Constellation Of Stars

In Honor and Appreciation …

When a poet dies
Life sprinkles all around us
Their words reaching out
All at once, for all time,
Essence of hearts
Once shared in delicate shades of love.
What to do
When a poet becomes a part of you
Without a trace of where they have gone,
Only words they have left behind
And an unwritten poem entailing why?
Influence, intellect, words so personally seeded
Is who they were, and what they had given –
Unselfishness to be remembered
For the poetry they loved for us
And wrote endearingly!
Poetic soldiers, writing fearlessly to the world
Until their words ran out of run,
Their passion lives on strikingly rich
For soldiered generations to come!
Echoes of their poetry bloom our hearts
Creating a path to walk easy in today
Paved by the words they had flowered –
In brightly painted gardens of yesterday!
Poetry always arrives with the snow –
Then off to Spring, such a pretty young thing
What better a place for a memory to grow
And melt the heart when remembering!?
Honor.
For those before, and then Shakespeare, and all across the lands, to here and now
Whom have shared their words and touched our hearts so beautifully.
Thank you!
Myth*.
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Maybe Someday …

It must have had something to do with the rain?
Because I thought of you today,
I thought about the last time we spoke
And what I whispered in your ear, you were sure it was a lie!
As you stepped off the train, as the train slowly rolled,
I cried all the way home
Neither one of us could say goodbye.
I’ve traveled so far from you now
The kids grew up, my parents died,
But the world didn’t stop turning!
The Sun kept shining, I saw it, in the corner of my eye.
Funny how that tiny little speck of light
Turned out to be such a giant leap of faith!
So there I was today, walking in the replenishing rain
Thinking about  how I renewed myself to live 
Without the source of my pain.
But then, I recalled
What I had whispered in your ear,
Oh how I wish I had lied!
Maybe someday…
Myth*.
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Sometimes, we love someone for so many years,
Then sometimes
We may be pushed into loving ourselves even more!
Love.

A Vintage Bookstore In Berkeley

Soft and gentle, as surrender.
His words could have rocked an ocean to sleep.
I wanted to lay in his bed of roses, upon his sheets of poetry.
I wanted him!
Thousands of butterflies seemed to have fluttered my thoughts!
The floor beneath me disappeared, and left me floating on air.
My fingers reached for my lips
As he spoke of picking peaches off their vines
 And sipping Summers heat!
I could hear afterthoughts beckoning me to kick off my heels
And toss them to the understanding god’s of love!
 I wanted to feel the heat of the moment from his every breath!
And then there were the stairs
To the left of me.
Where I could write myself into his story.
I sat down on the fifth stair, longing for his invitation and sensual cravings!
Each word nibbled at the lace of my womanhood, ever so lightly
Untying my will to hang on!
Oh why was he making me wait!?
Need was calling him from the stairs.
His masculine approach was reaching for my last remaining lace!
We could have made love there…on those stairs
In the moments of great height’s of making love!
But he could never be mine.
His words belonged on the pages in a book that I was reading
In a vintage bookstore in Berkeley.
Soft and gentle, as surrender
He will forever be rocking an ocean to sleep,
Without me in his bed of roses, without me upon his sheets of poetry.
Never shall always be
To never roll on his waves, now gone to sleep.
Myth*.
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Like A Sweet Fine Wine!

Me epistles, My poems
Have been to each of you my dear heartwarming friends, and acquaintances of my life. I am so beautifully blessed to have the most Gorgeous, Courageous, Influential movers and shakers in my circle of life!
To each of you,
You have been the bubbly surprises that fill my heart with love!
 Handsome,  Beautiful
Mind and Soul
Whom hold understanding and Riches of heart in highest regard.
Honesty, Nobilities
Your greatest attributes, and my Tender Mercies…
And your hugs and smiles conquer my vulnerabilities and sensitivity.
My soul shines remnants of our friendships, an any given time…
When we laughed, cherished, and unwantingly cried.
Life at our feet, and together we carry our burdens long haul
Together, the softer, through it all!
My love for each of you grows ripe along Vivacious Vine
As together we grow older, gracefully, like a sweet fine wine!
And as the good Lord barricades our Holdings of Sage
Let us raise our glasses to the importance of Saving Grace… for wage!
Myth*.
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Revive

Dear Hymn,
…with your high dose priority to make my heart sing
Daily breathful who revives life’s joy in me …
My life carriage, probable leverage in song,
Whom obliterates emotional intolerance.
Indisputable lyrics telling me to be, only me
Just as morning, noon and night, shall always be,
And to flow the river run, no matter the sea chorales,
To each their own, and mine as well, our bells will ring!
Myth*.
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Sand Travelers

We are ~
Sifting through sands of time in search of our destiny’s
Life’s open door leads to where we are meant to be
Sweet Jesus the path of crossroads curls behind me,
Be still my heart in hope, timeless future bring us harmony!
We are pedestrians, vulnerable to crossing very thin lines
Where fate can be habitual, with karma ready to bind,
But the sun, and the moon, then stars, they rhyme
Sands in crackling hourglass glow heavenly divine!
We are ~
Sand travelers, still learning to walk softly within the strain
Less incorrigible sandblasting, less unwanted blame
If only we could rest awhile in one another’s pain
Paths we cross when future comes, might never be the same!
Myth*.
© 2013-2018 Myth (All rights reserved)
Thank you so very much for reading my poems.
Be safe in the world!

Mirthful Blessings

Here
In the element of surprise!
Tiniest non-perishable where comfort lies!
The part of life that means everything to me
The part of life that often gets discarded in trivial pursuits.
Pillow soft marvels some call days
Difference of opinions experience sway.
Goodness morn, sweet doe eyed wake!
The good Lord branded this life bestowed
So be it, be it undraped
 Joined at the heart, jeweled and sewn!
Where I end up, is where I have been
Climbing mountains and barreling again,
To land on my feet and brush off my knees –
In the upright position of mirthful blessings,
And my satchel of wisdom and sin confessings!
Be still my heart, in this element of hark!
Be still these ears to perilous noise,
Three steps back far wide from the mark?
Climbed too many mountains to disfigure rejoice!
Myth*.
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