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Keku's Poetry and Expressive Writing: Lulu the ProstituteI am Lulu a prostitute who liv...
I am Lulu a prostitute who liv...: Lulu the Prostitute I am Lulu a prostitute who lived in the 1800’s Velvet and pearls were worn upon skin Flowing like rivers drapi...
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
My Mother is Me! By Laura LaVeglia
There was a time in younger life when I not only made fun of my mother, but really did not fully understand where she was coming from. Mom would constantly mention how fast life speeds by.
A beautiful event or holiday would always end each sentence the same
"God Willing". In moms world this meant if she lived for mention time or place.
I stand here today looking into my magic mirror and the image of mom appears!
A beautiful event or holiday would always end each sentence the same
"God Willing". In moms world this meant if she lived for mention time or place.
I stand here today looking into my magic mirror and the image of mom appears!
I am my mother at fifty-five years old it is my time to worry about the future!
Mom is getting on in age and it saddens me to see her not the same fast witch on a broom. I swore at times that women had a machine or secret ring enabling her to go here and there with the speed of light.
Today emphysema took her magic locking it away for ever.
In a week and a half a jet will propel me to Florida with much need for prosaic after my flight. Seeing her bright face makes me forget my nerves, well just a bit. It has been two years since last we saw each other. I am excited to see her, but there is a side that is not. To view your mother in a whole new way is not easy. Promising myself to take sadness and put it into my pocket each and everyday I am with her
It is not easy seeing our parents age, for we all know the reason for the fear. Death is eminent and much closer then it ever was. Not that age is the only factor for the Grim Reaper to come a knockin, but it does not help!
I am going to enjoy every moment in my favorite place Florida and keep any negativity buried deep.
I could do that!!! If a mother and daughter can finally say they are friends, this is a walk in the park.
Enjoy your life everyday and embrace the good moments!!!! God willing!!!!
Mom is getting on in age and it saddens me to see her not the same fast witch on a broom. I swore at times that women had a machine or secret ring enabling her to go here and there with the speed of light.
Today emphysema took her magic locking it away for ever.
In a week and a half a jet will propel me to Florida with much need for prosaic after my flight. Seeing her bright face makes me forget my nerves, well just a bit. It has been two years since last we saw each other. I am excited to see her, but there is a side that is not. To view your mother in a whole new way is not easy. Promising myself to take sadness and put it into my pocket each and everyday I am with her
It is not easy seeing our parents age, for we all know the reason for the fear. Death is eminent and much closer then it ever was. Not that age is the only factor for the Grim Reaper to come a knockin, but it does not help!
I am going to enjoy every moment in my favorite place Florida and keep any negativity buried deep.
I could do that!!! If a mother and daughter can finally say they are friends, this is a walk in the park.
Enjoy your life everyday and embrace the good moments!!!! God willing!!!!
By Laura LaVeglia
Please go to my sister site http://britwriters.blogspot.co.uk/.
Many talented writers with interesting subject matters that will bring up some emotions.
May you all have a day,month, and life filled with joy and peace, for all else is trivial.
Laura LaVeglia (Keku)
Many talented writers with interesting subject matters that will bring up some emotions.
May you all have a day,month, and life filled with joy and peace, for all else is trivial.
Laura LaVeglia (Keku)
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
There Is No Place Like Home
Outside window on verge of eve, is a chickadee waiting
for warmth
With a powerful lift, painted closed window sees light of
new day
Tied around her beak a beautiful presentation
Silk ribbon heavenly shade of blue, she grips with
precision
She sits so delicately upon her chosen women
There is confusion spiraling about
Her hands shaking as chickadee presents the rice paper
Should she keep its contents wrapped and bound with a
secret to be found?
Excitement keeps her curious
The delicate woman unwraps its light or dark
But before the paper uncurls, silk ribbon intrigues her
senses!
Taking the ribbon across her face caressing its smooth
feel
Realizing it must stop
Procrastination is her middle name!
Moments lately, ephemeral and few
So uncurl my girl and read its tale!
Chosen to go back home with your companion is what it
said!
Confusion took hold as tilt of the head was placed
Now talking so calmly to this bird
Would never have done this act before
This is ludicrous!
My beautiful chickadee what does this mean?
You are going back home to the paradise you once knew
I am your angel to hold you tight
Fly with me as I take your anxiety away tying into a silk
ribbon
This time color of your choice!
Watching the ribbon blow away in the wind
Gracefully following the moon
Taking a journey faintly proverbial
Suddenly luminous white radiance
This comforts woman, realizing blue silk ribbon and its
message
There is no place like home!
Anyone who is very close to me, knows my take on reincarnation and how I believe we will all be living many life's and some more then others. Brought back to Earth to relive our mistakes until we have perfected our human being.
There is a strong believe that I lived in the Victorian Era as a Prostitute and living in jolly old England.
I decided to write a poem about a beautiful young women who's life was taken all too soon!!!!
She was a lady of the evening who lived in the slums of England, but each night she would venture into the better part of town to meet her men.
I hope you enjoy my poem "Why Did't I NotListen to the Crow".
There is a strong believe that I lived in the Victorian Era as a Prostitute and living in jolly old England.
I decided to write a poem about a beautiful young women who's life was taken all too soon!!!!
She was a lady of the evening who lived in the slums of England, but each night she would venture into the better part of town to meet her men.
I hope you enjoy my poem "Why Did't I NotListen to the Crow".
Why Did I Not Listen to the Crow
The crow’s raucous voice heard numerous times
On this night there was an air of apprehension
A warning is told, but only if you are tuned to natures
heed!
It was the 1800’s living as a prostitute was a dream or
nightmare
Live was not a picnic
Girl of young years uneducated and pretty
What else do I know what to do but to screw very well!
Watching mama and papa all these years
Brought to my young mind this is the way of life!
So here I am, a Victorian woman of the eve
Crossing this bridge became a way of life
Countless times brings into a world of countless dreams
It is five o’clock in morning
The old wives called it the dying of a crow
An explanation can’t be understood
Tiny hairs on arms are erect as familiar penis
The heart pleads not to enter
I drip with most fragrant desire
Just why not one more time!
This has been heard too many times in my head
A night of ecstasy
Shillings fill my pocket
I dream of the market with all its goodies
Crossing over going back home
Legs unsteady ,because door was left open too many times
There is a crow, but not just some crow
Can’t explain the feeling, I felt tonight
He kept screaming something about a man called Jack
Could it be a vision of love tonight?
If only I would have listened more carefully!
Suddenly the air becomes thicker then the fog
Feelings of vomit fill the mouth
I am scared!
Approaching is a gentleman of a lovely air
Convincing myself that is all that is there
We cross each other’s path as he tilts top hat
Batting my eyes ; feel the moisture once again between
legs
He stops and the tingle continues
There is something shiny glinting in the dark
A coin for thy?
Oh how smitten I deem
He put his arms around
Feeling his hardness, a smile becomes a part of me
Suddenly feeling faint; wetness, but not of the womanly
type
Again, and again he stabs at me
A more sickening sound I have not heard!
It was a knife that shined!
Oh why couldn’t I see!
He cut out my heart and my last breath
Why did I not listen to the crow that night?
He kept screaming “Jack will come to you tonight”!
Stupid me, stupid me!!!
Friday, October 5, 2012
There was a time in my younger life when I not only made fun of my mother, but really did not fully understand where she was coming from. Mom would constantly talk about how fast life speeds by.
A beautiful event or holiday as a family would always end each sentence the same
"God Willing". In moms world this meant if she lived for the moment of excitement.
I stand here today and I am my mother at fifty-five years old it is my time to worry about the future!
Mom is getting on in age and it saddens me to see her not the same fast witch on a broom. I swore at times that women had a machine or secret ring enabling her to go here and there with the speed of light.
Today emphysema took her magic locking it away for ever.
In a week and a half a jet will propel me to Florida needing prosaic after my flight. Seeing her bright face makes me forget my nerves, well just a bit. It has been two years since last we saw each other. I am excited to see her, but there is a side that is not. To view your mother in a whole new way is not easy. Promising myself to take sadness and put it into my pocket each and everyday I am with mom.
It is not easy seeing our parents age, for we all know the reason for the fear. Death is eminent and much closer then it ever was. Not that age is the only factor for the Grim Reeper to come a knockin, but it does not help!
I am going to enjoy every moment in my favorite place Florida and keep any negativity buried deep.
I could do that!!! If a mother and daughter can finally say they are friends, this is a walk in the park.
Enjoy your life everyday and embrace the good moments!!!!
A beautiful event or holiday as a family would always end each sentence the same
"God Willing". In moms world this meant if she lived for the moment of excitement.
I stand here today and I am my mother at fifty-five years old it is my time to worry about the future!
Mom is getting on in age and it saddens me to see her not the same fast witch on a broom. I swore at times that women had a machine or secret ring enabling her to go here and there with the speed of light.
Today emphysema took her magic locking it away for ever.
In a week and a half a jet will propel me to Florida needing prosaic after my flight. Seeing her bright face makes me forget my nerves, well just a bit. It has been two years since last we saw each other. I am excited to see her, but there is a side that is not. To view your mother in a whole new way is not easy. Promising myself to take sadness and put it into my pocket each and everyday I am with mom.
It is not easy seeing our parents age, for we all know the reason for the fear. Death is eminent and much closer then it ever was. Not that age is the only factor for the Grim Reeper to come a knockin, but it does not help!
I am going to enjoy every moment in my favorite place Florida and keep any negativity buried deep.
I could do that!!! If a mother and daughter can finally say they are friends, this is a walk in the park.
Enjoy your life everyday and embrace the good moments!!!!
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