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| ONE WITH NATURE The sky is like an artist dream. While the grass embraces more, than the color green. The trees I've used as shelter from sudden storms, while I one with nature lie safely in the shadow of branches, reaching out like arms. I take time from my busy day, to listen to the birds, hear the things they say. I take time to smell the flowers, admiring every color with each passing hour. When I become one with nature swathe in my nakedness, I think of my deepest desires. The sweet kiss of the sun on my brown skin and the wind careening me softly like a man's touch. Allowing the sorrows of the world not to mean as much. It's times as this I can truly say, I have felt the sweeping wings of doves sent from the heavens above across my naked breast as erotic and sweet as the memories of my lover's intoxicating caress. |
| A LETTER TO MY LOVE My only love, Thou art my joy fastidious and shrewd. Jostling my adoration, careening in the affection that piliage my ample breast. Thou art my knight glowing in regal splendor blinding me with thine honor and courage. To thee I bestow my loyalty as a token of thy valor. To thee my innocence of heart tried and true I offer as tribute of love long denied. For thee my love, I wouldst sacrifice all in my possession for without thee it means not. |
| NOTE:All poems and portraits belong to Shiree and can not be used without my permission. |
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| My Life The road I have travel has been like a river from the streams of tears and saddness of my past. When we are young we wish for so little; like home, husband, career, children, and a love that wil last. What I have found on the path I have traveled; is a love that was never mine, another love that was controlled by dreams of an easy dollar these two love created a woman who constantly cried, scream and hollered. One day I gazed deeply into the mirror .... Oh my god, who is that sad ,tired, aging, young woman I see? I couldn't believe what the raging wars of breaking hearts had done to me. I knew then I had to let go of childhood dreams. No longer could I swim in these shallow and loveless streams. If I'm to have a home it would be of my making. A home where all who lives gives without selfishly taking. A gift from God, some children are born to the uncaring who allow them to die. When I found out I no longer have the option of this gift. I prayed it was a lie. I went through all of this alone, but yet I survived, telling myself each day it's just good to be alive. Inspite of my life being a tale of woe, I still feel I'm blessed 'cause I got so much living yet to go. In my heart I feel beautiful, no hurtful past. I like to laugh, tease and make the good times last. Whatever you do don't be allured by just what you see, for surfaces fade like the setting sun. However, the childish unconfident girl of old has nothing on this now WOMAN confident and bold! |
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| Life is like one giant jigsaw puzzle and you know after you find all the peices that fit and you finally accomplish the difficult task of putting it together . It's going to make one damn beautiful picture! |
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