Eyes Wide Open – Week #20

Good Saturday morning!

This was a strange week having a holiday in the middle, and double duty in the kitchen, but I did get out managing to take a few iPhone photos to share.  Enjoy your Saturday!

I guess some people do.  That’s very sad

I see this guy quite often but he’s always too busy to wave back!

Now this fisherman was happy to connect.  Not so sure about the Ancient Mariner. Or maybe it was Captain Birds Eye!

This lone Plumeria bloom is hanging on until the last leaf has fallen

This is one of my favorite places to sit, write, read or just watch 💕

Pretty pink Bougainvillea blooming year round for our enjoyment

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Jealousy

Jealousy

Green is the color
I favor the least
It is the color
Of jealousy
The two horned beast

It rears his head
When you least expect
Spiteful and cruel
Wounding deep
Too hard to accept

I always forgive and forget
Have an ability to move on
You however will harbor
And retain your envy
Until alienating everyone

Dubious of everyone
who engages with me
What are they shopping for?
Why are they even here?
Please find different melody

Jealousy unfounded
Is as sad as sad can be
It is unnecessary
And pointless and
It always hurts me

Does it help you to seethe?
And put your ugly on display
Why are you unable to share?
When I love you so much
Why must there be an affray?

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dubious

Shop

Melody

 

Photo by Pro Church Media on Unsplash

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Hidden

Hidden

The gold of your hair
Is fluid in my hand
Silken and soft
In millions of strands

The water covering our feet
Cool against the skin
Sensuous and evocative
But it covers many a sin

We tread precariously
On the slippery stones
Treacherous currents
Have taken many bones

Sad souls haunt the beauty
Of this tranquil space
Warning us of hidden danger
In a picturesque place

The undercurrent pulls
Me down into the drink
To the bottomless pit
I am destined to sink

The last thing I see
Is your flaxen hair
Blowing in the breeze
As I gasp for air

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts:

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Hidden

Fluid

Gold

 

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One Liner Wednesday

Who hasn’t been there?

In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

Happy Thanksgiving!

Infatuated

Infatuated

 

What happened last night

I must have been moonstruck

I felt so giddy

My head was dizzy

Was it just good luck?

 

I met you for the first time

And something just clicked

I released my fears

And shed no tears

It was as if you were handpicked

 

My excitement I could barely contain

I wanted to broadcast from rooftops

To the entire population

But out came only a murmuration

I might be just a little insane

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Moonstruck

Broadcast

Shed

Population

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Good Dog – A Quadrille

Good Dog

A good dog you cannot spoil

Nor can you teach her

to wag her tail

 

She is an angel on earth

Sent to you so you’ll know

Things are not so frail

 

Unconditional love

is yours for the asking

Given freely for your avail

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In response to Lillian’s prompt at D’Verse Poets Spoil – A Quadrille

Quadrille is exactly 44 words, excluding the title

Photo courtesy of Grace

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One

One

We are one and the same

My half matches yours

When you fall, I pick you up

Or we crawl on all fours

Get up my love

This is not the end

Together we can make it

On me you can depend

 

You are my precious jewel

A valued prize

I breathe your breath

Without you I’m paralyzed

You need me right now

and I will carry you to safety

Come now my dearest

It will always be you and me

 

Our haphazard limps in life

Are what balance us out

We lean on each other

That’s what we are about

Stabilizing and steadying

Each other we complement

Always there for each other

We seamlessly supplement

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #63 – Photo Prompt

Word Prompts:

Jewel

Haphazard

 

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Night Sky

Night Sky

Orion straddles the sky
His belt twinkling
In the darkness
Lighting the way
With stars sprinkling

The cheesy moon
Has passed
The halfway mark
A shadow of his smile
Slightly visible in the dark

The stars scattered
Across the expanse, winking
So silent is the night
Giving us pause to wonder
With wishful thinking

The nightly performance
Ensorcelled us with its splendor
The tryst between the stars and moon
A match made in heaven
Magnificent beauty it did render

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Ensorcell

Tryst

 

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Song Lyric Sunday – Listen

This week’s prompt is “Listen” for Song Lyric Sunday from Helen Vahdati

The song I chose jumped into my head immediately because the word ‘Listen’ runs all the way through it.  It is a Beatles song, by Lennon & McCartney, from the Please, Please Me album in 1963 but it was best known in England as performed by Billy J. Kramer and the Dakotas.  I’m not sure he came to the USA with the British Invasion but he was a very handsome guy with a sweet style and had all the girls screaming hysterically.

I hope you enjoy it.

 

“Do You Want To Know A Secret”

You’ll never know how much I really love you
You’ll never know how much I really careListen
Do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, ohCloser
Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I’m in love with youListen
Do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, ohCloser
Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I’m in love with youI’ve known the secret for a week or two
Nobody knows, just we two

Listen
Do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh

Closer
Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to h
I’m in love with you

Written by Lennon-McCartney

Role Playing

Role Playing

 

My role is unique

I’m somewhat of a freak

A drum roll I compose

No intention to impose

I play the part

With all my heart

Will I pass the audition?

My hard work come to fruition?

Thanks, but no thanks

No need to fill in the blanks

I didn’t get the job

Now my head begins to throb

No room for any sorrow

Back at it again tomorrow

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Role/Roll

Impose

Unique