiss cool cheeks,
savor the scent of fresh air
on chilled skin.

I embrace her
for the last time this year.
She settles in,
patiently awaiting the buds of spring.
For now,
I say goodbye.
I will return with the leaves.
She will be here
waiting.

 
 
 
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Chickadee

23 Friday Oct 2015

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birds, Buddhism, compassion, empathy, empowerment, kindness, loving kindness, nature, personal, spiritual, unconditional love

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It was a crisp, sunny
October afternoon
in the arboretum.
I was meditating.
My mittened hands
rested,
upturned on my thighs.

A chickadee hovered
in front of me.
Seeing a convenient perch,
it landed in my open palm,
then hopped upon my thumb.
She looked me up and down,
side to side.
Having seen
all there was to see,
she flew away.

She brought such joy,
this tiny feathered thing.
I valued her presence
as a gift of trust,
a gift of love,
a sign from nature
and the universe
that all was well.

 
 
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First Snow Fall

20 Tuesday Oct 2015

Posted by DennisCardiff in Poetry

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dreams, eternal, free, longing, love, mystery, nature, personal, romance, sighs, snow

snow

 

white flakes
(like eider-down)
flutter from heaven
collect on tree branches
hedges and shrubs

like your kisses
they caress my cheeks
brush my lips
burst on my tongue

they blanket all
leaving the path
an untouched virgin
a wonderland
of mystery

all traces
of my coming
have disappeared
making me question
am i here
at all?

 
 
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Read about Bethany and me in Jail Bait.

18 Sunday Oct 2015

Posted by DennisCardiff in Prose

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architecture, attraction, author, books, empowerment, equality, family, love, romance, sex, travel

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Shadrak

17 Saturday Oct 2015

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blues, dance, emotion, fantasy, hot, jealousy, longing, mystery, romance, sexy, sighs

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Saturday found me at the Shadrak,
a downstairs club that had it all.
A woman took the floor in glad rags.
I felt I was in for a fall.

She spied me lounging in the corner.
My eyes caressed her every move.
She beckoned me over to the dance floor,
sleazy blues had us in the groove.

She was a tall sleek woman with a class act,
slumming and feeling so high.
Knew this was wrong — her legs were so long,
dress was cut up to her thigh.
She had to be a wife or a girlfriend,
no man would let this woman slip by.

Soft fingers stole away my reason,
for her I’d do right or wrong.
Flash of a thigh, wink of an eye,
she played that dress just like a song.
Maybe her lips, or the sway of her hips,
she had my number all along.

The scene couldn’t have been sweeter,
‘till Johnny sauntered through that door.
Cursed us a while, said we were vile,
reputations trampled on the floor.
Should have walked away, that isn’t my way,
his accusations cut to my core.

No backing down for right or for wrong,
for her I had to settle the score.
Glint of a knife, the end of a life,
Johnny lay dying on the floor.

Built to tantalize, she knew she was a prize;
she was a tall sleek woman with a class act,
slumming and feeling so high.
Knew this was wrong — her legs were so long,
I couldn’t let this woman slip by.
I wouldn’t let this woman slip by.

 
 
 
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I’ve Always Wondered

16 Friday Oct 2015

Posted by DennisCardiff in Poetry

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alone, death, depression, despair, desperation, suicide

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I’ve always wondered
what my 62 year old grandfather
was thinking
that Friday
at 1:30 in the afternoon,
when he decided to leave his office
in the courthouse,
where he was County Court Clerk,
to drive out of town,
park on a by-road,
walk to a nearby bush,
pull out his handgun
and shoot himself
through the head.

I’ve always wondered……why?

Perhaps,
one day
he’ll tell me.

 

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Welcoming the End

15 Thursday Oct 2015

Posted by DennisCardiff in Poetry

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anger, death, depression, eternal, forever, free, frustration, loneliness, mental illness, psychology, rage

grave

 

Visions of my crumpled, lifeless body,
haunt my aimless footsteps.
Spectres from the grave welcome,
this life-weary traveler.

Tomorrow, that will not come, denies
upturned eyes, the soft rains of hope.
Flames of sorrow and rage sear,
this tortured soul.

Ragged hell-cries of desperation rip,
and pierce my mind.
No sound is uttered,
since there is no ear to listen.

Grief rises and swells,
like the limitless ocean,
swallowing this helpless, solitary victim,
in tides of comfortless tears.

Mother earth, take this flesh, these bones
to your rocky bosom.
Pull a cover of earth
over this last weary day.

 

This poem represents a very bleak period in my life. After expressing my feelings on paper I sought psychological and medical help. I am now pleased to report that suicidal feelings have been abandoned. Depression will always be with me; however medication allows me to live a healthy, even happy life.

 
 
 

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Red Lips

11 Sunday Oct 2015

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Tags

kiss, lust, motorcycle, nature, ocean, romance

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A motorcycle
pulled up beside me
as I walked along
the Pacific Coast Highway.

“Want a ride?”
cooed a sweet, sexy voice.
“Sure,” I said.
I swung my leg over
I don’t mind riding bitch.

I slid my fingers
over her perfect hips
and joined them
over warm, toned abs.

The ocean breeze
caressed our faces;
my fingers
caressed as well.

We stopped
to watch the sunset.
Foaming waves lapped
our naked feet.
Gulls swooped
and squawked.

Our hands met,
I grasped her hair.
Her red, expectant lips
found mine.
The rest of her body
followed.

 

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Memory in Blue

09 Friday Oct 2015

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birds, compassion, emotion, empathy, free, kindness, love, mystery, nature, sighs, spiritual

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A flicker
of cerulean
swoops beneath the boughs
of towering pines
against the sky.

Wings, a silent whisper.
Dream, not quite come true.
Shadow, on my mind.
Memory
in blue.

 
 
 

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Whisper and Moan

06 Tuesday Oct 2015

Posted by DennisCardiff in Poetry

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compassion, despair, desperation, down and out, dreams, drunk, fear, haze, longing, lonliness, lost love

Drunk Wine

 

Troubled blues with feeling
may ease my tortured mind;
free me from the clutches
of those I left behind.

These dirty hobo rags
hang on a wasted frame,
haunted by the memory
and rhythm of your name.

Walking through this alley
shrouded, dark with death.
Evil deeds will haunt me,
until my final breath.

Craving me some whisky,
a friendly word and smile.
You can spend my money,
just stay a little while.

Whisky clouds my thinking.
Your face is just a blur……
Few more drinks together
I may think you are her.

Guitar strings, whining steel,
a whisper and a moan.
Use me and abuse me;
don’t leave me here alone.

 
 
 

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Rain Soaked Blues

02 Friday Oct 2015

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Down and Out Blues
 

I walk the empty, rain soaked streets.
Footsteps echo against brick walls
formidable as a prison.
There’s no escape from loneliness
devouring my soul from within —
an endless cinema of despair.

Locked within this kaleidoscope,
distorted images from my past
haunt daydreams, nightmares;
there’s no room for reality.
Players in my mind pull the strings;
dance this mournful marionette.

I follow the cooling evening breeze
with no purpose or destination.
Feet lead me in a trance.
Mindfulness blocks my thoughts,
(destroyers of my self-esteem)
momentarily, held at bay.

Life, a never-ending battle,
one foot in front of the other,
seconds follow tedious seconds,
breaths counted entering and leaving,
heart beats it’s pounding rhythm
I walk these empty, rain soaked blues.

 
 
 

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