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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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25/19
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
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.
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. 💕
why don’t we give her more reasons to rejoice? How beautiful could the world be then? 🙂
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.
Excuse me while I crawl into the weekend….but I’ll be back.
A good night’s sleep and my soul will be reborn..
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
Copyright Words and photo 2019
Kiss me quick!
I’m feeling sick.
Waves of desire burn like fire!
Singe my soul
and
make me whole.
Kiss me quick!
Twinkle, twinkle
little star
how bright and
beautiful you are
against your universe
of green,
a whisper, soft and oft
unseen.
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.
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!
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