Sunday, August 1, 2010

“Sometimes” Why I Write

“Sometimes” (posted under topic street poets vs academic poets at OP)


From me to all of you, dear friends

Sometimes I like to rhyme….

I always try to express…
What I feel in my life…

Heart, body & soul, is best…
Or events in my daily plight…


Things I have seen today…
The reasons I write, could go on and on…
But the important things I wish to say…
I always express true feelings, no con…


What I say might make you laugh, cry or sigh…
If they did then I succeeded…
Once more without a fight…
To bring forth all that is needed…


Sometimes I like not to rhyme….

What came from me into the words…
Does not always have to rhyme…
To show how much I love…

Putting pen to paper each day…

So I do not need big fancy words contemplated…
To get my feelings out into the light…
Maybe a mystical magic array of dreams…

Fairy tales of lovers spirits soaring…

My joy in writing poetry…
Oops I let slip a fancy word above…
I can express as well to my friends…

With my eye pressed to the lens of my camera…

Seeking natures beauty has no ends of glory…
The love for each fills my heart with bliss…
To share both equally with my friends…

The rest is just fatter for the birds…

Cause I am but a simple country girl…
From the mountains of Tennessee…
A loving heart for all my friends, gives me such a thrill…
Can’t you see, it’s all just poetry…


loves ya all bunches
asha


Written by
Asha
July 30, 2010
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Saturday, July 31, 2010

oie vay..I fell down and went boom

oie vay..I fell down and went boom...

Well it started out just another lovely sunshiny day
Another record breaking high was the forecast they say
Maybe some scattered thunderstorms, might cool it down
A bit of rain to cool the air would be grand, steam rising off the ground


Well as I said just another lovely day was planned
Boyfriend had to go help his dad with a chore in this sand
He yelled to me through the window of the car as he drove away
Today is garbage day babygirl he did say


Hey!! I yelled back, that is your job each week
He left my words hanging in the air as he drove off to meet
His dad to help chop down a dead tree, roots and all then place another in the sand
So with frustration on my face, I got up to do one good deeds helping hand


Just a simple little job, what could go wrong
Empty the kitchen trash, bag it all up, no problem
Carried two big bags out to the garage, OK, so far the plan
Lift open the garage door put the bags in the big trash can


Grabbed the handle of the can, tilt it slightly roll it on out
OMG!! those dam water hoses delighted to do me in
Tripped, I did, still holding on to that darn trash can
Right down onto the concrete my shoulder did kiss it then, and on top was that dam can


OUCH!! now what, oh hell!! now I am all skinned and banged up to begin
What started out such a lovely day, except for the heat again
Oh Lordy!! I've jammed up my shoulder so bad
Sat there I did and just cried then got mad


I got myself up and rolled that dam can
To the end of the driveway, then went back in
The house and ran into the bathroom I looked
Into the mirror to see how much skin that driveway took


Oh my!! such a lovely bruise I will have
And a good reason to smack my boyfriend upside the head
So much for all my good intentions I will do
For several days now it is all up to you


Honey!! could you refill my coffee and then
Bring me a snack for breakfast to begin
Oh dear!! could you please type the words I need
So I can write this poem and tell this story so neat


sometimes you are just doomed from the minute your eyes open for the day...LOL
enjoy all.....hey, no laughing at my skinned & bruised shoulder from you all.....LOL


Written by
Asha
Today
Live and Love each day the best you can....LOL

What great artistic creativity….new find

What great creativity. Take a look at what happens to your old tires?

EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE WE WITNESS THE EXTRAORDINARY
TALENT OF PEOPLE'S CREATIVITY,

HERE IS ONE THAT IS TRULY AMAZING. WHO WOULD EVER THINK?

Wonder what happens to old tires?

Things like this is just one of the reasons why I created 'The Crossing", for all forms of art and poetry. To bring together
all types of artistic creative minds to learn,
share and express their joy of
the arts with other
artists & writers
enjoy all
love asha





Sunday, July 25, 2010

because I call you my friend....

Because I call you my friend!!
It Is all that is needed most times to begin
Now that I have gotten to know you

A new friendship that had just began


I will not try to tell you that you must have faith
To make your life happy again
But I will walk beside you
Leaving my footprints in the sand next to you.Because I call you my friend!!
It Is all that is needed most times to begin
Now that I have gotten to know you

A new friendship that had just began


I will not try to tell you that you must have faith
To make your life happy again
But I will walk beside you
Leaving my footprints in the sand next to you.


I will not tell you that you should look toward the light
To open your heart for love to find you happiness again
But I will sit quietly,  a lovely day on a park bench, just to watch the birds sing, with you
And maybe say a silent wish for my friend


I will not tell you to put the past behind you,
To move forward in life to find love again
But I would wrap my arms around you and hold you,
If you needed a friend too


I will not tell you to pray to God,
That he may forgive your sins in life to begin again
But I would be an ear to listen
If you just needed someone to talk too


I will not tell you, how sorry I am
for all that you have been through, again & again
But I will cry with you, embrace you,
Or just agree with you, that life can be cruel


It is simplicity, of understanding, in the end,
Friends can know without words what the other needs from their friend
When friends begin to understand from simple words unsaid, from just knowing each
Communication that exists, can be understood in silence between close friends


For these things I would not do for you
Are the unsaid things not needed with friends
Who grow to understand without words unnecessary with friends
But just someone to be there, cause that is what friends do



It Is all that is needed most times to begin


Written by
Asha
2010
Inspired by a new friend who brought a new understanding to me about friends
understanding friends.








I will not tell you that you should look toward the light
To open your heart for love to find you happiness again
But I will sit quietly, a lovely day on a park bench, just to watch the birds sing, with you
And maybe say a silent wish for my friend


I will not tell you to put the past behind you,
To move forward in life to find love again
But I would wrap my arms around you and hold you,
If you needed a friend too


I will not tell you to pray to God,
That he may forgive your sins in life to begin again
But I would be an ear to listen
If you just needed someone to talk too


I will not tell you, how sorry I am
for all that you have been through, again & again
But I will cry with you, embrace you,
Or just agree with you, that life can be cruel


It is simplicity, of understanding, in the end,
Friends can know without words what the other needs from their friend
When friends begin to understand from simple words unsaid, from just knowing each
Communication that exists, can be understood in silence between close friends


For these things I would not do for you
Are the unsaid things not needed with friends
Who grow to understand without words unnecessary with friends
But just someone to be there, cause that is what friends do



It Is all that is needed most times to begin


Written by
Asha
2010
Inspired by a new friend who brought a new understanding to me about friends
understanding friends.






Saturday, July 24, 2010

I hate you, Mr. Fate

Today is just not my day
Tears of sadness streaming down my face
A broken camera lens, broke my heart today
Threatens to dash all my hopes of something great


Another cruel joke Mr. Fate has thrown in my face
A twist of fate has made this such a bad day
My mind just refuses to contemplate
How will I know make a living from what I can't afford to replace


Oh fate, how much I hate you today
Just break my heart and throw it away
What twist do you have in-store for me tomorrow
Something else to break & bring me sorrow


How silly it seems to cry over a broken lens
If you could see Mr. Fate, inside my heart, would you then
Understand how much joy, taking natures photos, fills my heart again
Please just stop your cruel twists of fate


For I must sell my pictures just to buy a loaf bread for God's sake
Look Mr. Fate these are not tears of joy streaming down my face
Fate you twisted my heart then shoved it back in
Such struggle we all have go through, just to survive these days


Will you take what hope for a better life I have left
Go ahead, dam you fate, dash my heart on those your cold stones, fate, whats next
Did you not see how happy taking pictures made my heart not break
Dam you cold fate, now how do I fix what you broke, without money to replace.


Written by
Asha
July 24, 2010

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Dreams to Comtemplate

Your smile reminded me of a bright blue sky
Those eyes that sparkle looked into mine, I'd cry
Your long dark hair where I hid from the thunderstorms of night
My fingers traced each strand felt like no end in sight


Your memories remind me of a warm safe place
Oh the ecstasy of lovers connected in times embrace
Crossing over Heavens sea where my warrior is waiting in my dreams
Be still this heart of mine, for soon you will sail free, without this physical me


I look out my window so sunny of late, and try to contemplate
Will there be another love cross my path blessed from your fate
Happiness I know are the messages you have sent in my sleep
Without you, how will I know which to keep


When fear haunted my nights, lightening and thunder made me hide
I remember the words you whispered in my ear, "it will be ok lil one no need for freight"
"Snuggle close into my arms as you drift on serenity"
"Dream of me here with you keeping you safe for all eternity"


Now awake from my dreams created from your fate
But I still hear your words whispered in the breeze so latent
Tossing in these sheets of mine, fearing to breath and miss those words so divine
Come to my dreams my love, make love to me again, oh how divine


Written by
Asha
2010
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