My Poems: Beau Fleuve

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“Raw Passion”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Explosive ecstasy on a sea of pure pleasure;

Oral sensations beyond human measure;

Our mouths pressed together with tongues lightly darting

Fill me with passion and reluctant parting

From lips that are sweeter than any known taste

Which replant themselves on my neck, breasts and waist.

You fulfill my fantasies once thought as forbidden

While unlocking desires that I’d always kept hidden.

 

When I am with you, I no longer feel fear

Of being rejected with a sarcastic sneer.

Acceptance allows me to fully expand

Toward an open mind and I know where I stand

Through truth and not lies, nor pain, nor deceit,

And into myself I no longer retreat

To hide away in anger and shame,

Or break into tears at the drop of a name.

You’ve shown me passion through trust and desire

And ignited in me an undying fire;

To kiss you, to taste you, to take you inside;

An exciting new journey with you as my guide!

“Love is a Decision”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

A wonder that begins with magic, mystique,

When a simple touch surges with power…

The Fates merge their efforts into weaving

A web of obstacles into one braid of shining gold

Presented for all to see and admire.

Their task is complete now that two are woven together—

But the pair must keep the strands intertwined.

Though seemingly inseparable,

The weave will face its test of strength.

Its edges may fray from time to time,

Yet the tools of repair are within grasp

If one chooses to take them up.

Magic wove them together…

Work will keep the weave strong.

“Your Gardening Angel”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Blooming cosmos and snapping dragons

In a patch of sweet serenity;

Passion flowers and

Passionate hearts

Beautify the face of Mother Earth.

Summer rains bring

Occasional wet wings

And a tipped halo or two,

But the angels toil tenderly

To the music of

Water falling

Rhythmically

Against the rocks.

Lilies bob as fish and frogs play

Hide and seek

With the dragon fly;

Brown spider tirelessly tends her web

Among the terra cotta;

The hum of a Kubota in the distance

Lulls the senses.

Ahh… dreaming away again in Martha Stewartville.

“Out of Dodge”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

“Mama, where’re we goin’?”

Driving down the road

We take one last glance before leaving it all behind.

“Don’t know yet, Baby—just away, that’s all.”

I’d half-done this before—

Half-done meaning I’d changed my mind.

Oh, sure, he’d cried,

But my weekend stand was undone

With a return to submission,

Foolishly falling into the familiar pattern of

Doting wife and

Dog on a leash

Screwing any real chance that change would or could occur.

Fear can do that, you know?

A rattling muffler brings me back

To that fueled-up car filled with only what the kids could carry—

Hell, you can always get more stuff, right?

But we only get one chance at living

And it’s hardly worth the bother with no chance to grow.

Time to head out of Dodge with the sun to our backs—

That thrilling, frightening step out…

“An Awakening”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

A blithe fairy released from a three-decade slumber

Awoke in a blossoming rose–

Fear and despair

Had trapped her there,

Escaping from all her woes.

 

Till one day there came a Lady fair

Who discovered a withering bloom–

She tended and fed

The flow’r in its bed

Dissolving the spell of gloom.

 

It flourished under her tender care;

The pain of the past washed away–

The rose opened wide

With the fairy inside

Bringing hopes for a brighter day.

 

She smiled and she stretched and she tested her wings,

Lightly touching the blooms of her bed —

This Celtic delight

Was prepared to take flight

And she circled the Lady’s head.

 

“How can I thank you?” the fairy proclaimed.

In reply, the kind Lady smiled–

“It was not only me

Who set your soul free–

‘Twas the love for our Inner Child.”

“Lilies, Roses, and the Keeper of the Wood”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Two beds lay side by side in the midst of a tangled wood;

One with lilies, one with roses—an overshadowed rainbow.

Years of neglect left them choking on weeds

Till the Keeper of the Wood happened by.

Moved by their beauty and pitying their plight,

He devoted himself to their care.

With attention to the lilies first,

He loosened the soil to remove undesired vegetation;

Greater care might have been taken for

The white ones were lost to impatience.

Fertilization of the bed followed–

With the day lilies responding best,

Increasing their blooms five-fold.roses

 

Attention was next turned to the roses

And the process repeated;

Again the white flowers were sacrificed!

One would think he’d have learned from experience…

 

The Keeper of the Wood returned daily

To tend to his blossoming claim;

Roses, red and pink, flourished under his care,

Yet the yellow ones caught his fancy,

As did the orange and yellow lilies.                                                                             orange lily

He smiled to see their transformation,

Pleased that his efforts had paid off…

Summer days found him reclining bedside,

Plucking here and poking there, enjoying their fragrance–

What a happy time for him!

 

Soon the trees offered a colorful competition–

Bedecked in scarlet, accessorized in gold,

They lent a regal air o’er the garden.

Pruning time came and the Keeper of the Wood smiled

While trimming delicate branches and bulbs…

Often, without thinking, he cut so deeply that many perished;

The rest were lost to the cold.

Only Spring would bring notice

When he’d wonder where they’d gone,

Not recognizing the role he’d played.

 

“For Byl”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Give me your tired,

Your poor,

Your huddled mass,

Yearning to be free

By releasing all you acquired

In your quest to be you,

Immune to the sneers and retorts

Of those deficient in compassion.

Guts and gumption brought you here,

And with guts and gumption you shall go

With the knowledge that

Courage carried you

To what I ran from in fear…

Oh, you won, my friend!

Your legacy of acceptance

Teaches a lesson in self-love—

No berating sorrows,

No syndrome of regrets…

Be at peace—it’s ok…

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