BLUE MURDER

'Getting Into Deep Waters'  by  Trish

A moment in regression.

THE BARE TRUTH

'Turning Down The Lamp'  by Trish

I'm resting on a blank page.
In truth, there are words, but they are invisible.

'Burnished'  by  Trish

Wait! the letters begin to color themselves upon my skin.
What the words might say, always held a fascination for me,
and soon I'll know.

Colors speak a pure, a sacred language, directed to the heart.
In the harmony of perfect peace, the eye and ear, join prayerfully,
in eternal devotion and love.

Tushie

'Starting From Scratch'  by  Trish

'Marlene'  by  Trish

ELABORATE

There's movement in the air,

'In Full Form'  by  Trish 

and a war I do declare,

with, 'Miss Blue Lady of the night',

and 'Miss Must Do It Right'.

Their aims are not so different, or so far apart,

they just need time to realize, it's a matter of the heart.

Appearances can cast confusion, if one takes, but a look,

and that old saying still stands, judge no one by the book

The heart is of harmony, love, and good grace,

who cares what this one wears, or another may have on their face.

Time to turn the tiller, toll the bell, bring on the  merry folk fiddle,

take your turn, share it all, and stay, stay, fairly in the middle.

Tushie

'Strictley Speaking'  by  Trish

LADY IN RED

'Lady In Red'  by  Trish

See the dancing lady, see her prance along,
the melody is silent, and so is her song.
she doesn't need to sing out, or hurry, but if she should,
she can spring, and step and stretch, it's all so good!

She can even do a movement called, the 'fish dive',
imagine being able to do a thing like that, and thrive!
She can also whirl and turn, and spring high into the air,
do it all over again with a fierce and yet delicate air

Yes, glide, whirl, take quick small jumps, all on her toes.
How this agility suddenly came, only she knows.
Yes, brisk jumps, and leap, then gracefully glide,
bang! goes the tambourine, as she scatters happiness far and wide.

Tushie

REACHING FOR THE FLOWERS

'Raining Flowers'  by  Trish

Here I am, reaching out to all,
the lovely  flowers, as they fall.
Colors endlessly parade, before my eyes,
raining endlessly from a wondrous colored sky.

Where have all the dark clouds gone?
for so long they were the melody to my song.
But no more, of the twisted charade it seems.
Only in peace, and the perfume of prayer, rest my dreams.

Tushie


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SORROW

'Departure'  by  Trish

Farewell to you sad heart,
there's no bitterness as we part.
My days were spent, alone with you,
those willing to stay were none, or  few.


Many call you to walk with them,
be it to the fork in the road, or the very end.
Farewell to you sad heart,
yours is never a lonely path.


Farewell to you sad one,
without you I could not have begun.
Taken up my bed, to join you on the road,
but for  you, I'd never have shed, the burden of my  load.

Tushie

THE OWL AND FUNNY BUNNY

I've just landed on my feet, and I still feel, a bit,  all at sea,

'I Just Can't Believe It! Can You?'  by  Trish

Imagine me turning around like this, from where I used to be.
And yet, strangely it's quite a bit, very much the same.
I'm still the person I used to be, and I still have the same name.

Ah, but there's the rub, the trick, the key to it all,
if we're called, and we answer, we are thrown to the winds, then back to shore.

and as  the waves carry us safely, home to our rightful place,
we leave the mask behind, feel the sun, the rain, moonlight, upon,  our pale ever grateful face.

Tushie

'Familiar Surroundings'  by  Trish

 FUNNY BUNNY'S VIEW OF IT
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I simply would not go, I've my health to think of you know.
And as for the sea, it was not and never will be, for me.
All that weird business, of voices calling to one in the night,
if one had called for me, I would  have got a heck of a fright.

Live and let live, is my motto, unto each his own,
let those who wish it, wander, away from kindred and home.
Let those who need to, do it, go forth, into battle drawn,
set sail into nowhere, but not me, I'm content where I've been  born.

I know I have my problems, they can come to me in the night,
but I'm used to having them, I'm familiar, even at home with my  fright.
But calling me to travel, into uncharted lands, all completely wild,
to heed a call like that, I'd need to be mad, or at least, a lost child.
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