Make new friends, but keep the old.
One is silver and the other is gold.
These are the words that my guardian angel had taught me.
After I got food poisoning from a blighted potato he enjoys.
I never liked potatoes, but I love them warm and crispy.
Goes to show that even recipes that take minuscule effort like chips and fries requires passion.
I cannot possibly give the potato another chance, now knowing that the man is a liar.
It took me a long time to realize that only I can decide the food groups that are right for me.
We humans are a complicated lot to read and decipher.
So don’t you dare compare kinships to silver and gold
Because even platonic love is the furthest thing from flawless.
And so are the guardian angel’s mischievous, yet spoiled acquaintances.
Friendships are like food from a college dining hall.
What’s on the menu is only delicious if we follow the recipes and turn up the heat.
But we must get to the cafeteria on time and grab them while they’re hot
Because they don’t taste the same if we’re served whatever’s getting cold.
Why should I believe my guardian angel’s wisdom nowadays since he has become aloof himself?
Old eating habits apparently die hard, but the same diet he practices for years is still going strong.
I used to believe that he was stuck in the middle because his acquaintances are often at war.
Now I am grateful that some of the pressure has been taken off knowing that I can’t please everyone.
I’d be a hypocrite if I said I am immune to this gluttonous misfortune myself,
But it is important to remember that life-changing desserts don’t take one day to bake.
Real gold and glistening silver always takes time and effort for Mother Nature to perfect.
When the sweets come out fresh from the oven, I also shouldn’t bite off more than I can chew.
I am
-- a ray of sun
crossing your
heart with warmth
like a branch of spruce
protecting,
a serendipity
-- trill of loon when
you are napping
-- the taste on your tongue
-- love in your soul
-- a flower’s smell, and
the whisper of peace
during twilight.
February.14.2003
Dedicated to Derrick Mann
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
The way you smile
Relaxes and makes me feelwarm for awhile
You alone make me see
You are the only one for me
The way you caress
The feelings you express
When I'm laying down thinking you're the one I miss
And that only makes me more crazy for your kiss
Baby could it really be
You're the only one for me
When I'm in the warmth of your arms
I'm head over heels for your charms
I feel so happy so free
I know it's for true
Deep in my heart
I will always and forever belong to you
From the first day we met from the very start
All this time God knew together we would be
He knew you are the only one for me
I like it when I get captured in your trance
If I could I can get lost in your eyes everyday
For me to fall in love with you only tookone glance
Even in school " I Love You " is what I wanted to say
I know one day with you I'd get to romance
In our own special way
You are the only one for me
From here to the moon above
When I'm with you in my mind
You set me free
It's true you're the only one I love
You're precious and kind
With you I only want to be
Copyright
September.29.2010
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
Two birds just chillin on a telephone wire
Chirpin amoung themselves
I want to take that picture
And put it on my shelf
The closeness of these love birds is a thing to admire
Watching a butterfly on a flower
So beautiful but fragile it would disappear
With a heavy breeze
She hides during a summers shower
This all has put me in a trance like freeze
I do not want the day to end
As I look towards the sky
It reminds me of the calming seas
All the different shades I capture
I want to be a bird
To beable to fly
To get so close to the views
Up so high in that tree
Looking down below
Enjoying all the movement
Making memorys of summers scent
So no thinking of snow
Laying in the cut grass on the ground
Bees buzzing collecting their food
Enjoying the summers sound
Of a birds beautiful but sweet melody of a song
At this moment my stress is free
I'm in the greatest of moods
Nothing can go wrong
Just laying here lazy as can be
Just enjoying the nature around me
The warmth of the sun
Wraps me with its rays
The cool breeze through my hair
Watching the kids having fun
Ahhh these are the perfect days
All I do is smile and take a picture to share
Making new friends
Swimming in the pool
Children make pretend
While playing at the park
Summer truely does rule
Can't wait for the fireworks after dark
We are so not ready for school
I could enjoy summer all year long
The heat of the sun
Will always out beat the cold
Summertime makes me feel strong
Winter time if you hear me "Stay away!"
Don't make the day turn wrong
Never even come another day
Shorts T-shirts and ice cream
Flowers suns warmth and summertime
Spending eachday in a summers day dream
Smelling fresh cut lemons
And listening to the wind chimes
Summers memory
Will be stuck in my mind
For when winter comes around
But for now I will enjoy what I find
In summertimes loving sound
Copyright
August.1.2000
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
The tips of your fingers
Are so smooth as the caress my skin
The feeling just lingers
My heat just spins
It puts chills down my spin
And a tingle through my body
I makes me want to wine and dine
And have our own little party
The warmth feels so nice
The heat we create
Could melt any size of ice
The only thing that could have brought this passion together
It had to fate
It was meant to burn so deep forever
The way you touch me
The feeling within
It's set free
Your touch makes my head spin
I'm wanting to experience your kiss
To be in your arms
This feeling I don't want to forget or miss
Just promise you'll keep me from harm
I want this feeling forever
I want us to be
To always be together
Copyright
Sun 5/25/2008 8:29 AM
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
As we hold eachothers hand
It brings my heart to beat fast
May this be it could he be my #1 man
Wanting this feeling to forever last
As you glide your fingers through my hair
I dont want this night to end
But of course it must nothing in life is fair
I wonder if we'll become more then just a friend
But for now i must let your warmth go
Telling by your kiss
Your return will be soon i just know
A night so true noother man can match this
I will hold on to tonight
The warmth of your hand
I will remember your gorgous sight
Soon again by eachothers side well stand
Copyright*
stripping myself naked
to feel the raw, frigid air,
and touch the bitter emptiness
that trolls your heart in the darkness of despair,
your lonesome woods,
the sound of silence vexed only by
the dried leaves that crush beneath
the small of my spine, and the howling wind,
though my eyes are closed,
as i feel the heat purged from my body
as it forms the warmth of my breath,
i can see it's vapor as it drifts
into the starlit skies and eases itself
into the night air,
it reassures and validates my cognizance
that it is indeed the only thing that is mine
in this treachery that consumes us both,
as my body lies in the darkness,
shivering from the frost,
i lie fearless among the cackling racket
and ghoulish creatures of the forest,
and before long the snow begins to fall
upon me and the winds die down,
snowflakes melting on warm flesh
that blankets a smooth and shivering musculature
upon a statuesque frame,
creating a distinct and coherent harmonic logic
with each drop of water that forms,
resounding with the vibrations
of multiple interweaving melodic lines,
and its captivating enchantment awakens me
to the new day as i open my eyes to feel you,
next to me,
the sweetness of your breath upon my neck,
an intimate distance holds us together.
2:46 AM 5/3/2013 ©
Tender warm winter kisses
evoke the warmth of summer
in my heart
and in place of snow
flowers grow
with tender care and love.
Pure white doves
fly through clear blue skies
rainbows suddenly materialise
and the angels play the sweetest
symphony
True love is the greatest victory.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
The chords between these bones are wound a little tight
and every time my digits flex a cracking breeds abasement.
People say to stop the taps, the clicking and the rickets,
but as the infrastructure of my hands will soften and degrade,
I cannot help but reach in hopes of grasping someone's praises.
I've built and buffed these mannish claws for purpose clear, concise,
yet every step with arms at length results in falling, clutching;
scraping up the rivets, steel, and stones of blithe indifference.
Whereas had I huddled in a squarish, smallish trench and curled
my fingers 'round my middle, dense, and hid from their derision,
I couldn't help but panic and assume I've missed your passing-by:
the one true thing that signifies your where and when, or how and why,
and whether you will soon return to mark the way you're walking.
Rely on me - above, beneath; I'll sooner drown in draining moats
than miss a chance to feel, caress, and revel in your presence.
There are no words to supplant the touch, and in the touch, I will indulge,
as soon my permission grants - as soon as hands recover.