vine shrines





morning glory,
and trumpet vines
cover garden
weaving secret shrines

Wisteria, clematis,
honeysuckle vines
painting landscapes
as they climb

Tomato, squash,
and pumpkin vines...
.. they don't climb
that others may dine

-saiom shriver-


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Always Anonymous

A-Z poems

I leave letters in lockers

Secretly admiring those

way out of my league.

Whose biting words

Have dug their way

Through the wall i put up

And slowly sink their way in.

Yet i secretly admire you

The suple cut of your lips

The swinging sway of hips

As you sashay your way down 

The hallways of High School

Heels clicking against the asphalt

I leave love letters in lockers

Telling those who taunt me

That even if everyone else is against them

I love them for who they really are,

Because I never want someone

To feel the pain I do

And as i hang myself

From this garage door

Writing this letter to all

Who mocked me in hallways,

I hope my letters saved someone

Who all think are perfect and happy

And though you taunted me

Always Publicly

Know I never wished ill of you

Even though my letters were

Always Anonymus....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First poem in my A-Z poem folder

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The stables
where horses
snort and move


and grooms work
and sky dull
and greyish


Alice walks
holding on
for dear life


to the hand
of Mary
the one she


has chosen
to be her
new mother


fingers red
with washing
chores and things


but it's warm
as she holds
the hand tight


Mary talks
of cold nights
noisy bed


attic mice
and spiders
in corners


of the room
Alice says
I could stay


in your room
keep you warm
cuddle up


hold you close
as I did
with Mother


in her bed
before she
was locked up


with illness
of her brain
Mary sighs


feels the hand
in her own
small and warm


small fingers
tiny nails
pink and pure


different class
than her own
we will see


Mary says
stable sounds
horses snort


their large heads
looking out
big black eyes


large white teeth
busy grooms
at their work


Alice looks
inner fear
but draws near


wants to stroke
Mary lifts
Alice up


her red hands
wedged beneath
small armpits


mother's love
smells the soap
in the hair


on the blue
Alice smiles


feels the horse
smooth and hot
on her hand


Mary holds
feels the heart
beating soft


as she holds
Alice up
to the horse


secret child
in her heart

none must know
of this love
secret pact


lift her on
a groom says
Alice thrills


lifted there
Mary holds
the groom laughs


in loud barks
in the blood
this horse love


the groom says
Alice smiles


shining out
of her eyes
Mary holds


her tightly
keeps her there
on the horse


safe and sound
then later
after that


lifts her down
to the ground
as the horse


with the groom
walk away
come on then


Mary says
let's go back
your father


will wonder
where you are
Alice nods


holds the hand
soft and warm
wants to be


close to her
but she sees
by the house


Nanny stand
arms folded
grim features


dressed in black
Mary holds
the child's hand


tighter still
walking back.

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A sonnet for Shannon

a sonnet for Shannon 
You first captured my gaze.
Intriguing, curiosity what I would give?
What I was waiting for with one life to live?
A quick glance to one another, my soul wherein?
My heart follows my gaze herein,
A single second to relive?
Do my feelings misgive?
Your heart I want to win?
No! Break the gaze and question no more.
Free yourself and continue on.
I can't let my guard down again.
My heart I wish for you to restore.
Even though my gaze I have withdrawn.
My love for you will still remain.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

how I met Shannon and what I felt at the time. Confused, shy, curious, engrossed, but careful. She had an air of mystery to her when I first caught a glance of those grey eyes. I wanted to know more about her.

Knot of Normality - March 17, 2012

Hung by ropes of tension;

That're pulled so tight.

I'm suffocating, faking,


That I'll be all right.


I've got this knot,

Tied around my throat.

The knot of normality;

Secretly making me choke.


Pretended it wasn't there,

And that I didn't care,

I clearly didn't know,

The pain I couldn't show.


Each person pulling tighter,

On this rope so taut,

I cannot help the location,

In this knot I've been caught.


Ropes of everyone different,

Of people not listening,

Tie the knot of normality;

My blood so glistening.

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She wore a cloak of ambient moonlight,
The walls of mahogany sleepless in the quantum radiation.
Her breath reeking of gin, her hair of velvet a beautiful mess,
She wandered as a shadow, the marble stone floors cold as the winter snow.

She breathed lightly, listening to the breeze dance along the outer bricks.
She wandered room by room, listening, waiting.
She could almost feel the night air kiss her neck,
The way it twisted, scattered, smelled of the winter pine.

She danced, floated to invisible snare drums,
Hummed to the inaudible cello.
A sainted animation of the lustrous night,
She drifted along the quiet marble.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Tell me what you think!

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Message in a bottle

Message in a bottle
To: Love bug
Alcona, innisfil, ontario
March 18th 2013
Today I release a message in a bottle, from the shores of Internet sea. Pass it along with hopes of finding its way to her. When she sees it she will know its for her. Will my message arrive? When? By who's hands will it be delivered? So much mystery. Thinking of you always....

I love her eyes

But it's no surprise 
My death was inevitable
They have changed
Her view is deranged
I'm no longer lovable
I could get her back
Rebuild qualities I lack
Even alone that would net a gain
If I sit tight
I could win this fight
We may be a family again
I want her to say
Before my dying day
That I am father of the year
I love our son
He is the one
Who will change the path I steer
What I thought wouldn't cease
It was just a tease
What I could have if I was a better man
I made my mistakes
Again and again for gods sake
Why can't I just stick to my plan
I tried my best
To be better than the rest
But always caused myself to bleed
Held on so tight
Tried to make it right
Wonder if ill ever succeed 
I want to tell her my thoughts
How I love and miss her lots
Hard to do what is best for me
We both made our choice
Despite all the noise
Of others opinions spoke in harmony
Chased her for years
Tried to take away her tears
I need to let her love me
Love me for me
Not what I make her believe
When I try so hard not to be
An actor who shows
Her what she already knows
Is inside my heart of stone
If I put on a play
Plan everything  I say
All fakers end up alone
Ill step back a minute
Watch her go fight and win it
I need to get her out of my head
Climb from the hole I have dug 
Free to fly my love bug
No longer tangled up in my web
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Maybe this peom will reach her in the distant future. She is on Facebook but I am not. I could just message it to her but I cant get over my butterflies. I am too nervous to send it to her directly. 

Secrets in the sand

knowing you the way I got to, helped me really appreciate the rain pouring down, & to look past the clouds.. 

I never felt one with the sand until you touched my hand.. even the fireworks weren't ever as breath-taking.. 

you to me, were like a piece of breathing earth, with eyes, & ears.. a heart.. but too many fears.. 

I can't say you have much more then me, though.. & it doesn't matter which one of us is less flawed..


I wish I could fly away to a paradise, somewhere i'll finally have all the closure I need... for everything..

I feel like I have to fight with myself everyday.. battle of self esteem, hopes, dreams, disappointments, needs.. 

I battle to stay awake, & I battle to fall asleep.. 


wherever did the peace go? whatever happened to the flow...

I got lost in the forest of my mind, trying to become free..

but more then a few of these deeply rooted trees have collapsed & fallen on top of me..

scratching at the dirt, gripping at the grass.. I can't breathe..


is love just as much baggage as hate..? because they both seem to feel equally heavy..

maybe inside i'm just overweight.. 

maybe that's what i've been seeing.. 

how can I work from the inside, out..? 

how can I prevent these ups & downs..? 

do you even know..? I didn't think so..

it's all up to me.


learn to appreciate the rain... even if it's drenching you in pain..

i'll always be your secret.. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 


Stripped of innocence

She was a pretty young girl with a whole in her heart,
She hadnt seen her daddy he was too busy shootin up.
Her mum was always angry couldnt put down the pipe.
But the girl wasnt going down with them,
Not without a fight.
But when she got her first job,
She was still so young.
She thought his flirty comments,
Were just abit of fun.
He started to really take an interest
He slowly became her friend,
Made her feel special,
Her heart had started to mend.
He said he wanted to help her,
At first she didnt think this was true,
But after some reasurance,
He was the one she began to run to,
She knew there was darkness,
Yet she wanted more,
Although he was much wiser
She never found him a bore
He nurtured her as a young,
But only for a while,
Then he treated her as a proper woman,
An expected more then just a smile
He knew how to make her happy,
He knew how to make her sad,
He knew that all she ever wanted,
Was a fucking dad.
She wanted to be his daughter,
He pretended he wanted that too,
Then he started to feed her wine,
And tell her what to do.
She didnt want to be touched by him,
She didnt want to be kissed,
But she didnt want to dissapoint him,
So she gave him what he wished.
It broke her little heart,
That her mother couldnt see,
Her little girl was locked in lie,
And just wanted to be set free.
Two years later she was living with her sister,
Hoping her mums missing her,
He took advantage of this with open arms,
He pulled all of his moves and worked all his charms.
She was craving love and attention,
So she played the part and gave him her affection,
He made her feel wanted,
Like he needed her around,
She finally felt happy,
Like her place in this world was finally found.
It took him four whole years,
Now he had her under his spell,
But he was her 50 year old boss
With a wife an kids as well.
She lost all her morals,
He stripped her of self respect,
This twisted little game of his,
Was starting to take effect.
He bought her expensive things,
So she would continue to smile,
But the kisses weren't enough no more,
He wanted something more worth while.
But she couldnt give him more,
He had taken far too much.
So he started looking elsewhere,
Only thinking of his croutch.
She slowly started to lose his interest,
He acted like he didnt care,
So she dressed up nice an sexy,
And said touch me anywhere.
But then it all got too heavy,
She didnt want to live a lie,
She was so scared no one would believe her,
But she was still willing to try.
He cant come near her anymore,
Just like she wanted,
But now she really misses him,
An her dreams are always haunted.
She cant face her friends,
Shes empty inside.
Always second guessing herself,
An still doesn't believe he lied.
They told her he was grooming her,
They told her his love was un true,
But she will never belive it,
Until she hears it from you.

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