Cozy Rosy

 

Dozy Rosy

slumbering

warm and cozy

softly peeks

Summer speaks

a sultry

taunting, haunting

tale of long days

and warm nights

no longer she fights

Awake!

Forsake the calm

of slumber

time for

posey,

dear Rosy

Smile!

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Cozy Rosy

Snug as a bugShe wakes!

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25/19

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Awake!

Quickly! Hold your candles high,

oh Children of the Light

and do not let them flicker

through

the cold and angry night.

As darkness slips

across the land,

the bony fingers

of its hand

fill the empty hearts

and break the fractured minds

of the lost and angry kind

with insidious accuracy

as it is wont to do.

 

The Destroyer playing

hide and seek

while feeding on

the lost and weak,

and crying foul

within the game

Fear works to snuff

the very flame

it desires above all else.

 

Raise your voices high,

oh you Bringers of the Dawn,

the King is growing restless,

time to check him with

a pawn.

Light the corners,

fill the holes

of the lost

and weary souls

so that Fear cannot

reside there,

deceipt cannot hide there

where Love takes up the space.

 

Awake, ye Crystal Child,

for the time is drawing nigh,

pluck the stars from heaven’s

garden, and please do not be shy!

Create a brilliant, bright bouquet

and with your Wisdom run and play.

Bring back to life

what now is dying,

expose the jackals

that are lying.

 

Wake, oh Children,

sleep no more,

for patient Death

is at the door-

and he is ravenous.

 

CKP

copyright 2019

 

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Image courtesy of https://images.app.goo.gl/qDfuBFuPEJQL8naE6

 

This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt. For a little of that Brother Love and old time religion while enjoying a beer, visit Dan’s place.

 

 

 

 

Appointment Only…#ThursdayDoors

Last weekend included a Saturday excursion to Marrietta for the weekly Farmer’s/Artisans’ Market. I always love these events although one never knows if there will be anything worth picking up. This one seemed fairly diverse with some fresh produce, although not quite what we had hoped for.

There were some unique artisans with booths and I picked up a nice block of natural beeswax at the Beekeepers kiosk. I have a grand vision of making some natural waxed cloths for food wrapping and storage. I have a sheet or two I purchased at quite an extravagent price, so wanted to try my hand at and making a couple for myself. Wish me luck! I also picked up a cute little natural beeswax candle. Next time, we’ll try some of their honey! Oh! I also got a small jar of bee pollen. I started taking it some years back since it is purported to help build up one’s immunity to the local flora and lessen allergic reactions but I fell off after a short while.. Stay tuned….

 

For once, I did the Dan thing and looked for doors. I know we could have found more but the weather was whipping up a bit and our stomachs were growling by the time we left the market and headed down the sidewalks of the market area. This place didn’t help the hunger issue at all….

 

Oh goodie! A Cakery! Wait…

It was closed…..but…but…

Tasting by appointment? Why? If your cake is so special, why do you not want to share it with the whole world? Brides with money get everything. Oh bother…guess I’ll have to go and make a honey cake..

One thing about this city…there are as many churches as banks! And they are often next door to each other. 🙊Honestly, there are some beautiful church buildings. Here is just one of the half dozen we found in two blocks.

Yeah, there were some cool doors but there was a car or two blocking every view.

Meanwhile, check out this uber cool steel wine container artisan stall at the market. There was some really unique stuff there! And I got two prints of originals by a very talented artist there. Her work is simply amazing.

Happy ‘Almost Friday’. I don’t know about you guys, but I worked for this weekend. I also want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all you beautiful ladies out there. Each and every one of you is special. 💕

May Flowers/Round One

April showers bring May flowers. As I age I find myself identifying more and more with nature in ways I hadn’t imagined before.

There are some lovely white ladies in our front yard that seemed to have shared the same kind of week as me.

 

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Monday smiles!
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Tuesday laying low
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Wednesday hump might win the fight
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Thursday in bits and pieces
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Friday, exposed, soul laid bare..

Excuse me while I crawl into the weekend….but I’ll be back.

A good night’s sleep and my soul will be reborn..

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Deep within beauty remains
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She will shine again!

Time and Again/#1LinerWednesday

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Adrift on a sea of velvet dreams-

soft, pink memories that fade

in the harsh light of reality.

I wander through the hallows

of the forgotten, where moments

sharp as cut diamonds tempt my

hopeful heart, whisper my name-

beckoning, taunting, haunting,

cruel, heartless passion!

Tis a lonely journey,

wheel of life an endless round,

seeking love that won’t be found,

that cannot hear

the beat of a tender heart.

Over and around, up

and down. In and out

and round about.

So, even if there be no end

what can be lost if thus a friend

is made along the way?

What more to say?

Better, then, to have a friend

and not impassioned story end,

than wrapped in deep desire

to sink writhing in its mire

without friendship’s  warm

embrace to fan the fire.

Can you see me?

Can you feel me

like a whisper,

as a prayer,

a breath,

regret?

 

Cheryl KP

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Kiss me Quick!

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Kiss me quick!

I’m feeling sick.

Waves of desire                                  burn like fire!

Singe my soul

and

make me whole.

Kiss me quick!

 

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Twinkle, twinkle

little star

how bright and

beautiful you are

against your universe

of green,

a whisper, soft and oft

unseen.

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Touch of gold,

evening treasure,

wealth beyond

the greatest measure,

gift within the gift

so sweet!

The bee and me,

serendipity,

to share this

sweet

inheritance.

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Tickle me pink

as perched on the brink

of certain magnificence

and feigning innocence

before the morrow’s tender bloom

a blushing bride awaits her groom.

He shall not come!

The footmen gather at the door

hungry, lusting, wanting more

and enter when, no longer, shy

she spreads herself beneath the sky,

sweet honey then in dewy wet

will, on their tongues without regret,

intoxicate, inebriate, satiate,

blissfully exonerate

their wickedness.

 

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Almost Friday my lovely friends! WOO HOO!