Maura Isles

M      my endless yearning for

A       an answer, signs and wonder to

U       understand, comprehend

R        reality, revealation received

A         always and forever

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I         illusive, illusion, illuding me till

S        suddenly,  she appeared

L        lovely  as an idea

E        entering  hearts and minds

S       searching for love, love, love she brings.

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Picture Rizzoli & Isles TNT

poems from long long ago

 

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babs #14

how long till my tomorrow 

Anxiety –

like a whirlwind in my chest

leaves me breathless

I know the path I must take though

seemingly straight and narrow

 am on the winding turns

which leave me always at the head

of a dark tunnel

peering through to darkness

  babs#22

my spirit is weary

weary of the turmoil within itself

my thoughts cry out

from the depths of the hollow

 my soul now empty

existence should not befall any man

but this is how I am

how or why I could not tell

I wandered one thought

too far away

babs#23 – l2:30am

how is it I see through

 your mask and not others

this too is love

you are so sure of your smile

 it breaks my heart to tell you

 I think you are hurting so

I do know  you’Il never say

and if you did would I

know what to say

will love come to my rescue

keep smiling

I too am a fool

 

  babs #34

run toward a light

you think it shines for you

tis only an illusion

leading always nowhere

 

 babs#35

someday

I will write a happy song

and sing it too

but not today

I can only think ofyou

 

 babs#36

I wait at the stop

bus named living passed me by

life is dead

I did not sleep nor closed my eyes

I did not miss it

did  not look away

behind nor sideways

pass the life please

I will wait

 

 babs#37

 tonight you called to say

you love me

and I must wonder who

it is you love

for I am like a pond

transformed by every ripple

you must suffer so for loving me

but I cannot divine the instance

of the stones cast in

my dear

 so riipple by ripple

I move on to be a surface unto myself

love me however you see me

our love will abide for a time and a day

 

 babs#39

 bar room brawls

choreographed dances

love in darkness and night

 

  october

her spirit dances within

smiles break out like bomb blasts

 eyes twinkle like sun beams

happy in the moment she writes

pen slithers across the sheets 

words  like smoke curling in the air

put  ends of  curls together

and poetry is born

 

  babs#41

rust coloured corduroy

cussioned and tucked 

stainless steel bars

how comfortable is a chair

 

  babs#42

play us again

turn the volume loud

I’11 not hear the part

where I broke your heart

but enjoy how love painted the stars

and gave us a sunset to remember

the sky is such a beautiful

backdrop for drama

let’s look at it and  not  see the people

playng all the sad parts

smile it is a pretty shade of blue

you and I cast shadows so

we matter not in this show of bedazzlement

 

babs#43 stream of consciousness

 I swear these walls are closing in

I see the autumn leaves upon a tree

but the window is too smalll

even if I break it

There’s a highway running through my head

The turns are all dangerous

Can’t see three feet ahead

And the asphalt is slippery

Hold tight on the steering

Reach a clearing

But the road’s winding along

Always the same dangerous turnings

 

babs#44

 see the leaves of autumn

and know there is a fall to be taken

that beautiful array of colour comes

only out of and before

a final death

so too are the ecstasies

and joys of life

preen your feathers spread your wings

fly across the open sky

feel the air upon your breast as you

head towards the sun

take joy in all of these and

you’lI seem the colours

of the leaves in fall

 

 babs#45

 Ten years or more we spent

You and I

Dreaming of a life we can share

But only in that realm

 We never should have married

Our dreams were so much more than

Both our lives were worth

How sad we played the fool

 And dared to challenge

 phantoms and night

We struggled like  dragon flies

inside a spider  web

 Our frantic gymnastics and

choreographed dances

Only entangled  our own wings

and left us broken and spent

 But wings shall grow again

next time do better than

Tangle  with  phantoms and night

learn to tango instead

 

 babs,  jan,  25th 1995  Through automatic writing

 Your time my dear has not yet come

You walk in darkness like the moonless night

When you behold the eyes you seek

The day of sleep you find will cease

The morn will dawn to rise you weak in less

My dear you weep in want for nought

Lesser man than you have loved

In pleasure God created you

In pleasure you must dwell

You make your dream to God you tell

And it will take you there

You dream the life you lead not lead the life you dream

My time on earth was yet well spent if you could be my end

Like inner beauty seen in love you walk in light no sun has shone

When love remembers you to me

My days will number one

The light of love your eyes have seen the years are but a few

You walk alone right now

Your eyes cannot behold the love surrounding you

My love is guiding your path which leads to joy untold

When you behold the eyes you seek the love you want will be.

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