Submissions by Infusia
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Infusia: warm caramelized pecans with a pinch of salt infused with almond butter, resting on a mound of prailine ice cream, surrounded by pillows of whip cream,drizzled with a huge smile...yup that's me!
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2011 4:41pm
2nd Mar 2011 4:41pm
Those Three Words
Lightly dancing on the edge of my tongue are those three words that can change ones world
Ready to leap but scared of the rush
Ready to speak but fearful of rejection
Opportunities missed and now the words are scrambled
Now afraid of never sharing, I find courage in new places.
Ready to run the course of my heart
Ready to get to the other side
Lightly dancing on the edge of my tongue are those three words about to change my world
I adore you in ways the mind can't fathom
I admire your hold on the neck of life
Ready toventure on this new quest
Ready...
Ready to leap but scared of the rush
Ready to speak but fearful of rejection
Opportunities missed and now the words are scrambled
Now afraid of never sharing, I find courage in new places.
Ready to run the course of my heart
Ready to get to the other side
Lightly dancing on the edge of my tongue are those three words about to change my world
I adore you in ways the mind can't fathom
I admire your hold on the neck of life
Ready toventure on this new quest
Ready...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 10:16pm
28th Feb 2011 10:16pm
The Language of Your Heart
Why won't mylove speak your language?
A dozen times over they've slaved for my accent and I ran for the border.
And now atlast, I'vecreated abountiful love, full oftrust and respect;butit doesn't speak the language of your heart.
Did I look this way and not that?
Did I say "that" and not "this"?
Why won't my love speak your language?
The language of your heart is breathtaking.
The language of your heart is deaf to my dialect.
I wish I could translate my love into the language of your heart.
A dozen times over they've slaved for my accent and I ran for the border.
And now atlast, I'vecreated abountiful love, full oftrust and respect;butit doesn't speak the language of your heart.
Did I look this way and not that?
Did I say "that" and not "this"?
Why won't my love speak your language?
The language of your heart is breathtaking.
The language of your heart is deaf to my dialect.
I wish I could translate my love into the language of your heart.
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2011 8:26am
28th Feb 2011 8:26am
I Wish My Heart Would Walk Away
I put my heart at your feet
Without a blink or so much as a sigh, you turned around and walked away
Your feelings in tact and on to the next
The power of optimism stomped on reality, I should have seen this a mile away
I put my heart at your feet
Without a word or even a gesture, you turned around and walked away
There was a moment when the moon whispered "he's right here but you're all alone"
Once again my emotionsare screwed
This is me, the best and the worst of it all
Gentle to your needs, supportive of your creativity
I put my heart at...
Without a blink or so much as a sigh, you turned around and walked away
Your feelings in tact and on to the next
The power of optimism stomped on reality, I should have seen this a mile away
I put my heart at your feet
Without a word or even a gesture, you turned around and walked away
There was a moment when the moon whispered "he's right here but you're all alone"
Once again my emotionsare screwed
This is me, the best and the worst of it all
Gentle to your needs, supportive of your creativity
I put my heart at...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2011 4:07pm
27th Feb 2011 4:07pm
Denials Truth
I've searched unseen corners for answers, not yet knowing the question.
I awaken to the realization that denial defines my stagger.
Reviewing chapters in life that should be banned, I walk aimlessly in denial.
The fear of success wins in combat over the fear of denial.
The fear of admittance is a guilty accomplice.
Even with full disclosure, I hold denial by the hand.
I awaken to the realization that denial defines my stagger.
Reviewing chapters in life that should be banned, I walk aimlessly in denial.
The fear of success wins in combat over the fear of denial.
The fear of admittance is a guilty accomplice.
Even with full disclosure, I hold denial by the hand.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2011 2:20pm
27th Feb 2011 2:20pm
Within This Moment
Dismiss the old wiles and meet me in celestialconfinement where there aren't any implications, grudges or remorse. In a place where the minds eye can see clearly andshare freely. Meet me there when your swing is empty and you have time to spare. There is no past or future in confinement, only the moment to consume before the next hour.
Within this moment let us love for those who know not how; Let us breathe for those whom have no breath left. Let us praise the almighty for all the times that we didn't. Within this moment let us rest beneath the contoured sky and enjoy nothing more...
Within this moment let us love for those who know not how; Let us breathe for those whom have no breath left. Let us praise the almighty for all the times that we didn't. Within this moment let us rest beneath the contoured sky and enjoy nothing more...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2011 7:32pm
24th Feb 2011 7:32pm
I Recognized The Sound
I've heard it many times when nestled with a child in motherhood mode.
But this was different.....I leaned in closer to sponge the feeling that radiated from this sound.
It massaged my lobe and sang rhythms of comfort.
It is a joyous secret that makes me smile in the midst of mayhem.
Oh how I long to rush back to this concert of warm echoes.
Encore! Encore! My inside shout, as I recall the mesmeric beat.
I recognized the sound
I've heard it many times in the backdrop of a suspenseful thriller when clinching the arm of a chair.
But this was...
But this was different.....I leaned in closer to sponge the feeling that radiated from this sound.
It massaged my lobe and sang rhythms of comfort.
It is a joyous secret that makes me smile in the midst of mayhem.
Oh how I long to rush back to this concert of warm echoes.
Encore! Encore! My inside shout, as I recall the mesmeric beat.
I recognized the sound
I've heard it many times in the backdrop of a suspenseful thriller when clinching the arm of a chair.
But this was...
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