Shauni's Dreams that Come

Tears

2012-02-02T19:40:00.000-08:00

I do not cry

Pretty tears

No gentle rain

For me

No single teardrop

slowly trailing

down an alabster cheek

No soft sigh

No, I sob

A wild Thunderstorm

Wracked with Grief

I Grieve

I sob

I hurt..

No beauty queen

tears for me

Emotion grabs me

shakes me

controls me

I do not cry

pretty tears

rather inelegant

gulping gasping sobs

Tears falling off

spiked lashes

Like a waterfall

Dashing to the rocks

The pain engulfs me

strangles me

controls me

purges me

Leaving me empty

destroyed

ruined and lost

@Shauni

Words

2012-01-29T07:59:00.000-08:00

I love Words

The way they

trip along the tongue

The way the wrap

themselves around

you, creating

delight

Wonderful, wicked words

that make you see

new things

Think new thoughts

I love words

they create a tapestry

of delight

showing us images

in our minds

wonderful, wicked words

I love words

they wreak havoc

and mend souls

they dance on air

and sludge in the mud

the twirl and twist

confuse and bemuse

I love words

Wonderful Wicked Words

@Shauni

God's Eye

2012-01-27T01:58:00.000-08:00

Be silent

speak softly

bow down

God is watching

Always aware

always present

Don't dismay

Don't wonder

yet let wonder fill you

God is there

Always

Listen to the wind

Listen to the seas

Listen to the very birds

In their trees

God is watching

God is Here

Be Joyful

Be Awed

Be Humbled

God IS

@Shauni

On the Edge

2012-01-03T01:53:00.000-08:00

on the edge

insecurity wrapping around

a slow sinuous snicker

taunting

ready to escape

on the edge

of dreams just escaped

promises lost

despair beckons

on the edge

take that step

will the despair win?

or does hope survive

on the edge

a fragile belief

in what can be

not what was

of innocence lost

and found

Of Hope betrayed

and faith renewed

take the leap?

will I fall?

or will I fly?

On the edge of laughter

and life

of simple joy

On the edge

of everything

@Shauni

A New Dawn

2012-01-01T01:12:00.000-08:00

A New moment

A new Dawn

A New Chance Revealed

A New hope

A New Dream

A New time to dance, unconcealed

Promise of today

Just today

A heart fulfilled

Promise of Fate

A Story untold

A Fear Stilled

Rejoice

Renew

Respond

Every Day

A New Hope

A New Chance

A New Dream

A New Promise

A New Dance

@Shauni

I know sloppy work, but I just needed to get something no matter how amateurish back on paper.. more to come

December 31, 2011

2011-12-31T19:10:00.000-08:00

It's a New Day.. on the cusp of a New Year so I have a New Resolution!! Well back to the old one.. A Poem a day.. no matter how bad they are at first. It has been a long time since I have written and I need to focus on it. Start again, address my inner needs..

Saying Hello

2009-06-09T08:48:00.000-07:00

Hello my child
where did you come from?
when did you become
this amazing man?
hello my child
who are you now?
where are you going?
where will you end up?
hello my child
thank you for the journey
the laughter and the joy
hello my child
my precious baby
my sweet boy
hello my child

The Collector

2009-06-07T13:36:00.000-07:00

There once was a man who liked pretty things
He was an arrogant, charismatic, creative man
Brilliant in his own way
He would find something he admired
be it because it dazzled and shined
or it was elegant in it's simplicity
he had no specifics he just liked pretty things
He would find something he liked
research it, find out what care it needed
how it was best displayed,
how it would best reflect back to him
when first he got them
the would be placed in prominent display
shown off to the world, a light forever shining upon them
but soon enough, he would need another
newer, shinier, prettier, whatever.. a different thing
so the old ones would be pushed aside,
left on the shelf, in the dark
becoming fragile and brittle, covered in dust
He knew others coveted his things
what he didn't know was that they came in and took
the items he had neglected.
one day he found some items missing..
and he went on a rampage
storming throughout the house..
sometimes breaking the pieces that remained
never seeing the value in what he had..
finally, all his pretty things were gone
and he sat alone in his empty house
the light shining upon him...
hollow, empty, a void..
for it seems the pretty things
had become all he was
and he had lost them all

© Shauni

I know this isn't a poem really.. but i am working on it, maybe a story.. it is going to show up here periodically in different format. please bear with me

A Mother's Prayer

2009-06-04T20:23:00.000-07:00

Dear God
thank You
thank You for the
troublesome bundle of joy
thank you for the midnight calls
the need for a ride home
the bad grades and the smart mouth
thank You for the
grief I get every single day
thank You for
the times I worry when he is late
and he comes sauntering in
totally unaware that I worried
thank You for
his self absorption
thank You for
each time I want to throttle him
because every time
one of these things happen
it means he is alive
and well
and learning about life
so thank You God
tomorrow I will comment on
how we can make him
a better man

Promise Me Not

2009-06-01T19:55:00.000-07:00

Promise me not
eternal devotion
forever and a day
fill my ears not with
pretty words,
for what really are they
nothing more than packages
to be left upon display
no dearheart
promise me not.
rather,
stand beside me
during the dark days
the ones where i am besieged
stand beside me
as my heart pounds
thinking i am alone.
no promise me not
your forever love
but rather accept me
for who i am
talk to me, laugh with me
share with me
the adventures of my life
i need not your pretty words
rather the strength
that comes with
your actions
no dearheart
promise me not

Emergence

2009-06-01T06:11:00.000-07:00

In the twilight moments
before a new dawn
the misty morn of almost time
when hope and reality collide
that is when our souls replenish
not in the night when dreams
run rampant
not in the day when the world
demands us
no in the almost time
in between
when we hear the phone ring
in our dreams
that magic moment
as we watch the sun rise..
a quiet moment as it
slowly lights our soul
warming us
replenishing us
sending us along our way
ready to battle,
fight, live a new day

Top Entrecard Droppers

2009-05-31T06:58:00.000-07:00

First of all let me thank each of you for stopping by and supporting my experiment. I know i fell woefully short of a poem a day but I still have that goal in mind and in June will move forward with it.

I just wanted to say thank you to my top droppers for this month. You entrecard peoples have been a delight.. I have met so many wonderful new friends with such great words of wisdom, humor and compassion. I wanted to say thanks for stopping by.. below are my top droppers for the month of May

Dropper	# of drops
1 Blog and 2 Sides	23
My Heart Voice	22
Richard's Journal	22
Lola's Diner	22
Tech-Blog	18
Confessions of a Psychotic Housewife	18
Duck and Wheel With String	18
Poetic Shutterbug	18
Learning How To Make Money Online	18
Cinnamon Spice & Everything Nice	17

So while you are off gallivanting through the internet, visiting your daily blogs, take the time to stop and check out these lovely blogs..

Thank you all so very much

Shauni

Love is Like the Rain

2009-05-27T06:53:00.001-07:00

Love is like the rain
it comes in all ways
flowing around us
It can be like
the thunderstorm
sweeping in and thrilling us
creating lightening
quickening fast
and just as quickly moving on
It can be a steady drizzle
we are not even sure it is there
until it has steeped into us
giving us a chill
but me, I prefer
the summer rain
a soft gentle rain
quenching the earth
and offering lifegiving water
nurturing the crops
bringing forth the fall harvest
yes, I prefer that love
that builds slowly
gently nurturing the heart
until finally it bursts forth
in full bloom
ready to be shared..

Despair no More

2009-05-22T09:12:00.000-07:00

emerging from the
depths of despair
an ever increasing climb
plodding forth
the eternal stairs
one single step at a time
each moment bringing
a flicker of light
to the never ending darkness
each challenge won
a triumph indeed
a sign of weakness undone
no promise of tomorrow
rather a hope for today
the task not to finish
but to continue
God's miracles coming
not in the grand gestures
but the signs of life
along the way
the rewards coming
in the single joy
of focusing on another
the struggle is tiring
the spirit flounders
yet with the end of each day
a flicker of hope
shines through..
the darkness brightens
the dawn awaits..

Hope

2009-05-18T21:59:00.000-07:00

one day a woman sat
old and bent with age
having led a life of
adventure and challenge
or maybe just simply one of joy..
the young men came
what is hope they asked
is it there? can we see it?
she smiled through
parched and wrinkled lips
hope is the beauty of the sunrise
the promise of tomorrow
hope is the first breath
you take in the morning
and the last one at night
hope is a newborn baby
and a very old man
hope is eternal
it can not be defined
it just is
it shines forth
a beacon into the darkness
bringing us from the pits of despair
and allowing us the ability
to start again.
in short.. hope is life

Despair

2009-05-17T17:13:00.001-07:00

there are times
when we rejoice
in the light
we revel in the dance
we needn't dream
because the dream is now
then there are times
when life just wins
when the world closes
in around us
when we feel alone
and abandoned
there are times when
money is tight
food is short
and hope is sparse
there are times
when dreaming of
walking away
is the sole reason
for dreaming at all
it is in these times
when you discover
what you are
where you belong
and what love is

Trapped

2009-05-17T16:22:00.000-07:00

Trapped between what is
and what could be
what I am
and what I should be
Little girl lost
wandering alone
forever in doubt
gifts were given
promises made
and yet I stand here
wondering
where does it begin
where does it end
when does the promise
of tomorrow come in

A Faery Dance

2009-05-16T21:24:00.000-07:00

she rises from the mists..
nephrite emerging from the seas
a sensual delight
a promise of what could be

each movement an invitation
a silent offering beckoning you in
the light of the moon
caressing alabaster skin

the sounds of the night
creating a song
for the fairy sprite
to dance along

alone in the clearing
tiny feet do fly
her dance a tribute
to the midnight sky

slender arms reach high
searching for the light
beseeching the gods
this creature of the night

the whirling twirling dervish
a ritual of the dance
a pagan offering
a prayer perchance

and so she flies
alone in the mist
a twirl, a swirl
a dance a twist

tossing back her head
letting laughter soar
a musical sound
a valient roar..

what promise is this
this pagan delight
this one small dancer
a decadent sight

alone in the mist
she dances
a promise of hope
of tomorrows chances

she dances until the
evening ends
returning to the mist
tomorrow to dance again

every now and then I like to try something different..

If I Never...

2009-05-14T19:55:00.000-07:00

If I never knew you
Life would be so very simple
I would be free
there would be no chains
to hold me
no promises to keep

If I never knew you
Life would be so easy
I could love simply
not feel the swelling of my soul
not hear my heart's despair

If I never knew you
Life would be tame
no battles to fight
no mountains to climb
no struggles of the heart

If I never knew you
I could be content
at peace
know simple peace
but I would never know
joy

If I never knew you
Yes life would be simple
I would be content..
but I would never know what
Love is

If I never knew you
I would be empty
shallow, vacant
lost and floundering..
alone and not know it

If I never knew you
I would not know pain
but I would not know true love
that deep eternal kind
that erupts from your very soul

If I never knew you
I would be a poorer person
so even with the pain
the sorrow and the grief
I am grateful I knew you

I Cried Today

2009-05-13T14:44:00.000-07:00

There was no dance today
I was lost in the memories
cocooned in his arms
yet dreaming of you constantly

He asks so little
and offers so much
a promise of tomorrow
in his every touch

And today
he asked me to dance
all I could see
was the pride in each glance

My heart was lost
in perpetual anguish
to dance for him
would tarnish what i cherish

It isn't that I don't
Love him, I do
it is just that
he is not you..

So tonight cradeled in his arms
I cried
I cried for what was
for what I denied

I cried for what
would never be
I cried because we
are no longer we

Fear and Hope Intertwined

2009-05-12T19:10:00.000-07:00

A new beginning
the chance to see
what lies ahead
designed for me

I walk in darkness
afraid of the light
afraid of the promise
ever of the night

All that I was
has been left behind
alone in the shadows
lost in my mind

Standing here
naked and alone
afraid to go forward
unable to go home

And yet
ever is there a glimmer
a moment of hope
a shining shimmer

A promise of tomorrow
of what can be
a promise of sunrise
a promise of me

No longer will fear
be allowed to rule...
to hamper and detain
to make me the fool

I choose to shine
to bring forth the light
no more promise of tomorrow
but tomorrows delight..

Mother's Day

2009-05-10T10:41:00.000-07:00

A child is born
a mother created
a bond developed
forever united

A shoulder to lean on
to ask advice
the one who believes
no matter the price

the years move on
the child gives birth
no one more precious
that walks the earth

The cycle continues
from mother to child
a gift to us all
a love so wild

Being the child
and the Mother
and interesting place
one like no other...

Today is my day
at least I am told
to claim it as mine
I am never that bold..

I guess what I really
wanted to say
To my Mom
Happy Mother's Day

Playing with Fire

2009-05-08T16:23:00.000-07:00

Always just a step behind
running from the flames
afraid of failure
never succeeding
barely dancing

Lost it seems
to those around her
no one knows her
darkest fears..
but still dancing

Escaping the fire
again and again
yet drawing the inferno
a vortex it seems
ever dancing

Fear of failure
yet ever burning
bringing destruction
where ever she goes
no choice but to dance

Burning high
escaping to the flames
rejoicing in the reward
of never failing again..
and yet still she dances

Stumped

2009-05-07T12:04:00.000-07:00

I have so much to say
I know it is there
On the tip of my tongue
But oh the despair

They sit there all laughing
Having their own private joke
Because they won't leave my mind
and enter the pen stroke

Oh they tease and the tempt
Promise me much
But like that innocent maiden
not giving me such

I said I would do this
A poem a day
and yet already
I am starting to sway..

So words I beg You
start dancing about
sing me your songs
give out a shout

You Promised

2009-05-06T16:53:00.000-07:00

You promised to be there
to hold my hand
to watch me grow

You promised
that you would
love me forever

You promised that
I would never again
feel alone...

and yet...
I stand here alone
no voice to listen to

no shoulder to lean on
no partner to dance with
all by myself

my face to the window
of what used to be
our Home

blamed for things
I didnt do
and condemned for things I did

You promised...
and yet I guess
in your eyes

I am not worth
the words
of the promise

because I refuse
to believe
that You lied

Eternal Flame

2009-05-05T11:00:00.000-07:00

A dancing sprite
life's golden fire
a promise of forever
in the dance of desire
the warmth of tomorrow
shining through
a hope
of what faith can do
then come the flares
escaping it's confines
no longer dancing
creating it's own design
a destructive power
a lure no longer
destroying all life
growing ever stronger
but still there remains
a part of that sprite
the one who danced
and created the light
through the inferno
she continues to dance
a gentle flicker
one last chance
as the light slowly fades
to the raging fire
a tear escapes
to quench desire
ahead remains
life's final dance
a bridge to cross
to burn perchance
and yet in memory
a single light
remains to remind us
of our plight
shining in the darkness
bringing us home
a beacon to all
when the path is forlorn
shining true
remaining the same
a single light
this Home's eternal flame

I just heard that a family friend is loosing her battle with cancer.. while I do not know what to say I tried to share her light..

The Dance

2009-05-03T21:36:00.001-07:00

it started with a smile
a simple wave hello
no way she would ever know
where that smile would go

a blushing glance
a single nod
an elegant bow
a simple curtsy

the beginning strains
of the violin could barely be heard
above the pounding
of her heart

and so the waltz began
a trip around the room
a swirling dance
of light and laughter

for a moment their eyes did meet
passions swelled
hearts did beat
then came the refrain

and they turned away
each to twirl on their own
then meet again
as the music swelled

and that moment was lost
a friendship formed
trust, security
safe in each others arms

and so they danced
she, knowing He was there
that He would protect
honor and care

He, knowing that she was there
that she would stand by
honor and care
that together they could fly

maybe not your typical romance
of slippers and ever after
but one formed
in tears and sweat and laughter

each knowing that the dance
was theirs
that it would end
but until then, the dance was theirs

At Night

2009-05-03T08:00:00.000-07:00

At night I dream
of the sound
of Your voice
of sleeping in
Your arms

At night I pray
that you are
safe
that you dance
in the moonlight

At night I remember
the laughter we
shared
the friendship
the love

At night I pretend
that you are
still there
that you
still care

At night I hope
that my slumber
continues
that I can hold you
forever

At night all
things are possible
and then I wake
to the cold
light of day

I Arise

2009-05-01T18:31:00.001-07:00

the clock chimes 12
claiming the midnight hour
a swirling dancing mist
flows across the alabaster skin
of the sleeping maid
when suddenly I arise
nephrotite emerging from the sea
a promise of moonlight delight
a visual dream
to dance with you
for this night
only to find
at the light of day
I must return to slumber
no more to dance
until once again
the clock chimes 12

Sometimes the Wind

2009-04-30T18:11:00.000-07:00

Sometimes the wind calls me
As it dances and trips across my skin
Sometimes it lures me to dance
Along to its haunting
Wordless melody
Reeling me along as it
Carelessly plays with me pulling
My hair from its anchors daring
It to fly to create a frenzied dance
Of it's own, searching
For freedom sometimes the wind dares me
To defy the life I have
To let it all go
And sometimes it beckons me, it tempts me
As it whistles its way through the
Caverns of my soul but mostly it cries for me
As I sit alone imprisoned
Longing to be free

First Kiss

2009-04-29T09:41:00.000-07:00

it starts with a glance
just a peek
from beneath the lashes
then a touch
a simple grazing of hands
then wonder blossoms
toe to toe
hip to hip
heart to heart
lip to lip
innocence personified
one kiss..
forever immortalized

Sunrise

2009-04-28T06:33:00.000-07:00

with a burst of light
that breaks through
the clouds
a joyful release
a new beginning
after chasing away
the darkness
each single ray
a promise from above
a hope
a knowledge
that there is love
the sunrise
feeds my soul
a promise of forever
what joy that comes
from the breaking dawn
another day
to celebrate

Applause

2009-04-27T04:05:00.000-07:00

there she stands

alone
in the spotlight
having given her all
when it begins
that single clap
turning into
a waterfall
soaking it in
feeling the admiration
knowing today
she was near perfection
then the applause
begins to mute
the room going silent
and there she stands
alone
in the spotlight

A Chance to Dream

2009-04-26T10:18:00.000-07:00

there comes a time
when you are lost and afraid
alone and betrayed
when your choices
leave you in tears

there comes a time
when you have pushed
all who love you away
and you stand frozen
in place

there comes a time
when you wonder
has any of it been worth it
do i have value
do i despair

and at that time you find
that part of you
long denied
you find that now
is the time to be

it is the time
to be strong
to laugh at the world
to be grateful for the
sun

it is time to smile
with real joy
because you are alive
that you have survived
that there is hope

it is the time
to dance...
in celebration
it is a wondrous
revelation

for all is not lost
it would seem
you have
one last hope
it is the time to dream

Getting Started

2009-04-25T08:48:00.000-07:00

The other day I was reading a blog over at Darnuth Keep and realized how very much I enjoyed them. I envied Kelly the ability to do this. I envied her ability to be responsible and dedicated I envied her, her ability to take the time to write such beautiful words and I envied her, her desire to hone her craft.

Then I woke up and realized that I did not need to envy her, no I could emulate her. From tomorrow on.. well maybe tonight depending on when I accomplish this feat. I am going to post a poem a day.

What I liked most about Kelly was her admission that hey the goal was a poem a day but it didn't always happen. She did not beat herself up over this nope she just kept plugging away. So that is my goal.. to write a poem a day but to realize that some days life will not allow for this.

I also liked the fact that she felt these poems were not always her best work but continued to post them.. why? because while they were not her best work they did help her to hone her craft.. so that is my goal to write a poem a day and to realize that they may not be my best effort but an effort still..

I honestly can not believe I am starting yet another blog but there you have it I am plainly insane..