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In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

With bright spring flowers bursting with color

The sweet smells of young nature

The soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love

While I am the common girl

 Who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

 Before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime –

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night –

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

Leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012, All rights reserved.  

 

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Doing Time With Unicorns

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Time to step back from this table

Been bending crayons against these papers

Hours and hours floating away

In lovely dreams and fairy tales

My fingers and toes ache to stretch a bit

Out my door and down the road

There’s a lady on her knees in her garden

Caspia  and Tritonia petals smiling

Pulling weeds to make it perfect

Not so different she and I

I understand her need to please.

I pull a smoke out from the pack in my pocket

Strike a match then the flame

The air fills with floral swirls

The whirls change into forgotten shadows

 Deep dark memories return to haunt

Not finding peace here just yet

Not finding why I have to, just yet.

Throw down the smoke and grind it into the dirt

Head on back to my tiny space

A covered camp without any trace

The love we had is finally asleep

Don’t wake it up, let it dream.

Alone is where I need to flee

Among the ashes of what used to be

Until tomorrow arrives with renewed luck

I’ll be here drawing rainbows

Doing time with the unicorns and fables

Under cloudless, starless skies –

Alone is where I need to be.

©Susan Morgan Bosler, November 18, 2012, All Rights Reserved

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Nelumbo nucifera Bahasa Indonesia: Seroja (Nel...

Nelumbo nucifera Bahasa Indonesia: Seroja (Nelumbo nucifera) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haikus for a Sunday

Notes Joyous Dancing

The reed plays through times course

Bamboo harmony

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Small yellow bird has flown

Empty now the master’s cage

Broken is his heart

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Lotus flower floating past

Nighttime hides its petals pink

Sunlight comes to share

~

Gold and orange leaves

Old weeping tree sweeps the earth

Years travel so slow

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Laughter of the doves

Making love upon the roof

I can remember

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©Susan Morgan Bosler

August 26, 2012

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Today, one of my guides named Lotus Flower visited me in my mediation.  This is what she left behind for me to share.

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For a Time

 

In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses

with bright spring flowers bursting with color

the sweet smells of young nature

the soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair

Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love, Eros

While I am the common girl, Psyche

who has captured your heart completely unaware.

Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours

before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime –

I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed

As you promise to stay with me each night –

I will not peek,

Least the spell be broken and you flee from me

Taking all that is yours with you,

leaving me alone and broken hearted.

 

(c)Susan Morgan Bosler

August 21, 2012 – All Rights Reserved.  Please do not reprint without the permission of the author.  Thank you.

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In those few precious moments

that spring to life

just before the sun tips above the horizon

there is a place that is born, endures and disappears forever

it is in this pocket of living time

that you often come to me

in thoughts so real

I would swear you are blood and flesh.

your hand reaches for and cradles my face

your lips move quietly toward mine

I can truly feel the warmth of your breath

as we share love’s passionate kiss.

Barely the words, “I love you always,”

can be shared before you are gone

a mere memory again

until our next rendezvous

at the striking of nighttime’s death

just before the sun tips above the horizon

when we are whole again so briefly.

 

(c) Susan Morgan Bosler,    March 22, 2012   Please do not reprint without prior authorization of the author.

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Graphic Manipulation by SMB

Once I pulled you toward me
In a breathless moment
Enveloping the sounds of struggle and joy
Feeling the twisting and winding of flesh
Do you remember that starless, moonless night?
How afterwards we talked but said nothing of importance.
I could hardly see the outline of your face
But I could sense your continence in the dark
You were, we were, exhausted and content.
Do you still wonder if I think of you?
I hold this wish, deep inside
Where memories cluster around
Singular moments of the divine
Another love
Another time.

© Susan Morgan Bosler,  February 14, 2012

All rights reserved.  Please do not reprint any portion without the written approval of the author.

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Truth – The Tree of Life

The trees know –
It’s their burden.

When the wind blows it shakes their limbs
Each branch clasps tightly to its leaves
While deep down in the cold earth
The trees have pushed their roots together
Attaching one to the other
Twisting and touching
As if little children huddling, hand in hand
for the safety found in the darkness
against a demon foe.

Don’t let go of what you believe
a hush of whispers chant to each of the trees –
There is always something coming
to try to shake you from your beliefs
to take you from your path –
Your thoughts torn to pieces
scattered to the winds –
if not standing with firm conviction
the tree will break,
lost forever to the unseen forces
that seek to claim it as their own.

Humanity is the tiny shoots
on an ancient tree –
with the promise of life
yet, not the guarantee.
Never give up, speaks one tree
turn to face the ugly facts –
Truth is dying all around
“Baal” is everywhere these days –
a demon god getting stronger
ignorance, depravity and greed –

Somewhere inside, you know this
Somewhere inside, you might fear the pain
Of standing up for a vision
A principle forged in perfection
then handed down through the ages.

Life can be brutal – unless the soul
Grows mighty
like the roots of the ancient tree –
Despite what others may display
the tree that remains alive and standing
is the one that held fast to it’s roots
as the winds of Baal blows through its leaves.
©Susan Morgan Bosler
March 15, 2011
I rarely give explanations about the poems I write because I want the reader to find their own idea of what is being depicted and what is internalized inside (themselves).

It is my belief that the culture has changed – and not entirely for the better – that the darknesses pitch is looming and growing stronger and it is the wise warrior spirit that sees the signs and works to hold back the tides of evil. Baal is a deity from many different ancient cultures that represents materialism, greed, self-aggrandizement, sexual debauchery, weather and ignorance. Oh yes, Baal-zebub – the god of the flies. (What do flies generally appreciate? – dung and excrement). What do you worship? It is up to each of us to solidify our beliefs and stay as grounded as possible in these difficult times, for it is the roots that bury themselves deep in the ground and hold tight to the good earth, that will save the tree (of life) despite the harsh winds that may blow.

Thank you for reading – Susan Morgan Bosler

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