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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.