~ My Choosing

Surely as the fireflies dance amongst moonbeams
on a sultry summer evening, I am captured in your
emerald eyes. Paradox windows beckon me, as
your pain hints and sparkles. Your voice...
a swords' edge, so sharp. You test me with riddles
and innuendo, cutting me in discipline...

I tip-toe in sweet nothing's verses, shallow...
so meaningless, and you smile. I dare not jinx
this moment by speaking my love. My heart
inside out I as ache to admit my truth to you,
offer you the infinity within. Our dance, your
verbal leprosy. I give you what you demand,
I break. You toy at my heart, discounting
it's worth. You play the chords. My soul
strings vibrating in twisted, agonizing melodies
until snapped. Curly debris, qualifies as
a tangled lesson...

Surely as the sparrows sing amongst the morning
rays of the sun at dawn, I choose...
walking away from you.

© Bobbie Sandlin

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Inspired by 3WW: Capture, Jinx, Qualify

~ Sticky Kiss ~

Butterflies and Eskimo's
Have a claim on this act
Whether quickie or French
Must practice for tact

Pucker up or open up
Depends on the type
And much like fine Wine
It's wet or it's dry

By my favorite is sticky
In whatever flavor
My son takes his sucker
Wraps it up just for later

He puckers and waits
Eyes closed rather tight
I cringe and debate
Which side, left or right

I press my cheek softly
My face close to his
I feel a sticky smooch
I thank God he didn't miss

The look in his eyes
Future scrubbing so worth it
I hear an "I love you"
My bad day is made perfect

And with his sweet smile
His eyes dancing in bliss
I tell him "I love you"
All sealed with a kiss
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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For Theme Thursday: Kiss
We're supposed to keep in clean...I failed miserably lol.

~ Dance ~

My heart pounds in wanting
Body pulses with the beat
Love drunk in delirium
You are not just a dream

My mouth so tongue tied
Beads of sweat on my skin
I lust just to tangle
With you in naked sin

Here I am captured
In your eyes, so blue
Full of promise and mystery
I'm forever part of you

I fantasize our future
I do's and rocking chairs
I can't breathe, I feel faint
In this electrically charged air

With that devastating smile
Your window, your chance
You ask, "Hey, where's your friend?
I want to ask her to dance!"

Love turns to hate
I glare daggers and fire
I reply "She's just out fulfilling
your best friend's desires."

You then flip me off
Walk away in disgust
My mind is not finished
With this thing I called "us"

My mind then visualizes
"Us" on a fifth floor
We argue and fight
We cuss and slam doors

I then scream and shove
Out the window you fly
Broken glass, sweet effects
Better than any stunt guy

But before you smack pavement
I'm jolted back with his hand
And your friend's gorgeous smile
Asking me for a dance
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
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Yes, I'm goofy today lol.
For One Single Impression: Window

~ Our Little Brood ~

A little bit of me
A little bit of you
Jumbled up together
To create our little brood

Our three little mice
Running all around
In very loud contentment
Heaven can be found

Three toothless smiles
Laughter here and there
All their corny antics
With lots of love to share

As they sprout like bean poles
And become such know it alls
Discipline and loving hugs
Will keep them safe and strong

And soon the day will come
They'll decide to move away
And me and you will dance for joy
Create our holiday

But alas….

A little bit of her
A little bit of him
Jumbled up together
To create our little gems

Smiley and wonderful
Such a beautiful sight
But when the little gems go home
We sleep so sound all night

Close our doors and windows
Enjoy the peace and quiet
We'll sit and rock remembering
How life was such a riot
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
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I've been looking through my blogs and forgot my other poetry blog when I was trying to save work from my disk (it went bad lol). This is an oldie, but I remember smiling at the way this came out.

~ Nature's Nudgings ~

Love is the Sunshine blessing a flower

with sweet, gentle rays at dawn
"Wake Up!" nature nudges
Her petals open up, a gentle yawn

Love is the Rain bathing a flower
raindrops patting on her in tune
"Drink Up!" nature nudges
Her petals enriched, full of bloom

Love is the Bumblebee visiting a flower
coaxing sweet nectar to pollinate
"Let's Share!" nature nudges
She helps fellow flowers propagate

Love is the Wind testing a flower
Bending her all directions, to and fro
"Let's Stretch!" nature nudges
Her stem strengthens up as she grows

Love is the Moon blessing a flower
after dark with soft, gentle moonbeams
"Let's Sleep!" nature nudges
She closes up her petals tight to dream
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
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Carry On Tuesday: #11 This one looks simple, but that's just the way it came out, and the more I stare at it and read it, the more it grows on me lol.

~ Mother's Buttons ~

Sorting through buttons
Rainbow colors in glass jars
Pour them out on plates

Helping my Mother
find just the right one for my
blouse she's been making

To me, such a treat
Like searching for lost relics
Each like precious stones

Some have two or four
holes..some have no holes at all
Mom wants shanks, no holes

Some furry, but most
solid and designed in shapes
My eyes in delight

I want fur..I frown
as Mom frowns, shakes her head no
"Too big, it's for coats"

I still frown, and pout
Mom perks an eyebrow and points
"Like in this pile"

"But those are so small!"
Mom shoots me that look..defeat
I glare at pile

With a goal I go
Exploring for tiny gems
The furry mock me

And then a sweet find
Curvy, glistening ruby
smooth and plump button

Cradled in my hand
"Look!" thou which denied me fur
Thunk it, just said "Mom"

Her beautiful eyes
Twinkled in her approval
She grins, "That's perfect!"

My heart leaps, happy
Not for finding the button
For joy, in our search
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
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Writing Exercise: Theme Thursday: Buttons

Picture: Button Jars! gemgirlart

~ Brothers ~

Infinitely being
Dreaming
The pain doesn't let me go
Time has ceased
To Be
I don't recognize anything

Darkened hues reflecting
My Blues
The world seems so rainbow less
Surrounded by sacred stones, in vain
My Pain
Can't move forward, collapsing

Inscribed within my mind
Our Time
When we lived, bathed in sunshine's hues
I touch your name on your chiseled stone
So Alone
Yet, I feel your presence

Our time has come, it's the end
Best Friend
But, you'll be forever living I know
Brother, one day beyond dreams
Eternally
We'll be together again
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
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For Writing Exercise: RW theme: Spooky, is one of those surprises. I was looking at the picture, and was just focused on their blurred faces. I didn't get "spooky" out of this, especially with the tones of the photo. I let out the first stanza, and the poem wrote itself from there.

Photo: Cemetery in Malvern by Doug Shaver

~ Family History ~

Olden hands, open book

Flip from page to page
Familiar smile, misty eyes
Long for bygone days

Pictures old and tattered
Stagnant browns and grays
Faded color, rips and tears
Oh marvel at the page

Standing in their prime
Vibrant in their youth
Stand alone, or family
Such a motley group

Dresses overflowing
Blouses to their necks
Prim and proper, beautiful
These women at their best

Donning handsome Sunday garb
Men strike their manly pose
Their faces full of history
These pictures surely show

Babies in their christening gowns
Children dolled up and proper
Lived and gone some children are
Can't help but sit and ponder

Window to the past
These pictures truly prove
Love and treasure history
Instill it in our youth

Another page, another group
Of family dead and gone
To wonder at their ways and whys
Their memories live on

Flip a page, crack a smile
Another memory
Grandma, Grandpa, Parent and Child
Our family history
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~
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~ Faith - verb ~

To love oneself enough to give

If only but a smile
To feed the hungry, touch the sick
And walk that extra mile

To have the strength to stand up
For principles truth and love
To never buckle under storms
To thrive when times are tough

To instigate peaceful things
Join strangers hand in hand
Carnage, war, hunger, strife
Hard times have hit these lands

To wipe tears from our childrens eyes
Amidst our worldly lessons
To raise them right, the glass half full
Their future brightly beckons

To sense and trust, there’s good in all
To cry and learn from bad
Open up our hearts and minds
Unique, we all have paths

To see the dark, yet bathe in Light
In truth I’ve surely learned
This word may be a noun to some
But faith is an “action” word
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~
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When I first started writing, my Mother gave me this idea..she wanted me to write a poem that expresses the "action" that faith entails. Hope you enjoy.

~ Delicate Love ~

The fabric of love
It ebbs and flows
Turning as lovers
Dancing in throes

Of sensual love
Making a beat
Completely as one
Forever to keep

Tangled in love
Voluptuous curves
Velvet and satin
Desires unheard

In infinite love
Never to part
Pulsating sacred
This delicate heart
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~
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This was off a picture prompt challenge using my image in a writing group I'm in.

~ Family Reunion ~

Cars arriving up to park

It’s a hot and humid day
Parking close or around the block
The family makes their way

They prepare a banquet for all to feast
Put lawn chairs out to sit
"Hello, How are you?" Fills the air
Hugs and smiles, their faces lit

Aunts and Uncles, Grandparents too
And Parents with newborn babes
The teenagers sulk and roll their eyes
As young ones run to play

Some of the family, so very close
They act like the best of friends
Others are distant to only a few
Disagreement and spats yet to end

The older folk laugh and talk
Spread gossip and speak of the past
Way back then, the way it was
Can’t believe how time flew so fast

Parents show off their beautiful brood
Brag about what their children have done
The toddler now finally potty trained
The kids and their antics and fun

Favorite recipes on the table
Mac and Cheese, fried chicken, and beans
There’s even a pie, cool whip on the side
And a jug of sweetened sun tea

They gather together, dipping out food
Arranging heaps upon paper plates
They settle to eat, they bow their heads
As Grandpa, so thankful, says Grace

“Thank you Father for this day
My family from far and near
Have come together for this feast
Only happens ‘bout once a year

Bless the newborn precious babes
You’ve blessed this family with
And bless and keep the few that passed
Our loved ones, we greatly miss

Touch and heal the few that are sick
The ones who can’t be here today
The Uncle’s bad back and the Sister’s flu
Heal and bless them, Dear Lord, we all pray

Bless this food upon our plates
We’re so thankful for this feast
And bless the ones who fixed our food
Oh, and Lord, Please bless our drink!”

Laughter erupts, then a loud “Amen”
A reunion filled with joy and fun
They begin to eat and fellowship
Making memories of warmth and love
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~

I forgot all about this one lol. This was on my disk of old poems, the disk is corrupted, but somehow this one survived. I had to tweak it a bit, some of it was unfinished. I hope you enjoy :)

~ Sugar Baby ~

Twinkling eyes, wrinkled hands

Reach for her precious gift
To touch a newborn sleeping babe
Gives her old heart such a lift

Marvel at the decades between them
To witness it, leaves you in awe
A woman living the night of her years
A babe just a week into dawn

Her trembling hand caresses the feet
Of the babe all but dead to the world
And now on her lap, the baby is placed
Her tender heart beams and unfurls

A tiny thing, and look at her skin
Eyes closed, the babe stretches and squeaks
A chuckle erupts and the woman smiles
She could hold this sweet baby for weeks

The woman then asks, “How much does she weigh?”
Her face just crinkles in laughter
A mere 5 pounds and 1 ounce, so tiny like a mouse
“Why she’s nothing but a bag of sugar!”

~© Bobbie Sandlin~



Another oldie but goodie lol. Sugar Baby is about my oldest daughter. She was SO tiny when she was born. My Grandmother, who was officially a Great-Grandmother with my daughter being born, was working at the nursing home and wanted me to bring the baby by. So I did, and I smile at remembering chasing her around as she took my daughter to various wings and departments, showing her off to the nurses and co-workers, and to the patients. There was one elderly woman who I still remember plain as day. It was such a surreal moment. She wanted to hold the baby, and my Granny carefully placed her on this woman's lap. I can remember how hard I had to work, not to cry. The generations that spanned between them, and this woman marveling at my daughter nearly brought me to tears. But we always joke with my daughter. She's so tall now, and to think she was a bag of sugar lol.

~ The Porch Swing ~

Sitting on the porch swing

Swinging the day away
Enjoying all the view and noise
No way I’d rather play

My Granny right beside me
It’s such a noble treat
I mimic all her motions
Even placement of her feet

My itty bitty child self
Just beams and feels so big
We talk of things, 'bout life and such
And lift our drinks and swig

Taking in the summer scene
Swatting at the flies
Enjoy each others company
Watch the cars go by

Smelling all the summer scents
Drifting in the air
Bar B Q’s and fresh cut grass
The hairspray in her hair

And sometimes a mosquito
Would get the best of us
We held our ground, but scratch like mad
Occasionally she’d cuss

My favorite time upon the swing
Was after rain that poured
Would fill the air with rain kissed scent
A moment I adored

But wait, Oh no, It’s time to go
I’ll make my running start
Hop off the swing, run through the house
To Granny’s candy jar

~© Bobbie Sandlin~



I wrote this one several years ago. It was a fun one, reflecting one of my favorite memories of childhood. Visiting my Granny, and I loved her swing. When I was a little kid, it was always such a thrill at feeling "big" when I got to swing with her. The candy jar reference - every time it was time to go, that was my treat. I didn't get a lot of candy at home, and Granny kept her candy jar full of a variety of hard candies. My favorite was the Brock's Peppermint. I'd grab hand fulls and shove them in my pockets lol.

~ Sacred Trek ~

Climbing up this mountain

Never thinking it’s in vain
Sometimes rocks would tumble down
And they’d get in my way

Piece by piece and faithfully
I’d cast them all aside
Sometimes optimistically
Other times I cried

Thorns and barbs would stab my feet
Upon my sacred path
I stop and rest and fix my feet
My lessons come to pass

With growing inner knowledge
I climb the mountainside
Windy days and pouring rain
My eager soul would thrive

Finally my final step
I’ve made it through my journey
The beauty takes my breath away
I raise my arms, so weary

Stinging eyes, filled with tears
Ablaze, look to above
Twirl, dazzle, spinning bright
The light fills me with love

Angels stand before me
Loved ones from my past
Angels ageless, beautiful
Speak life of ever last

God so breathes, eternal breeze
Inhaled from earthly bounds
I spread my wings, so tranquilly
In heaven I’ll be found

©Bobbie Sandlin



This one is my favorite. The first stanza was rattling in my brain, driving my crazy. This one was so easy to write. I sat down and just let it flow. I hope you enjoy it.

~ Love's Reign ~

Freely flow, break all the chains
Don't look back, not a thing to gain
Shed rusted shackles of the pain
The Light brand new, only Love remains
My Sight restored, nothing's the same
We are connected, banish war and shame
No greed, no hunger, no more evil claims
Only children laughing, playing innocent games
Hand in hand, the dawn of Love's Reign

©Bobbie Sandlin



Playing with a different style with the same rhyme. Very easy flow.