.:: Romance: Poems by Charlene M. Flora ::.
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returning where I was born
and, along the way, were random flashes
of a short interlude where a fireplace
and candles adorned a 14th century room
And in this room, my heart went to hide
so that a replica could handle the tears that followed
into my days and nights, lingering unconsciously
in my written words, my actions, and my thoughts
The flooding of those salty streams
obscured my vision as though I were the windshield
and my wipers failed to work until my finger tips
gently changed the course for me to see
All other matters ceased during that drive...
those I knew in my present, my ventures in dormacy
and my heart still wearing the replica
to hold me up through the many storms I had encountered
Remembrances of other minute interludes
revealed their messages
In my dreams I chose to close doors
and locked them for the others not to enter
my private domain at my heart's request
Very briefly, a breeze
lightly touch my right cheek
and my lips were kissed by a silent angel
who asked for the replica to be removed
so his love could enter and bloom
My trip took me to a historical site
where the Adenas once lived
There, a serpent mound
straddled along the grassway
with interpretations of it's meaning
different from those written in the pamphlet
My return home greeted me with a sudden revelation...
I have entered the journey to be with my beloved
where passion sings the phrases
of a love that caresses the emotions,
and the kiss from the silent angel
has opened my heart's door.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
and care what you are thinking
I am learning your persona
and frankly, I love you
It took me awhile
to even convince myself
that you are a blessing
for me as I continue to grow
We have made advances
in the exchange of words
and in those words
I found new light and letting go
I truly accept your love
the way you offer yourself
and with respect and trust
held closely within me
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
where all things come to a beginning
and an end at the same time.
The intensity is great with
coolness and burning mixed together
in a swirling motion
much like that of a tornado
Deep within this region, one finds
the attraction to entice
this circular motion
to make the eruption occur
sooner than had been anticpated,
and one must be willing to sacrifice
the face value of emotions
I find myself feeling this
each time I enter another phase
of myself with wisdom as my guide
and so, I must trust who I am
when I devulge into this
inflamed-subtle region
where my emotions surface
to becoming a more quieter person
Shallow thinkers who skip
the surface of waters
will one day be pulled into
those underlying currents to face
themselves, and when this happens
they will need a friend
to love them as they regain
their inner strength and courage
And in the end of the beginning,
all will rise like champions
exhalting with surety
'Job well done'...
now enjoy the golden lamp
that help create the scenario
to a fuller understanding of yourself.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
it conveys the morning, noon
and evening all at once
The streaks of the kaleidoscopic vapor
moistens me, taking me deeper
into it's oceanic swirl
I am in contemplation...
What memories are born when a man
and a woman come together in mid-term?
The children are grown or somewhere else,
the high school flitters have vanished,
old stories are left behind
and there is this exhilaration
splurging into wanted foaminess...
Do they dig up old Indian ruins
excavating those thoughts long gone
to form an awakened expression into a painting
or a composition, then the sharing
of how they felt....?
Does lovemaking become fuller
because all of those petty dreams
are no longer needed
because being loved deeply
is really being understood deeply,
having the patience for the other's
short comings, learning to cope,
and celebrating when the other has a euphoric moment...?
Someone asked me what is the meaning of life...
It is a personal interpretation
of a personal voyage of loving yourself
and bringing others into the picture
and loving them...
So, I am in contemplation...
I am ignited by a kaleidoscopic vapor
who I want to paint the horizon of his essence
as notation for my keyboard to translate.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
and touches his spirit
to soar and trust
My solarplex stirs
because it has been awakened
and my heart accepts
the unknowing of the outcome
However, as I travel
esoterically, my lamp
brightens by this sun
that seems to have need to make
himself known to me
Loving...
so many ways, it is always there
no need to beg, simply reach,
touch, enjoy
for pleasures come and go
like the winds from the Gulf
and if you are not watching
the kiss will pass you by
And underneath all surfaces
and masks that we make
loving is still magnificent
when duality takes the place
For it is loving of self
while loving another
we create the reasons for living
with each breath we intake
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
you're there for me to divest you
and roll you into
my stratosphere where
my temperature regulates my thoughts
Oh, my northern region
haunts me tonight
as I want to cuddle in your altocumulus
and circulate around and in you
From your moist hemisphere,
I feel your warm Gulf winds
gently coaxing me to raise my barometer
while you expose your southern skies
There is pressure building up
casting hot climatic precipitation,
and as I watch the radar
scope your velocity,
my weather vein throbs
to bury itself as deep as you can take me
until my atmospheric pressure
erupts my jet stream into your river bed
So, here I am absorbing
your intense heat wave and
wondering if my lightning rod
can surge enough voltage
to ground you
and accumulate again and again.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
with the rythym of the aire
how you let your voice be known
through soft whispered melodies
Tender Reed how you share
your current within freely
and circulate another path
for answers to reveal their questions
Tender Reed how you touch
in subtle movements as though
performance is not your only act
when you make your point of view
Tender Reed how you give
with surety and complementory
as you allow other wind instruments
to join you with your vibrato
Tender Reed, here is my breath
my melody, my movement,
my performance, my instrument
my point of view, my vibrato
to complement your path.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
A Journey
Twelve hundred miles I drovereturning where I was born
and, along the way, were random flashes
of a short interlude where a fireplace
and candles adorned a 14th century room
And in this room, my heart went to hide
so that a replica could handle the tears that followed
into my days and nights, lingering unconsciously
in my written words, my actions, and my thoughts
The flooding of those salty streams
obscured my vision as though I were the windshield
and my wipers failed to work until my finger tips
gently changed the course for me to see
All other matters ceased during that drive...
those I knew in my present, my ventures in dormacy
and my heart still wearing the replica
to hold me up through the many storms I had encountered
Remembrances of other minute interludes
revealed their messages
In my dreams I chose to close doors
and locked them for the others not to enter
my private domain at my heart's request
Very briefly, a breeze
lightly touch my right cheek
and my lips were kissed by a silent angel
who asked for the replica to be removed
so his love could enter and bloom
My trip took me to a historical site
where the Adenas once lived
There, a serpent mound
straddled along the grassway
with interpretations of it's meaning
different from those written in the pamphlet
My return home greeted me with a sudden revelation...
I have entered the journey to be with my beloved
where passion sings the phrases
of a love that caresses the emotions,
and the kiss from the silent angel
has opened my heart's door.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
Acceptance
In my heart, I know youand care what you are thinking
I am learning your persona
and frankly, I love you
It took me awhile
to even convince myself
that you are a blessing
for me as I continue to grow
We have made advances
in the exchange of words
and in those words
I found new light and letting go
I truly accept your love
the way you offer yourself
and with respect and trust
held closely within me
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
Alpha Omega
There is a level where all things come to a beginning
and an end at the same time.
The intensity is great with
coolness and burning mixed together
in a swirling motion
much like that of a tornado
Deep within this region, one finds
the attraction to entice
this circular motion
to make the eruption occur
sooner than had been anticpated,
and one must be willing to sacrifice
the face value of emotions
I find myself feeling this
each time I enter another phase
of myself with wisdom as my guide
and so, I must trust who I am
when I devulge into this
inflamed-subtle region
where my emotions surface
to becoming a more quieter person
Shallow thinkers who skip
the surface of waters
will one day be pulled into
those underlying currents to face
themselves, and when this happens
they will need a friend
to love them as they regain
their inner strength and courage
And in the end of the beginning,
all will rise like champions
exhalting with surety
'Job well done'...
now enjoy the golden lamp
that help create the scenario
to a fuller understanding of yourself.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
Creation of Memories
A new horizon is before meit conveys the morning, noon
and evening all at once
The streaks of the kaleidoscopic vapor
moistens me, taking me deeper
into it's oceanic swirl
I am in contemplation...
What memories are born when a man
and a woman come together in mid-term?
The children are grown or somewhere else,
the high school flitters have vanished,
old stories are left behind
and there is this exhilaration
splurging into wanted foaminess...
Do they dig up old Indian ruins
excavating those thoughts long gone
to form an awakened expression into a painting
or a composition, then the sharing
of how they felt....?
Does lovemaking become fuller
because all of those petty dreams
are no longer needed
because being loved deeply
is really being understood deeply,
having the patience for the other's
short comings, learning to cope,
and celebrating when the other has a euphoric moment...?
Someone asked me what is the meaning of life...
It is a personal interpretation
of a personal voyage of loving yourself
and bringing others into the picture
and loving them...
So, I am in contemplation...
I am ignited by a kaleidoscopic vapor
who I want to paint the horizon of his essence
as notation for my keyboard to translate.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
Duality of Loving
My spirit knowsand touches his spirit
to soar and trust
My solarplex stirs
because it has been awakened
and my heart accepts
the unknowing of the outcome
However, as I travel
esoterically, my lamp
brightens by this sun
that seems to have need to make
himself known to me
Loving...
so many ways, it is always there
no need to beg, simply reach,
touch, enjoy
for pleasures come and go
like the winds from the Gulf
and if you are not watching
the kiss will pass you by
And underneath all surfaces
and masks that we make
loving is still magnificent
when duality takes the place
For it is loving of self
while loving another
we create the reasons for living
with each breath we intake
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
Forecast for Accumulation
Somewhere in the heart of Texasyou're there for me to divest you
and roll you into
my stratosphere where
my temperature regulates my thoughts
Oh, my northern region
haunts me tonight
as I want to cuddle in your altocumulus
and circulate around and in you
From your moist hemisphere,
I feel your warm Gulf winds
gently coaxing me to raise my barometer
while you expose your southern skies
There is pressure building up
casting hot climatic precipitation,
and as I watch the radar
scope your velocity,
my weather vein throbs
to bury itself as deep as you can take me
until my atmospheric pressure
erupts my jet stream into your river bed
So, here I am absorbing
your intense heat wave and
wondering if my lightning rod
can surge enough voltage
to ground you
and accumulate again and again.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora
Tender Reed
Tender Reed how you swaywith the rythym of the aire
how you let your voice be known
through soft whispered melodies
Tender Reed how you share
your current within freely
and circulate another path
for answers to reveal their questions
Tender Reed how you touch
in subtle movements as though
performance is not your only act
when you make your point of view
Tender Reed how you give
with surety and complementory
as you allow other wind instruments
to join you with your vibrato
Tender Reed, here is my breath
my melody, my movement,
my performance, my instrument
my point of view, my vibrato
to complement your path.
©1995-2003 Charlene M. Flora