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 best kept secret
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Lightening bugs

In the trees
lit up lights
of night

Smiles
and eyes
tracing flight

Caught up
in hands
so small

Cupping
the crawl
that blinks






Thank you for the welcome home :)
 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 1919
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Posted: 6/3/2009 5:44:43 AM
Ahhhh...Cat Stevens! Love the lyrics. Thanks Sunshine!

welcome back Sarah, very nice writing.

And a special welcome back to G....many secrets of the veils!

BKS...thanks sweety

We are coming up on 2000 posts! I wonder who will get the 2000th!

Manny xo
 best kept secret
Joined: 1/15/2006
Msg: 1920
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Posted: 6/3/2009 10:09:39 AM
Dogs...they're fine
travel with your dog?
keep this in mind....
Never pick up the date
you planned for, for weeks
with a year of dog hairs,
on the seats!



(yez...dis 'appened to me)
....and I wore black capris!





Who will get post 2000? Can't wait to see...!
 sunshineinbottle
Joined: 3/5/2009
Msg: 1921
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Posted: 6/3/2009 7:27:29 PM
In her pocket
was a stone
written words
she's never alone

unwelcome thoughts
kidnap heart and mind
hand in the pocket
rubs her stone

gift of a friend
will never forget
"I love you"
is all it said.

 himynameisSarah
Joined: 5/27/2009
Msg: 1922
Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 6/3/2009 9:32:03 PM
Entry for February 13, 2009
Death doesn't bother me like it did once before.
I've learned to block it out and live in complete denial
Of the things that haunt my heart.

Doesn't matter if it's real close or faraway
Death doesn't bother me like it did yesterday

I don't ever break down in fear of my son
Ending up like my daughter
tubes down her throat
cold and lifeless... the monitor went blank

Then it jiggled, when I moved her
and for one second I had some hope
That surely God did not take my angel away.

Now I see this little boy, same sweet eyes, curly hair.
He's being too quiet... do I check? No I wouldn't dare.

Because I'm afraid of finding what I did once before.
I just block it out and live in complete denial
of the things that haunt my heart.

Because you see, as I told you
Death doesn't bother me anymore.
 best kept secret
Joined: 1/15/2006
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Posted: 6/4/2009 12:59:29 PM
Heart strings tug and pull
tightening; shoring up
what was left, then ahead...
The heart and the mind
untangle strings, entwined
Destiny; dreams occupied
Where the heart pulls
the body can follow
in a natural walk of change,
opened to growth,
after some sober pruning
of a willing soul



 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 1924
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Posted: 6/4/2009 1:33:16 PM
Sunshine, BKS....thank you. You both brighten my day! and the Fireside!

Sarah!....Wow! Very moving write. I could feel the pain in your words.
 best kept secret
Joined: 1/15/2006
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Posted: 6/5/2009 12:57:27 PM
Wanna be...

A speck, among specks
nearly alone, sitting
knees drawn up
arms hugging them
hands clasped...
A windy breeze
the caw of gulls
the crashing waves
the smell of sea
Lulled into the music
of the beach
rockin' it


(How could I yearn for still another vacation!) lol
 Luri
Joined: 5/26/2009
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Posted: 6/5/2009 5:53:00 PM
sweet soft sun, sprezzatura
etches lines in my timeless face
between those veins i nursed my babes
in each crease yet I hold them there

beneath the shadows cast by folds
sweet soft sun, sprezzatura
browned golden the ivory paleness fair
highlighted each gift i bear

shoot that crow that left his feet (!)
for all I own and all my tears
sweet soft sun sprezzatura
warms the glow that hides my years

if lips were to touch, invade the space
between soft eyelid secret folds
would more they learn than 'tween others-
sweet soft sun , sprezzatura


LCZ
 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
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Posted: 6/5/2009 8:09:06 PM
Luria...thank you for that write, very enjoyable. And a huge welcome to the fireside. Make yourself at home here. Hope to see you visit often.

Starecase to the moon,
each step a mental block of stone,
set in place on a blind canvas,
invisible from the throne

of solitude.....

rusting bars corrode the eye,
falling structure now decayed,
social silence left for dead,
Final block has now been laid.
 Luri
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Posted: 6/5/2009 9:07:07 PM
a lily lain beside the road,
her petals, stars in whiteness shone,
like zeus, white hide with gilded bone
his horns through darkness bear her throne.


a curtsy and a thank you, M. comfy by t'fyre.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 6/6/2009 6:56:59 AM
offering this to the fireside....inspired by the butterfly


metamorphosis
divine intervention
a shapeshifting phenomenon
wondering is it just the caterpillar
who partakes of such wonder?
a miracle in the extreme
seeing things so close and personal
to transform into the most beautiful
flying machine
with grace like a queen
and colours out of an lsd scene
who's perspective is now on a cloud
as she flutters and flies with ego-less pride
makes me wonder
is it just the butterfly
who is changed so completely?
is it possible we all find there are times
we also wrap ourselves in coccoons
like when we are held safe in our mothers' wombs
finding release again
into our own miraculous transformation?
and is it possible throughout our lives
when the swarm gets too much
inside or outside our hives
like a prison cell in which we might hide
perhaps we find solace by a fire in a quiet room
or under the glow of the brightly lit moon
helping us move through whatever we need
to transform our energy
into one that is loving and free...
oh yes, along with all aspects of our humanity
I believe miraculous metamorphosis
is definitely part of our journey


 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 1930
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Posted: 6/6/2009 7:36:38 AM
Post number 2000!^^^^^

Let the bells ring
while banners fly
2000 posts
bring a tear to my eye.

Started this thread
on a whim and a half,
expecting nothing,
except maybe a laugh.

The fireside lives,
by the grace of you all!
with thanks from my heart,
your words line the wall!

My heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you that have contributed to the "fireside" over the last two plus years. I never thought this thread would "ever" last this long. It is each one of you that has made it what it is today.

I am blessed, and honored by your presence, and your gifts.

with love

Manny xo
 best kept secret
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Posted: 6/6/2009 10:07:52 AM


Congrats to you Manly...it was the 'you' who is...... that made us all feel welcome here

And congrats to We! A great poem to mark the post!
 WeAre1
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Posted: 6/6/2009 10:32:34 AM
'tis true
it is you
dear manny
who makes us all so comfy

to sit here and feel
the burning fire's heat
and your energy so sweet
that also is very real

by the way, please know
in my wish to offer a dish
to our feast with so many poetic fish
I did not realize it was the place
of 2000 posts that I did face

but I'm glad to see truly
how it has made you so happy
to reach such an incredible point
in your thread's journey....

a toast to the history of the poetry
found in all these pages
some written by our inner children
others could have been by sages

each one felt so welcome
by the original person
who started the fire here
and miraculously in over two years
you were never brought in for arson! (:

love you manny!
 sunshineinbottle
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Posted: 6/6/2009 10:42:57 AM
Happy 2000 Manny!! I'll be back later with a poem. : )
 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 1934
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Posted: 6/6/2009 7:49:18 PM
Many thanks BKS, WeareI, and Sunshine. I know it's not really a big deal, but it is special to me. And I am glad you are here to share the moment!

Requiem for a Queen

Let me hold you,
in an endless embrace,
capture the tears
licking your face,

let me share the silence
that lies in your pain,
hold fast the secrets
from a heart now slain.

The Queen of hearts
has now left her throne,
a black rain is falling,
Around her....alone!
 sunshineinbottle
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Posted: 6/6/2009 7:54:00 PM
You made me cry ......
 himynameisSarah
Joined: 5/27/2009
Msg: 1936
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Posted: 6/7/2009 6:48:53 AM
So you go to the store
And pick out a pot
A shrub, tree, or flower
Whatever they've got

Then you bring it home
Place it for all to see
Begin to make plans
Oh, the future you can see.

For you will prune it
And shape it,
Caress it with blades of steel.

You will water, weed and fertilize
Not thinking once about the way
The plant might feel.

For when nature is left alone
It suddenly creates

Plumes of orange smoke
Sticking up like daggers
Twisting into magnificent shapes

Because things are meant to start ugly
And weep awhile from the pressure
Of unbalanced limbs circling
On the edge of disaster

Then they will begin to break away
And the true beauty can be found
The twists and turns of Guya's domain
Casts threatening shadows upon the ground.

But, fear not, they are natural
No intervention do they need
We can't do what they do
We can't create the seed

Men try though
Lord, how they won't be still
Instead of observing from afar
They try to mold it to their will.

And she rebels
And conquers
Nearly each and every one.

You can't pick me up on a shelf
or attempt to make me conform...
I'm Just one of those creatures
Meant to be turned loose and bragged on...
 himynameisSarah
Joined: 5/27/2009
Msg: 1937
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Posted: 6/7/2009 6:55:55 AM
Entry for June 06, 2009
The fog is so thick I can barely see
And only one vision comforts me
The thought of his arms encircling my waist
The thought of his charm
The thought of his taste

Pure as light penetrating the forest floor
Pure as souls searching for something a little more
Someone unafraid and unimpressed
Silence creates the need to regress...

Manipulate, understand
Feel the pulsing of my hand
Know I'm real and I won't ever stray
Knowing I exist should make your day

And I'd say it does
Whether or not you choose to admit
The satisfaction you receive
Just knowing some hopeless twit

Admires you and holds you high
Prays for blessings
From across the sky

Because we are far apart
But that doesn't change
The images flashing before me
Some comforting, some strange

Like the I Love Lucy license plate
Or the Artificial Peak Oil sign at my neighbor's house
Can be something as big as a Spanish love song
Or something so quiet not even a mouse

Would think to compare
That horse's mane to your hair
But this silly mouse does
And I really can't call it love...

but it is something
And to discredit my feelings
Would be a terrible thing.

I have so much to do
Before I'm "really ready"
But I will keep you in my mind
Those eyes that pierce steady
Into my fantasies
While driving or speaking
When I have to shake my head
And focus on whatever I was doing...

because of that strong jaw, thick lips
And alluring eyes that beckoned me
For my outspoken passion
And speedy response
I'm sure he thinks I'm crazy.

That's okay though
What's meant to be
Will be

Just had to let you really know
What your presence means to me.
 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 1938
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Posted: 6/7/2009 8:26:24 AM
Lovely writing Sarah...very unique style. Kudos!
 GentlemanJim4one
Joined: 5/4/2009
Msg: 1939
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Posted: 6/7/2009 10:30:38 AM
Sarah,

Someone has recently broken my heart. I was madly and deeply in love with her...hopelessly. It took me almost 4 years to admit it to myself but now look back and know it should have ended in the first 6 months. But when we love someone, I mean really love someone, we allow ourselves to adjust to their wants and needs and always hope our love for them will somehow allow them to fall as deeply in love with us as we did for them. Love makes us delusional. She dumped me to the curb more times then I can count, but I held out hope, I gave way to much understanding and belief in her. I stood by her until my heart just could not go through it again.

In reading your poem I felt what you felt in writing it. With a little editing and change of genders, these are the very words I'd say to her today. Just in hopes that someday she will see just how much I loved her. How unconditional it was. And how sincere I was and still am... even today as I have moved on and look elsewhere for someone that can feel the same depth and share love as it's mean to be. I'd just want her to know what love really is for some of us and how it was with me.
Thank you for this beautiful piece. I relate and can only say I wish I had the talent to have written it myself.
 *mandrake*
Joined: 9/19/2006
Msg: 1940
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Posted: 6/7/2009 1:08:43 PM
Nicely put my friend^^^^ Nice to see you here.

Bringing this one home from "Food for Thought"

Feelings

Perusing the artifacts
in the dust covered box,
it's color has faded,
and there's rust on the locks.

Her mind races back
while a smile fills her heart,
remembering the times
they were never apart.

The pictures, the letters,
some trinkets of old,
and there, at the bottom,
her diary of gold!

She wiped off the dust,
as the journey began,
back through the pages
of her and her man.

Childhood sweethearts,
now twenty years past,
defying the naysayers
who said it won't last.

And there in the middle,
her first rose firmly pressed,
the tears started flowing
as she clutched to her breast.

It was then that she saw him,
standing in the door,
watching her tearfully,
as she sat on the floor.

Their eyes locked together,
as he moved to her side,
as he handed her a rose, saying
with Love, for my bride!
 best kept secret
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Posted: 6/7/2009 1:29:15 PM
So lovely, these last few writes!



[tear drop]

Melancholy meanderings
slowly drip in reflexive puddles
gently sieved to remove sharp edeges
leaving only joyful respectives
and the pangs of what might have been...
 himynameisSarah
Joined: 5/27/2009
Msg: 1942
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Posted: 6/7/2009 4:01:56 PM
Poem about Love: circa Jan 09

What is race?
How can such a thing be defined?
Geographic boundaries
Rivers and lakes
The way in which you pray...

Are we not all striving for the very same thing?
To love
honor, and obey??

And...
When the tinge of erotica bristles up my spine
For the thought of his brown skin penetrating mine

I scold myself for the pleasure I seek
Then reprimand my guilt
And realize I am weak.

It may not even exist
Oh, but what if it does?
Color will not matter
and now I see the error of my ways.
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