DAWNDAWNDAWN by SueJOwen
Each day as dawn arrives
sounds are still, serene,
purrs of the cat,
beats of my heart
At five in the morning
no one bothers me,
cozy blankets pacify.
The night’s snow is pure,
nothing disturbs this solitude.
Not a thought of pain,
why sleep is problematical,
why I’ve chosen
to leave a heart broken;
my conflicts rest soundly.
Sleep is my choice
nothing else matters,
there’s no voice.
My demons aren’t rustling,
they’re fast asleep.
At five in the morning
the clock doesn’t hum,
I remain weary,
there’s nothing to do,
sleep my obvious choice.
Susan J. Owen ©
PICKING UP"PICKING UP"PICKING UP by SueJOwen
DON’T MAKE HER YOUR REASON
TO CRY YOURSELF TO SLEEP
BLAMING ALL YOUR PROBLEMS
ON THE COMPANY YOU KEEP.
SHE IS NOT THE REASON
THAT YOUR LIFE HAS COME UNDONE
FEELING YOU HAVE TO SUFFER,
MAY YOUR TRIALS ALL BE WON.
SHE WON’T BE THE EXPLANATION
YOU GO ABOUT YOUR DAYS
DOING THE THINGS THAT YOU DO
TO GET YOUR VERY WAY.
SHE WON’T BE YOUR RATIONALE
IF YOUR LIFE GOES UNFULFILLED
YOU KNOW HOW TO GET YOUR WAY,
WITH THAT YOU’RE VERY SKILLED…
SHE NEVER WILL BE THE MOTIVATION,
YOUR TEMPER’S NOT IN CHECK.
TRY MAKING HER YOUR EXCUSE,
SHE'LL LEAVE YOU IN YOUR WRECK.
SHE'LL NEVER BE YOUR MOTIVE,
THE CHOICES WERE ALL YOURS.
WHEN YOU “PICKED” UP,
YOU THREW HER DOWN,
HEAD RIGHT OUT THE DOOR.
S.J. OWEN © 2014
Finding Middle GroundIn the midst of pain;Finding Middle Ground by SueJOwen
shackles of sorrow
fail to concede fault.
This malingerer in grief
weeps for consolation.
With his denial
she denies solace to him
They won't join forces
in the wake of misery,
comforting each other
to find inner peace.
The death of her child,
the loss of his lover,
has set one as a boxer,
the other a dove.
Pent up anger
sends her to rage,
he quashes emotions,
won't forfeit his ways.
Respecting his feelings
she backs down,
|THESE AND MANY MORE ARE IN MY FAVES, BUT IF I PUT THEM ALL UP MY PROFILE IS DAUNTING.THEREFORE I'VE PUT MY FAVES UNDER THIS HEADING; I'M FICKLE AND WANT MY MEMORY JOGGED FREQUENTLY. SCROLLING IS NOT MY THING. I'M NOT DONE. I JUST HAVE ONE QUIRK-IF YOU'RE GOING TO SIT ON MY PROFILE AND NEVER SAY HELLO, BONJOUR, CIAO,HOLA, ETC. IT'S ANNOYING. SEEING YOUR FACE JOGS MY TIRED MEMORY, THEN I MIGHT WANDER YOUR WAY. I KNOW THIS GOES FOR ME TOO.|
|So They Thought|
The uptight lady from the local bookstore,
met the construction man who was next door.
They sat together on the park bench for lunch,
looked at each other their talk wasn't much.
She looked at him, thought, he's too rough, no style,
he looked at her, thought, I don't like her smile.
They relaxed to eat and words started to flow,
the fancy lady forgot he drove the backhoe.
They laughed for an hour, enjoyed their chat,
said goodbye, thought, that was that.
Soon they were meeting at the bench everyday,
words, thoughts, ideas, they had fallen that way.
Now they're together love what they bought,
weren't what each other wanted, so they had thought.
|Pool of Temptation|
Walking aimlessly, looking for nothing in particular,
she is drawn in by a luxurious, warm pool of comfort.
It gives her interest, showing intensity of its' mood.
Calm, still, the water had remained satisfied, content.
Why was it beginning to stir with growing strength?
Not willing to stagnate it was to be a powerful force.
Wishing to dive into its' consuming depths, she lingers.
The inability to calm her fear is too hard to overcome.
Remaining on the shore, filled with torturous cravings
the water is increasingly anxious for her entrance.
Soon, this once calm pool will erupt in uncontrolled urges.
Will she be able to elude the strong undertow, forbidden?
As she ponders her yearnings, conscience holds her on land.
She tempted the deepening pool, longing to grab her being.
Confused by responsibilities, she retreats to the familiar.
Tossing, turning, unable to sleep, the pool calls her name.
The pounding she hears is her aching heart, hungering to feed.
When the pressure subsides from her surroundings, she tries.
Slowly dropping her gown to reveal total nakedness,
her toes and legs feel rightly enveloped by the water
as it slowly caresses her thighs, buttocks, body, feeling right.
Her breasts shine in the glow of dusk to give into all;
pent up passions will be loosed in awesome wonder to
feed whirling water which enters her caverns of delight.
Blanketed in emotions thought long ago to have slowly died,
all feelings, touches, passions, are proved in satisfaction
Pushed, hurried or troubled, she will drown, die of guilt.
The pond will not be made to languish alone, release will be his.
© Susan Johnston Owen
|Blinding wild desire,|
bodies ache for ecstasy,
sweet surrender overcomes us,
in a crowd we are alone.
Hearts are pounding,
limbs are shaking,
let these feelings flow,
with passion's splendor.
We love upon these waves
of crazed delight,
engulfed in fervent pleasure.
Fill me with your ardor
shake me with your strength;
make me weep,
begging to begin anew.
Thrill me in your fervor,
make me quake
engulfed in us,
you alone can take me there.
Deny me nothing, I'll give you all,
my heart, my body, take my soul.
We shiver in the peak of us,
in my totality wanting more.
s.j.owen/jazz © rewritten 1/15/2015
|A Smile At Last|
The rhythm she feels is her heartbeat,
it hasn't seemed strong for awhile.
Stands by herself, she's just watching,
her heart will not beat though she tries.
Surveying, pretending she cares not,
she can't move the rhythm's not strong.
Her world is now one of confusion,
her desires appear out of her grasp.
Joining, her legs can't support her,
she's afraid of the beat in her heart.
Spotting what's been causing the changes,
it is her turn to understand why.
Her feet begin following his direction,
stepping with him taking this chance.
Grasping for time that will feed her,
knowing this longing is one that must last.
Grabbing the risk she moves forward,
the beat is just right for their dance.
He'll sustain her as long as she needs him,
there's happiness she feared not to find.
This is time to find life moving forward,
there's no containing the joy in her soul.
They twirl and spin round their dance floor,
her face shines in his eyes, watch her smile.
rewritten 12/5/2012 ©
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