SONNET FOR JENNIE LOGAN
She walked into another time
and found the love she always knew
his arms around her so sublime
a full born fantasy come true.
It seemed it was a magic dress
that brought her back to love so real
the man so different from the rest
how easily her heart could feel.
She had to choose; go back or stay
give up the now for what was then
she knew there was no other way
no question who, no doubt of when.
To David's arms did Jennie flee
and there she found eternity.
THE LEGACY OF ROBIN
I think perhaps 'twas Robin Hood
who made me seek so fruitlessly
for men to equal deeds of brave
and give to all relentlessly.
I see myself Maid Marion
with gown of gold and sword of steel
She grew in love and bravery
followed her heart, took on the feel.
Yes, Robins' sword could do the trick
at bay keep all of prince John's men
whilst maid so dearly loved by him
fought side by side, much more than friend.
And later in the fires' light
Sir Robin knew just what to do
He unlaced slow her corselet
and showed her lifetimes love anew.
Surely today there is a man
who thinks and acts with heart of gold
or is it only in the past
that men knew how to love so bold?
MAID MARION TAKES HER TURN
Determined not to stay behind
the Maid departs tradition
she steals a weapon, tiptoes out
and follows her true passion.
No fearful lady is the Maid
she searches for her Robin
through Sherwood forest she does steal
until she fights beside him.
Once they have beaten back the men
who wish to hold down progress
Sir Robin takes his lady fair
and gathers her in solace.
For she has thoughts she has not shared
her worry for his future
He is at risk at every turn
And yet he never falters.
So tenderly does he assure
her passion is not leaving
For much as she would cleave to him
He also holds the feeling.
PAST LIVES?
Perhaps I was a scribe
at the feet of Socrates.
Living, learning, writing,
a poet if you please.
Perhaps I was a maiden
in medievel town of yore.
There has to be a reason
for my love of Robins' lore.
Perhaps instead a princess
holding court to all the knights.
So many of them loved me
they were forced to duel and fight.
No, I'm sure I was a flapper
dancing wildly, drinking 'shine.
Else why would all the thoughts of them
seem like they're surely mine.
Perhaps I was victorian
so refined and delicate.
The tiny, lacy gloves, you see
are such a perfect fit.
I feel the soul of Scarlett,
a southern belle inside.
Awaiting handsome Mr. Rhett
although he made me cry.
Today I feel so very lost
no true identity.
I wish somehow I'd learn the truth-
which one of them is me...
SLEEPING BEAUTY REVISITED
Once princes lived in fairy tales
to seek the maiden in her sleep
traverse the lands, o'er hill and dale
and bring her love to always keep.
A kiss in time was all it took
to stir the life force held within
fluttering eyes and startled look
she knew not where her heart had been.
Arise, said he, to maiden fair
no longer slumber thee alone
my kiss of magic fills the air
now I am here to bring you home.
She gave a cry of pure delight
and rode away with him that night.
A LOVE THROUGHOUT TIME
Her photo drew him in, before he ever knew
the scope of loving felt, nor how to make it true.
In searching for advice, he came upon a plan
his dream, to conquer time, reverse hourglass sand.
He woke in her hotel, to find love born of fate
"Is it you?" she exclaimed, "the one for whom I wait?"
"Yes my love it is I, come through portals of time
traveled so many years, your true spirit to find".
As she clung to his arm, they walked down to the lake
she could not deny him, though her heart would soon break.
They planned for a love to caress them throughout time
until it was shattered at the turn of a dime.
Abruptly he spun forward, back to his own year
leaving behind his true love, all that he held dear.
His shock was so great, he had to lay down and die
to reunite with Elise, in heavenly sky.
THE OTHER SIDE
Another wakeful night, the woman rose
dreamlike, she thought she heard the mirror call
she placed her hand upon the crackled glass
and felt herself slowly begin to fall.
She saw a flash, and rushing scenes passed by
a scream of terror, who would ever save-
then peace, a feeling she had never known
pushed back the fear, and held her like a babe.
She stared in awe to see an ancient throne
upon it sat an angel, fierce and strong
He gestured to her, told her all was well
for she was home, after a wait so long.
He pulled her close and told her of the truths
gave answers to her endless questioning
no longer must she live lonely and sad
"Listen to me, cannot you hear hearts sing?"
She looked back towards the past, just one quick glance
and said goodbye to all the hate and lies
then turned and sank into her angels arms
and left behind her world of pain and sighs.
GENIE OF LOVE
Oh magic Genie, come to me
I've found your centuries old home
come out and fulfill fantasies
as Genies everywhere are known.
I've contemplated all the odds
the chance of good, the evil twist
and now I rub my hands upon
to see your face appear in mist.
Don't ask me to wish only twice
for I have many needs today
though if you cannot give me thrice
I'll tell you now, which ones shall stay.
All children of the world have love
and by the way, I want it too.
Oh Genie, floating far above
your power holds the key unto
The door of peace and happiness
the one I knock at constantly.
Your magic can remove distress
make dreams become reality.
What payment shall you ask of me?
I fear you may not be so kind
But love is all that makes us free
as you are too, since I did find.
So, Magic Genie, lets begin
and don't demand my very soul
Help me bring love from where its been
lost in the hateful, blackest hole.
DOORS
Through doors of time and destiny
I swear one day his face I'll see
and when he finally reaches me
I'll know the feel of truly free.
Neither star nor clouds shall hide him
nor the shadows of moon-less dim
not even harshness of fates' whim
shall keep me back from where I've been.
Doors harshly closed, slammed in my face
I peek through slats to find my place
surely I'll find at least a trace
of he who loves me, though displaced.
Another place in time he lives
waits to remove the blocks within
If only we could push through sieves
true life and love we have to give..
The Art Of Time
She weaves around us seamlessly
with no concern for what is wrought
a balance act most delicate
time stand alone while we cannot.
A rose strewn path we walk today
but quickly do the flowers die
time pushes us past memories
all in the barest blink of eye.
She slides through hope, past fantasy
without least bit of thoughtful care
she turns our lives to what was not
just reminiscences of where.
Time turns her hourglass upon
our road of life, we have no part
of how she shifts and ebbs and flows
time gently paints, sculpting fine art.
Have a glass of champagne on me,
and travel to poems with a wine theme
