tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33155177124101331752012-01-26T16:19:55.964-05:00Poetry & Writings by Bobbie SandlinBobbie Sandlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09655747675222419355noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3315517712410133175.post-45905625022314073462010-04-24T23:46:00.004-04:002010-04-24T23:50:56.971-04:00

Stepping back into the flowScrew asking for directions...The mind negotiates the winding thoughtsDeep questions and longingMingle with appointments and grocery listsThe eyes closeStillness blankets me as I focusThe ebb and flow of ideas massages the anxiety...I'm backFor 3WW: ebb, negotiate, random:) Been away for quite awhile.

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Writer's Block © Adam LyonIdeas in decayThe mind riots against wallsTo free graceful wordsDecaying esteemBegs for graceful flow of thoughtsRioting in write~© Bobbie Sandlin~Yep...you guessed it LOL. I'm having issues. Feeling stupid anytime I write anything down.Inspired by 3WW: Decay, Graceful, Riot

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If Moon Came to Dinner © Leah@Creative_Every_DayThe sky painted black with splashes of novasLike the splashes of wine from our glassesWith the twinkle of stars, God's sprinkles of saltFlavors dreams that are dreamt by the massesWe open our minds, imagination shall danceHand in hand, we keep time with every stepTo the chorus of heartbeats and our minds in syncCelestial ballroom, moon lit - the

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Surely as the fireflies dance amongst moonbeamson a sultry summer evening, I am captured in youremerald eyes. Paradox windows beckon me, asyour pain hints and sparkles. Your voice...a swords' edge, so sharp. You test me with riddlesand innuendo, cutting me in discipline...I tip-toe in sweet nothing's verses, shallow...so meaningless, and you smile. I dare not jinxthis moment by speaking my

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Play dementedMelodiesOn ivory keysOut of tuneSharp and flatEmpty notesNo resemblanceOf the musicIt once wasTragedyHammered againstDiseased stringsBeautiful ebonyPolishedGrand statureTorturesPoor soulsDaring to listen~© Bobbie Sandlin~Inspired by Heads or Tails: Note

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Now it's imperative to change for the better, believe in yourself. Energy spent trying to change enemies - just live by example. What a new peace we could find if we just love and lift each other up.~© Bobbie Sandlin~For Sunday Scribblings: New.Playing with American Sentences, with a dash of Acrostic.

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A world of salty liquid incubating life's diversity.Many species, some yet to be discovered, swim and dance in her depths.The bloodstream and life force is flowing currents of temperature extremes.Her heartbeat is captured in the symphony of whale and dolphin songs.Their sweet melodies vibrate and bounce across her rocky cavities.*She's cold and crushing at her deepest, yet her mystery comes

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I think I know youComplexities aboundRiddles and magicAn enigma, throughoutThe world hated youBelittled your spiritYet you stood back upSo bold, and so fearlessI feel all your traumaYou've endured much strifeI gave you much comfortIn the darkest of nightsIn patience, I waitedWhen you closed the doorTo pains of the pastThat which hurt to the coreAnd now here we danceYou're wild and you dreamIn

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Glistening star dustJewels on the pitch black velvetOf infinite space*Creation's childrenAccentuate the heavensCelestial glamour~© Bobbie Sandlin~Inspired by this week's 3WW: accentuate, glamour, pitch

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Butterflies and Eskimo'sHave a claim on this actWhether quickie or FrenchMust practice for tactPucker up or open upDepends on the typeAnd much like fine WineIt's wet or it's dryBy my favorite is stickyIn whatever flavorMy son takes his suckerWraps it up just for laterHe puckers and waitsEyes closed rather tightI cringe and debateWhich side, left or rightI press my cheek softlyMy face close to

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Strike! Spark!Ambition's ignitionCrackling thoughtsCreating your visionClarity so clearYour dreams, technicolorExpressions burst forthYour voice, like no otherThe Divine ElectricianJiggles wires with fireCharged minds come aliveFree thoughts and desiresArtistically paintedPoetically pennedMusical melodiesCreation never endsNature's LighteningRejuvenates the skyRealigns moleculesBrilliant flashing

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Life is notConsumed with it's endingSome sayThe end is not 'The End'Just aNew beginning in SpiritDestinationUnknown but excitingYour storyDid you soar or just fly?Your lessonsHow did you walk in Valleys?Your spiritWas it strengthened or weakened?Your mindDid you mature in wisdom?In changeThrough your seasons and strifeIn choicesTough, with forks in your pathIn LoveWith kindness and

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World distorted in wonderWhole new universeOf form and colorsIn icy veins and feathersIllusions and dreamsLife force expandingWith temperature lossMagical and crackingGod's fractal artworkFrozen, yet dynamicIce on my WindowMy hot breathCreationSo vulnerableMelted, destroyedWater on my SillClean WindowWorld ClarifiedBlessed with Creation'sCircle~© Bobbie Sandlin~Playing. I found a picture of ice

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My heart pounds in wantingBody pulses with the beatLove drunk in deliriumYou are not just a dreamMy mouth so tongue tiedBeads of sweat on my skinI lust just to tangleWith you in naked sinHere I am capturedIn your eyes, so blueFull of promise and mysteryI'm forever part of youI fantasize our futureI do's and rocking chairsI can't breathe, I feel faintIn this electrically charged airWith that

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A little bit of meA little bit of youJumbled up togetherTo create our little broodOur three little miceRunning all aroundIn very loud contentmentHeaven can be foundThree toothless smilesLaughter here and thereAll their corny anticsWith lots of love to shareAs they sprout like bean polesAnd become such know it allsDiscipline and loving hugsWill keep them safe and strongAnd soon the day will

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Love is the Sunshine blessing a flowerwith sweet, gentle rays at dawn"Wake Up!" nature nudgesHer petals open up, a gentle yawnLove is the Rain bathing a flowerraindrops patting on her in tune"Drink Up!" nature nudgesHer petals enriched, full of bloomLove is the Bumblebee visiting a flowercoaxing sweet nectar to pollinate"Let's Share!" nature nudgesShe helps fellow flowers propagateLove is the

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The darkness piercedby refrigerator lightIn my kitchen I stood thereas it blissfully beckoned'Come on! Just one bite!'The sweet piece of cheesecakeTaunting meI resist, and slam the doorMake my way tomy closet of if only'sCussing as I stubbed my toeActing the fool on one footin nighttime and blue languagewith a hole in my underwearIn my pain 'Just one slice'My inner voice weakens my resolve"No!" I

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Sorting through buttonsRainbow colors in glass jarsPour them out on platesHelping my Motherfind just the right one for myblouse she's been makingTo me, such a treatLike searching for lost relicsEach like precious stonesSome have two or fourholes..some have no holes at allMom wants shanks, no holesSome furry, but mostsolid and designed in shapesMy eyes in delightI want fur..I frownas Mom frowns,

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Her mystical illusion comes aliveIn midnight's magnificent splendorSo simple and yet so DivineHer silhouette hints utter surrenderShe's an audience to stars and galaxiesTheir concert of twinkles and glowPlanetary orbits choreographyGod's celestial, magical showHardened warrior, gentle nymphHer character is strength and so rawShe cradle's God's tears, sways with the windsEndures change in her

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The scent of history,trapped between aged pages of booksand layers of time ravaged paper scrollsFingertips marvel at the fraysand battle scars of words guardiansRough cloth and leather boundMusty, antique aroma and dust fills the nostrilsas pages are flipped through, some eagerto turn, others reluctant to unveilTyped words in straight marginsinviting the eyes into their storyWorn, creased corners

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Infinitely beingDreamingThe pain doesn't let me goTime has ceasedTo BeI don't recognize anythingDarkened hues reflectingMy BluesThe world seems so rainbow lessSurrounded by sacred stones, in vainMy PainCan't move forward, collapsingInscribed within my mindOur TimeWhen we lived, bathed in sunshine's huesI touch your name on your chiseled stoneSo AloneYet, I feel your presenceOur time has come,

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My body isn't muchThere's a lot, but it's not much to look atI got some issuesSo get your tissuesThis takes timeMy Brother would be squishedCarrying meI'm horribly self conscious aboutmy two front teeth35's apparently a new pubertyMy face is...interestingMade all my listsOf what I have to doResolutions, revolutionsI'm dizzy and screwedBut the plus side, I'm freeMy body's breaking downMy spirit's

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BlindedConstant fumblingIn vain, I grasped at LightBondageInner ball and chainsAgainst, I fought with mightTemptedAbuse my TempleMy body which cradles SoulTriumphChallenge my faith and willShed darkness, pain and coldWisdomTruth maturely learnedA quickening in my SpiritForgivenCleansed, my cares no moreMy soul grows bold and fearlessLoveHeart open, embracing allI'm connected with humanityPeaceI

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Your mind cradles thoughts.Snares creative, flowing words.Perfect! Now write them.----------Cradled by your heartPerfect Love, expanding quickSnared in deception-----------Adding this one..Cradled by your heartPerfect Love, expanding quickSnared in deep rapture~© Bobbie Sandlin~This is my first 3 Word Wednesday, so I thought I'd keep it short and do a couple of haiku's. I

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Inwardly the criticOpinionated through and throughMy inner voice conflictedBut what's a girl to do?They say you're fine conversingIf yourself, you do not answerWell give this girl the bestest meds'Cause me, myself do banterLeft brain, right brain disagreeThe logic and abstract clashPeople stare, start whisperingAs I verbally kick my assMy inner voice will try and soothe"Just breathe and let it

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The world screams of hateMy soul whispers LoveThey try to steal your spiritMy soul connects with OneThe world beats and whips youMy soul stands back UpThey kick and hit and pull you downMy soul survives uncutThe world twists and liesMy soul relies on TruthThey mock, berate, say hateful wordsMy soul remains unbruisedThe world holds a grudgeMy soul seeks to ForgiveThey harbor pain, repeat

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Be quiet and you hear it, you'll hear the soundOf all the Peace that has yet to be foundBetween your pounding heartbeats, love is unwoundFeelings pour forth, no turning back nowMind consumed with spirit, enlightenment boundSoul vibrates eternally sound surroundThe world can start changing, it all starts with youLet go of hate, set your heart in truthBe the loving spirit for those saddened and

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Olden hands, open bookFlip from page to pageFamiliar smile, misty eyesLong for bygone daysPictures old and tatteredStagnant browns and graysFaded color, rips and tearsOh marvel at the pageStanding in their primeVibrant in their youthStand alone, or familySuch a motley groupDresses overflowingBlouses to their necksPrim and proper, beautifulThese women at their bestDonning handsome Sunday garbMen

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Ink to paper, flowing swiftWords come into viewDelicate, or scribblingOld words are made anewPut in patterns, some uniqueFlows out a masterpieceOf lost and found, joy or painExpressing bits of meEveryone should grab a penThe stress this so relievesExpress the pain and happinessAnd thoughts alive and freeIt doesn't matter, messy or neatPaper crisp, or crinkled and rippedLet out this voice within

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To love oneself enough to giveIf only but a smileTo feed the hungry, touch the sickAnd walk that extra mileTo have the strength to stand upFor principles truth and loveTo never buckle under stormsTo thrive when times are toughTo instigate peaceful thingsJoin strangers hand in handCarnage, war, hunger, strifeHard times have hit these landsTo wipe tears from our childrens eyesAmidst our worldly

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Be the peace we've yet to seeBe the shining lightRadiate from deep withinReflect in everyone’s eyesLet them not remember youFor your sense of styleLet them fondly think of youYour generous, and giving smileGive to all, warm hellosBe quick to offer helpThey’ll think of you, rememberingAnd feel better about their selfLend an ear to the weakMinister to their soulsComfort those that shed their

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Silhouette in shadowsSupple glowing skinHer long hair pours down her backAs she dances in sinIn nothing but her birthday suitShe gyrates in timeTo the flowing inner melodyThe chaos in her mindThe sweet ballet of freedomSo sacred in the nightFor God's eyes onlyShe moves with all her mightThe world cannot hold herIt's drama she escapesIn sweet harmonic interludeHer spirit makes it's wayAlive and

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The fabric of loveIt ebbs and flowsTurning as loversDancing in throesOf sensual loveMaking a beatCompletely as oneForever to keepTangled in loveVoluptuous curvesVelvet and satinDesires unheardIn infinite loveNever to partPulsating sacredThis delicate heart~~© Bobbie Sandlin~~This was off a picture prompt challenge using my image in a writing group I'm in.

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Lost my spiritLost my mindIn violent furyIt made me blindBlind to changeBlind to willFor lack of doingHas made me illIll in bodyIll in soulThe journey before meMy only hopeHope for sanityHope in allTo never dieTo never fallFall from graceFall in spiteOf all around meOf all this LightLight that isLight is lifeIn all the furyI fight the nightNight solitaireNight so darkMy spirit it fightsAwaits the

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Have you ever been passed by a vehiclegoing at least 20 miles over the limit?Not ten minutes later you see himstopped at a red light, and he’s livid!What is the hurry, such a rush?Life throws you red lights so you’ll find,of all you miss with your lead footyour priorities are so misaligned.You missed the little girl splashing in a puddleand a little boy giggling with glee.An old lady smiling,

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Cars arriving up to parkIt’s a hot and humid dayParking close or around the blockThe family makes their wayThey prepare a banquet for all to feastPut lawn chairs out to sit"Hello, How are you?" Fills the airHugs and smiles, their faces litAunts and Uncles, Grandparents tooAnd Parents with newborn babesThe teenagers sulk and roll their eyesAs young ones run to playSome of the family, so very

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Many people far and wide,share this rock called Earth.We all have each a sacred path,and each is of great worth.As many paths as there are souls,it's our quest to be more Loving.Some see clearly sacred sightand some, so sad see nothing.Some judge others based on looks,and differences in skin.Close minded, they live in hate,so blind to beauty within.To judge a person on outward impressionis so far

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Shimmering stars in the skyBreathlessly I gazeTwirling brightly, sparklingI'm lost in my amazeI reach but cannot touchMiles so afarBrilliant and so vibrantI wish upon my starI wish for my innocenceI want my younger yearsFor sharp, cunning swiftnessA feeling I hold dearMy life all a tumbleMy heart such a wreckI wish for my sanityMy mind safely keptMy star grows brighterGrows wondrous with

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Twinkling eyes, wrinkled handsReach for her precious giftTo touch a newborn sleeping babeGives her old heart such a liftMarvel at the decades between themTo witness it, leaves you in aweA woman living the night of her yearsA babe just a week into dawnHer trembling hand caresses the feetOf the babe all but dead to the worldAnd now on her lap, the baby is placedHer tender heart beams and unfurlsA

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Sitting on the porch swingSwinging the day awayEnjoying all the view and noiseNo way I’d rather playMy Granny right beside meIt’s such a noble treatI mimic all her motionsEven placement of her feetMy itty bitty child selfJust beams and feels so bigWe talk of things, 'bout life and suchAnd lift our drinks and swigTaking in the summer sceneSwatting at the fliesEnjoy each others companyWatch the

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Climbing up this mountainNever thinking it’s in vainSometimes rocks would tumble downAnd they’d get in my wayPiece by piece and faithfullyI’d cast them all asideSometimes optimisticallyOther times I criedThorns and barbs would stab my feetUpon my sacred pathI stop and rest and fix my feetMy lessons come to passWith growing inner knowledgeI climb the mountainsideWindy days and pouring rainMy eager

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Glorious fields before meSwaying in gentle breezeFields that span for milesTo infinity it seemsBehind me, beautiful mountainsGorgeous, tall and rawGentle mist surrounds their peaksLeaving me in aweTrees sparkling with morning dewShimmering, spectacle sightStanding tall towards heavenMassive in their mightA prophet stands before meI’m humbled by the sightFor I know this is a lessonAnd I know the

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Freely flow, break all the chainsDon't look back, not a thing to gainShed rusted shackles of the painThe Light brand new, only Love remainsMy Sight restored, nothing's the sameWe are connected, banish war and shameNo greed, no hunger, no more evil claimsOnly children laughing, playing innocent gamesHand in hand, the dawn of Love's Reign©Bobbie SandlinPlaying with a different style with the same

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The missionGive into loveLook upYes, straight from aboveJoined together, souls humVibrations in tuneOur life forceExpands in loveQuit waitingSpread the songSing outSing it proud and longRejoice in voiceVibrate the landsStand togetherWe'll carry onLet's AwakenFrom archaic dreamsWe'll stretchAnd break old seamsNo walls or warsBanish greed and tearsHand in handAll humanityPerceptionsIn the grip of

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©Bobbie SandlinMy world off kilter, off keyMy world so out of tuneA still and deafening silenceBy the light of the midnight moonThe artist suddenly left usHis legacy in songMy piece of heart is missingSurreal and yet so wrongHe was but the Master's brushHis dance so smooth and flowingHis canvas was the stage and heartsInnovation, all his knowingHe sang out just to Thrill usTo unite the common

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