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Sunday, October 31, 2010

The Masquerade - A Vamp


..  Writers Island

He would be at the party
She knew she wanted attention, only his
Dressed in black and ruby lips
A satin sash around her hips

Her eyes were her mask,
behind them a deep passion
Only she the huntress knew
What she felt was true

It didn't matter if he cared
What she wanted, she would get
So she stalked him through the night
Anxious to give her first bite

Finally a glimpse of hope
He had noticed her from afar
Offering a smile with a glint
Her eyes glowing, with a red tint

Moving closer, he asked her to dance
The music haunting and passion in the air
Sliding her body against his, her Lilly white hand against his chest
Soon, even though he didn't know, she knew what would be best.

Holding her tightly against him
She knew how to use her body as they danced
It was then she pressed those ruby lips against his skin
Soon, she would relish in her win

A fang slid against his neck
Even though it was fake
She could feel him shiver
A quick pass of her tongue, a lusty quiver

Only for this night
She had him where she wanted
In her arms and hypnotic hold
His hot whisper was so bold

She only laughed, her head falling back
Until now, he had ignored her
She continued with the masquerade
He was fooled at the game she played

The Worst Halloween

Halloween -  Jingle Poetry  Happy Halloween Jingle!

A year my mother felt creative, and she was!
Months before, making three costumes 
She was busy, cutting, taping, covering
And then, the final fittings!

My brother was a robot
Three boxes covered in tin foil
It was the most amazing work
We were so excited to try ours on

My Sister was the youngest
Small and petite, she was a pumpkin
Wires and fabric made her look so
Orange and BIG! A green hat for the stem

Me?  I was a witch, dressed all in black
A brand new broom to carry
AND, a putty nose!
The broom would be used after, how frugal she was!

Then it came- HALLOWEEN NIGHT!

We dressed quickly with Mothers help
Excited to run out and get all our rewards and treats
We began to walk, old enough to go alone
Laughing and then, suddenly something went wrong

No more laughter, one by one we started to cry.
The robot shed tears first, he couldn't see and the boxes
Were awkward.  I tried to soothe and encourage him - to no avail
Next, my little sister began to sob

The pumpkin suit cumbersome and too large to walk in
She couldn't even sit down, like the  robot
Then, I started to cry, though I could move with ease
My putty nose kept falling and wilting

I would try to fix it but it only was misshapen
We all cried, walking up to houses 
We didn't want to disappoint my mother who worked so hard
The Robot, the pumpkin and me, the worst Halloween ever!


Friday, October 29, 2010

Dan Fogelberg - Wysteria

Fear and Motherhood

You never stop being a Mother
No matter how old your children get
For me, I am not afraid of too many things
But, when it comes to my children 
My fear for them and what I can't control
Is more anxiety than I can hold



Picture this:
You are in big debt and could possibly lose your house and properties if this debt is not serviced immediately.
On the other hand, you hold an important position that you can manipulate illegally to get enough cash to pay up your debt and live up to your standard.
Remember, help is coming from nowhere, you wont get caught and this is your only source..
“How will you react?”

Kids to feed, husband laid off and the sheriff at the door handing me a notice of eviction.  I handle money everyday, after all I should do well at my job at the bank.  Things piled up, we were drowning, and our noses were above water.

The hardest part was to tell the kids they could no longer participate in pay to play sports.  This really crushed them and they were angry because we didn't have the money.

We tried everything.  It just was not working.  Double and triple bills on utilities, hardly no food to eat.  You know you are in bad shape when you are considering going to the local food bank.  You learn to swallow your pride, eventually.

Couldn't go to family for help, they didn't have anything either.  Parents living on social security and paying their own bills.  How could they take on ours?

I prayed so much I felt like God and The Saints  ignored me.  Tired of the same old prayer, hour after hour, day after day.

I   -  was becoming desperate.

Desperate to keep my home so my children had a roof over their heads.  Desperate to feed them.  It was all about them, not me.

So, I thought long and hard on this decision.  Every day I would take a little bit of money from the bank to catch up, or, just to survive another day.  I figured if I didn't take much, it would not be noticeable.  At least not right away.  I knew I would eventually get caught and would be punished but I was going to risk it.

Daily, I began to take a hundred dollars from the bank.  Sure enough, it didn't show and no one knew.  Really, they would never suspect me.

One day, while working, my boss approached me and wanted to speak privately.  My heart stopped, I couldn't breathe and held my breath for minutes.   Shaking in my shoes I followed him.  He was a nice boss but, I was sure I would be fired and sent to jail.

We sat down, our eyes now level across his desk.  He bit his bottom lip and shook his head and then, began to speak.  My ears, blood pumping and pounding in them made it hard to hear him.

" Liz, money is missing"   I sunk low in my chair and started to sob.  Finally, someone was going to hear me and listen to my misery.

I hunched up my shoulders and tried to speak, but only another sob escaped my lips.

"We have to investigate, as you know"

All I could think of was my children, they would soon visit a mother in Jail.  I could barely comprehend his next words.

"Liz, we all know here that you are having problems with bills.  No one wanted to ask you.  We have come up with an idea that might help you and your family"

 He spoke softly and kindly.   I wiped tears from my cheeks.

"We are not going to press charges, luckily the amount you have taken is not that large, even though you were stealing, I knew you were desperate". 

I blinked tears away and for the first time, looked up at him.  He was genuinely being kind.

" Everyone here has offered to give you 20.00 each week out of their checks until you can catch up on your bills.  I am going to offer you a loan, and once on your feet you can begin to pay me back.  It will be a personal loan between you and I"

I couldn't scream if I had wanted to, there were things making it hard for me to swallow already.

My heart was in my throat, I know that.

Finally, I asked him why everyone was being so kind?

He told me that I had worked there a long time, I was like family and family helps out.

It was funny, but I had never thought of me being part of a family at work.  Now, he made me see things in a different light.

"I am so thankful, so humble, that everyone wants to help us"   I don't know how I will ever be able to pay all of you back!"  Still sobbing I looked up at him behind his huge desk.

Calmly he spoke, a hint of knowing in his voice.

"Liz, you can pay people back with the same kindness.  It doesn't have to be monetary.  It could be offering a smile when someone is low.  Bringing an extra lunch for someone who for what ever their reason, doesn't buy or bring one.  Perhaps, they are in the same predicament as you."

I couldn't believe his words, that was true.  I was so consumed with my own problems I never thought of anyone else.

From that day on, my life changed.  I found out what was important in life and how to treat others.  We struggled, the kids had to understand the new rules about spending money and it took a year, and we were in better shape.  Thanks to a family, I never realized I had.

I guess, the moral of this story is never take things for granted, don't overlook the way other people may be in need.  It could be something simple. 

Trust me, the rewards are better than receiving.


This is not a true story.  Just written as one.  However, we have been down and out like a lot of people these days.  JUST KEEP FIGHTING

Thursday, October 28, 2010

F-- Is for Feather

Please read Jenny Matlock  _ Alphabet Thursday

A feather floats
  Flirting with things in its way
 Lifting and  falling in slow motion
Taking forever to land
Catching a wisp of wind
Furiously trying to find a place
It fights the air and flutters
Like a butterfly on a flower
Finally, resting
waiting for a mate when
the pillow is fluffed again.


Popsicle Sticks

There were five of us, and loved Popsicle's.

Every Friday we would get a new box!

Making sure my brothers and sisters gave me their sticks.
I had a large collection,

some even stained -

from the brilliant colored sugary ice.

My collection would serve a purpose

I guarded them with my life!

Then, I would patiently wait.
Oh the first sound of thunder

I was running around, excited

Gathering my sticks and waiting by the door

Praying for a flood!

Finally, at the curb a rushing river

I would run to it and begin to lay a stick
In the stream that rapidly went by

I saw the sticks as little boats

Wondering how far they would go

And if someone would find them?

Soaking wet, one by one

The sticks would float

Leaving me praying for more sticks

And another rainy day


A collector

Thursday Prompt -- Collections

I used to collect so many things,

Finding out, I grew tired of them

They lacked the luster they once had

And the thought of getting rich,

Never came to be,

now the junk sits in marked boxes

in my musty basement.

Happy to say

I am a collector of memories

Sadly I threw some away
 for what ever reason, I can't get them back

Growing older, realizing that it is priceless
To make and keep memories  with people you love


A blanket of colors

Three Word Wednesday

Fragile, Rampant, Tremor

Fragile and delicate, leaves begin to fall

It's as if there is a rampant race to see

Which will be first to blanket the earth

The sun fades and the winds stir

Sending a tremor to each branch

Signaling their moment to release

Like kites they begin to sail,

Blowing in the breeze like colored bubbles

Soon, the earth will be covered by a rainbow of

Yellow and orange, damp and slippery

Oh, a wish they would stay, instead of curling up

and dying.  Making a bed of death for a

Winter, that seems to never end. 


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Carry On Tuesday Prompts 

If I should die, think only this of me,

That I was good and bad at times
Laughed when I shouldn't and cried when I could
Had a temper to be dealt with
But easily calmed

That I took my knocks in life
and came through like a champ
Even though I wore the scars, silently
I was honest, but was known to stretch the truth

I loved, laughed and cried
Spent every penny on bills
And to my children
Don't cry when I am gone,

remember me by what I have left in your hearts
Even though, your inheritance will be my junk
My heart was in the right place
always, in loving you



So perfect

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Hating to admit it, I have felt it
Not as an adult, but as a child
I was the dumpy one, overweight
My sister, made to perfection

Every Friday mother went shopping
And, every Friday she would say
"Go check your room, I bought you something"
And me?  I would check,  nothing

Little sister  was the doll, she could dress up
For me, the "chubby department"
Never had anything frilly
Besides, mother could not choose the size

Every Friday, I dreaded those words
Somehow, I felt resentment at my sister
and my mother
As a child, you don't understand

I think this carries over into adulthood
But, a lesson to be learned
I was taught, never to treat my children differently
And never to make them feel anything less than perfect


Tuesday, October 26, 2010

I knew a real Witch

I knew a witch, in real life
One like on the Wizard of Oz
Always dressed in a black dress
With a sneer on her face

Once a week, she would be in her yard
With a big canvas bag of salt
Slowly, hunched over 
She would spread the salt around her house

I was terrified of her and her antics
She would come to our home
Gnarly fingers, ringing the bell
We would all scream for someone else to answer the door

In her arms and inside a bag she carried
Cobalt blue glass bottles
She claimed it was homemade perfume
My mother seemed frightened and bought one

It smelled horrible, and I was sure
It was some kind of witch potion.
Throwing it away, I wrapped it in newspaper
Just in case the witch checked our trash

One day, the Witch came again
We were all frightened
My mother yelled to me to say
"I'm not home"

Taking a deep breath,
I opened the door and saw her
Dressed in black
Cobalt blue glass bottles in her hands

Opening the door, just to peek my head outside
The witch stood there solemnly
Almost crying and trying to be a good daughter
I blurted out the words-  "My mom told me to tell you, she isn't home"

Realizing what I said
A witches curse, to be sure
I thought of Dorothy
Wishing, the wicked witch was dead

 This is a true story.  She was an old Italian lady and spread salt around her house to keep the "evil spirits" away.  Now, that I am older, I realize she did make the lavender scented perfume to sell to earn extra money.  She was a widow for many years.  And, she always wore a black dress.  I guess, she was in mourning all those years after her husband died.  I did think she was the wicked witch in the Story, though Mrs **** was a little on the chubby side.   I always crossed the street to the other side when walking to and from school.  Horrified to pass her home.  My mother did come down to the stoop where I stood before Mrs*** and embarrassed told her that I was playing a joke and she was home the whole time.  She gave me a look like I was in for it, and yes, I did get it.


Monday, October 25, 2010

I'm not always writing - Dark-

Well, I know some of you have read my work.  You probably think it is more dark than light.  I do try to bring some form of message in my work.  

I have to practice writing a little 'lighter'  I have a good Irish sense of humour, but I think the Dark Italian side wins at times.

So drop by and read my poems, offer suggestions or crits.  I have a hard shell...  lol well a head anyway.
I really do want to get to know all of you.

The dark and light


Love at First sight!

Jingle Poetry - Pot Luck Monday -  Love and Romance ---

Working two jobs was stressful
Stubborn me, had to move out
Situations made it hard to live at home
I became my own keeper and my own bill payer

Both jobs were tough, all day and all night on my feet
Moonlighting in a small tavern, made it fun
Many times during the night and since I had worked there
The door would open to someone, we exchanged a friendly smile or wave

And, then it happened.  The door opened, a man walked in casually.
Our eyes met, and I felt like I was hit by lightening. 
I tried to smile, but felt trembling
I was flustered and blushing.

Smiling as if he knew, he mouthed a sexy "hello"
I served him his Jack Daniels with a tremble
I could feel his eyes still on me.
What was this feeling?

Waiting on others, I offered veiled peeks
He was charming, though, not the type to bring home to mother
Long hair, moustache and a HARLEY!
Mother warned me about men like that.

I knew what the feeling was, 'Love at first sight'
It hit me like a ton of bricks, never did I dream it would happen to me
I was stunned.
What a feeling it was. Exhilirating, 

We dated for two years and over time the feeling dimmed
I cried on the inside because I missed that first emotion he gave me
Hating to admit this, though I will
Mother was right to warn me, about men like that!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Stop being so Curious!

 Posted for Sunday Scribblings -

My mother hated to answer my million questions
I had to know everything, curious
How did the hands on the clock move?
What did the neighborhood bully have to prove?

On and on, day after day, night after night
Curiosity killed the cat?
Why does a car need gas?
Oh, and, why did dad call Mr Norm an ass?

Finally, after mentally wearing her down
I could read and find my own answers
Though, it wasn't the same
As the question game

No matter what, she tried her best
I miss her now and still need answers
There are times I go to the phone to call
Only to remember, she's not there at all.

I just have one more question
Curious if it  could be answered,
Why did you choose her to leave?
She gave me dreams, and all I could believe


Friday, October 22, 2010

Halloween, just another scary night

Snarly faces lit with candles

Stare at weird costumed people
Children running up the walks
To houses with porch lights glowing
What is this need to feel scared?
Or better yet, to scare children.

The scent of burning pumpkins
mix with sulfur, pungent like the color
Days of preparing, decorations adorn homes
Children screaming and laughing
Thinking of bags of candy, and a night to indulge

There really are monsters in the night
Not just on this day
They lurk behind masks and wait to lure
Predators like the wolves in the woods

Be careful, a Mother whispers

Don't eat anything unwrapped
Wait for me to check it all
How sad the real monsters
Have taken away the only night
Children should be scared


At First Glance

Three words -Effect, immense, shimmer --

At First Glance
 didn't know

The  effect on me

Sitting , I fidgeted

Twirling a silky strand of walnut colored hair

around and around, two of my fingers.

An immense wave of warm blush crept along my cheeks

I could feel my body reacting, feverishly trying to hide it

Then, his eyes lifted to mine, shimmering, endless pools of ebony

Surprisingly, I held them with my own depths of blue

Breathlessly, wanting to shake my head and lose his gaze

The strands of hair only tightening around my fingers, 
It felt as if I would cut off the circulation

Death by twirling hair!

And then, he looked away

Not interested, the shimmer gone from his eyes
For me, I looked to the door for another to enter,

Hoping to find that  feeling again, I smoothed my hair back into place

What subtle signs we give when the effect of another's eyes meet ours
A hopeful first glance, that ends with a blink of an eye


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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Well, the little ugly guy

We were so happy, my daughter and I

The thought of picking out a puppy was so exciting.
In the pound, at least a hundred beautiful dogs were barking

We peered into all the cages, it was heartbreaking, but we could only choose one

We started down the last aisle and both stared and grimaced at the one in the cage

He was a little chubby, and all of his bottom teeth protruded.  Especially one!

 still we didn't speak.  Our minds full of so many dogs who needed homes.

I thought to myself, this poor ugly guy will never get a place of his own

Staring at the dog, he seemed to know we would pass him by

My daughter, with much hesitation said "I think, I want him!"
Oh my God, what are we thinking!  People will laugh, our family would wonder why?

So we called over the woman to open the cage.  

With a slightly wagging tail, and teeth protruding he ambled over to us.

Friendly little guy, but so ugly he was cute.
We knew no one else would take him, so we did.

He is a strange little dog, with a face a mother could hardly love
But, he brings us so much love and joy.

Well, the teeth?  We tried to get it pulled or some kind of brace

The vet just said, "You will have to live with that face"


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Moods in Color

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 Moods in Color

I watched today as the azure sky turned gray.

Much as the mood that suddenly washed over me.

The yellow sun feeds me energy, though,

I get tired after a long day

It is lovely to watch an orange and purple sunset

In  awe at is jewel like streaks, painted by the wind

Nature's colors are much like a mood ring I had years ago

With each new season comes colors that can not be duplicated

No matter what our palette's hold.


Wednesday, October 20, 2010


One Stop Poetry - Where Poets, Writers and Artists Meet - *Welcome to One Shot Wednesday - Week 16*

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I sketch a woman, one with no shame

Beautiful, statuesque and  free of inhibitions

Her perfection evident, I draw what I wish to be

Each placement of the pencil planned

There are never any eraser marks

A self portrait, this dream inside my head

For a moment, when complete, I pretend

It is a vision of me


Monday, October 18, 2010

Longing to commit the sin

 Written for Jingle Poetry - Seven Deadly Sins

Wonder why it is called a deadly sin?

I feel dead without it.

Longing for those days

That I felt it every moment

The need and longing insatiable

And now, I would gladly commit the sin of lust

To spend eternity in hell

To feel alive, to feel the longing,

the intense heat of desire

The real sin, is living a life without it.


Sunday, October 17, 2010

Friday, October 15, 2010


Don't forgive me

I see that as being weak.

You know how I hate that.

Did you think of tormenting me today?

Your silence is deafening, and yes I deserve it.

who you are is not what I have become

I have disintegrated, melted and vanished with your pitiful words

Use me, as I have used you

There is only disgust left and the silence I will live in forever


An Autumn Memory

The scent of burning leaves in the air
Busy woodsmen revving  up their saws
I looked down to see a waxy , damp leaf
Brightly colored, I couldn't step on it

It had a curled edge,
Memories of my mother
Brought a  tear to my eye.
Carefully, I put the leaf into my pocket

A childhood craft, forgotten
 now recalled
Taking me to a special place and time
Another Autumn long ago

Placing the leaf between waxed paper
and, slipping it into a book
Hoping it would be found
Another Autumn, another memory made


Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Kiss

You left your moist breath upon my lips
I taste the sweetness of your mouth
A warm blush creeps along my cheeks
I inhale your love

Delicate hand raises to touch your shoulder
The heat from your skin is exciting
My body reacts  on its own
Pushing up and to yours, needfully

You sense my urgency, yet... you wait
Teasing me, making me long even more
You smile against my mouth, knowing
That my need is out of control

I feel anger and love at the same time
Wondering why you make me wait
Until I realize the moment
Once the kiss is over, I will beg for more

Wysteria x

Wisteria? Or Wysteria?

Arms drape, like a ballerina's pose
Limber fingers, dangle with purpose
Head, tilted, face serene
Shallow breathing, soft summer breeze

Hip jutted, supporting swaying body
No turning, daintily moving in place
Colorful nail polish, a soft shimmer
Imitating tree's dance in the wind

No matter how hard I try
I can't capture the beauty
Of the picture in my mind
The scent of the blossoms

Wisteria, Wisteria, why so evasive?
Your bows so full of glorious color
Yet, you remain one of the quiet
In a sea of green

Wysteria   x

Friday, October 8, 2010

Poetry Blog

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Wysteria x

About me - dark and bright

My pen name is Wysteria.

  I know it isn't spelled like the tree or bush.  It is my own variation of it.  I have an attatchment to this name, however, won't go into detail here...)

Would love to start this blog off with some of my work and hopefully, will get people to read and enjoy or leave me a nasty note.  What ever it is, I appreciate honesty.

So, tonight I will make my first addition.

Wysteria x