A Soldier’s Sacrifice

Little me in Germany, wearing the hat to my dad's uniform Little me in Germany, wearing the hat to my dad’s uniform

“Why do you have to go?” she asked
as tears rolled down her cheeks.
It didn’t matter if he left
for years or months or weeks.
The question asked was innocent,
a plea to comprehend
why daddy wasn’t always home
to hold his daughter’s hand.

He wondered how he could explain
as he answered her demand;
he stumbled over every word
and prayed she’d understand.

“Daddy’s got a job to do
that takes him far away,
protecting weak and innocent
even though he’d rather stay.
He made a solemn promise
to answer freedom’s call
and defend our rights with honor
when our back’s against the wall.”

He wrapped an arm around his wife,
his child tucked to his heart,
his bags lay waiting by the door,
he hated to depart.

“Babe, you know I love you both,”
he squeezed both angels tight.
“God keep you safe while I’m away.
Pray for me every night.
Your sacrifice, as great as mine,
is rarely seen or heard;
head held high with dignity,
you never say a word.”

With one last kiss he turned away
and headed out the door,
just another soldier,
Headed off to war.

This is probably not my best piece or poetry, but it’s how my appreciation for those who’ve served (along with their families) manifested itself today. As some of you have probably deduced from my post from last Veteran’s Day entitled I Bled For You I have a strong affinity to those who’ve served or are serving in the armed forces. I have so much respect for those who decide day in and day out to lay their lives on the line to serve and protect so that their fellow countrymen don’t have to. It’s not an easy cross to bear by any stretch of the imagination.

The above pic was taken of me as a girl when my family was stationed in Germany. It was the dead of winter and I felt so cool being allowed to wear my father’s winter hat, especially since it was part of his uniform. As a child of the military, we were afforded the opportunity to travel with my dad. Germany was one of a few countries we had the chance to see thanks to his career.

One of the other places I hold near and dear to my heart is the Philippines. It’s made more special by the fact that my mother is Filipina, so I’m sure you can imagine how much it breaks my heart to read or see all the damage done to a place I once called home. If you haven’t heard about the devastation that hit my former birthplace, check this out. Death toll is in the 10,000’s. By the way, the island of Leyte, where the worst of the damage seems to be? That’s my mom’s birthplace. If you’d like to find a way to help, here are some great links. This is a third world country and the devastation is unreal. I know the indomitable spirit of my fellow Filipinos, but they could use all the prayers, good vibes, great thoughts…and yes, monetary support if you can.

For my kababayan friends- Ikaw ay nasa aking mga saloobin at panalangin. Aking puso pinaghihiwa para sa mga ganap na pagkasira na dulot ng Haiyan.

Unforgotten

My Sister, My Brother & Me

My Sister, My Brother & Me

I feel you reach out
On gentle breeze,
Your soft touch
A comforting caress.

I hear your mischief
In the laughter of children;
A reminder as they play
Of innocence at its best.

See your warmth and care
In a puppy’s soulful eyes
The head resting on my knee;
Comfort to give and take.

On salty tears,
I recall the bitter and sweet,
Both joy and reflection
Of what was and will never be.

With love,
Goodbye is never final.
The heart holds tight,
Memories live on forever.

Hey Baby Brother,

Tomorrow’s your birthday. It blows my mind when I realize you would’ve been 36. It doesn’t feel like 26 years since we lost you. Part of me wonders where the time went, but that’s how it goes, right? Life happens. You move on? Wish I could tell you it was easy for us all, but you know that’s a lie.

It’s strange, really. I’ve always had a harder time around your birthday than I ever did around your death. Not sure why that is. Of course, it did not help matters when one of the worst tragedies to ever happen on US soil also happened on your birthday. Part of me wanted to lash out… Like I wasn’t dealing with enough? Because, you know…it’s all about me. Except it’s not. More families lost loved ones, like we lost you….senselessly. My empathy kicks in. We know how it feels only too well, right?

I found a great guy… It took him a long time to win your stubborn big sister over, but he finally did. He knows me, heart and soul….even all those secret places I usually hide. Of course he’s heard about you. In fact, not only does he share a September birthday with you, he knows how close we were and how hard it is for me around your day. We decided to get married close to this day to help infuse this time with some good memories…and to honor your life.

You’ll be happy to know, we still feel your presence. We’ve never lost our connection to you and we keep your memory alive. Do you know that most of your best friends are still in touch with us? They still bring you up…talk about how much they miss you. Just goes to show…age has nothing to do with the impact a person can make. You taught me that. Live life to the fullest. Look for the good. Who knew a 10 year old could be so smart?

Anyway, enough being maudlin. You know it’s not really my style. I hope you like the poem I wrote for you…a little reminder to myself of all the ways you’re still with me. Yeah, I’m still writing. Still singing, too. 🙂

Love you!

 

Dance

Dance

Close your eyes,
Feel the beat,
Sway your body,
Move your feet.

Let music wind
Into your soul,
Guide your passion,
Take control.

Arms reach out,
Life embrace,
Full of power,
Joy and grace.

Glide and bend,
Bare your heart;
Love and pain,
Each movement, art.

Today my mind wandered toward passion; how people view it, express it. For me, passion manifests itself into my writing, singing and dance. Dance, it seems has been universal for expression of sorrow, joy, anger, pain….LIFE!

So as I thought about how I sometime dance in my seat when I’m excited or jump up to dance to a song I love when I’m happy…or even dance to feel powerful, I thought I’d jot down a few words…isn’t it funny that they took on a rhythm, a lyrical quality suited to dance?

How do you express your passion? Where do you find your joy?

I also hope you’ll take the time to enjoy these awesome musicians who’ve combined their passions for both dance and music into some memorable and powerful songs.

Pink does power and anger and a never say die attitude so well. Like she said, “You’ve Gotta Get Up And Try!”

Kellie Pickler does an awesome job of communicating that life is all about moments…and they go on all around us. Don’t miss one because you’re too busy to tell someone how you feel.

Or this one….from Singin’ In The Rain. Actually, that scene could’ve very well been a movie clip of my life if I knew how to tap. Something about late nights with friends and just pure old fashioned fun.

So I ask again…. How do you express your passions? Your joy? Heartache? Love? Do you Dance (keep in mind, I didn’t ask if you do it well…;-)) ?

Still

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In the loud noise,
The hustle and bustle
Of life,
Take time to

STOP

Look around,
Eyes wide open
And see
Majesty in nature,
Joy in life.

Learn the healing
And the power
In both laughter
And tears.

Say the words
That press your heart.
Remember
Truth
Both hurts and heals.
Choose wisely.

LIVE

Enjoy the little things,
A gentle smile,
Hugs from a child,
The caress
From a cool breeze.

Take these moments,
Both good and bad.
They bring strength,
Fill the soul.
And when the time comes
To say goodbye,
Let go,
You will never be forgotten.

Lost a dear friend to cancer last night. Some of you may remember her from previous posts. She fought bravely, valiantly. She’s no longer in pain. She will never be forgotten. The poem above is my attempt at putting her philosophy on life to paper.

Daydream

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Taken In in my back yard yesterday

Silver winged chariots
Soar,
The distant rumble
Announce their ascent
On endless span of crystal blue.
A blink of the eye
And they disappear
Into
Yards of white
Cotton,
Draped in casual decor,
Sometimes
A delicate wisp,
Like smoke,
Others,
Thick and rich and sweet,
Like cotton candy
From a fair,
Calling to mind
A childhood,
Long past.
They sway
And glide
On gentle breeze,
Re-
Forming,
Changing partners.
A dance,
Guided by the winds,
Molding
To create
Something new,
Different.
moving pictures;
As I lay back,
Pillow my head
Over crossed arms,
Search for shapes and images,
Visualize,
Reminisce,
And dream.

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Wispy clouds from back yard yesterday

Summer is the perfect time to be still and daydream…. When was the last time you laid back and explored your sky? What did you see? Are you a cloud watcher? Do you see shapes? Does it inspire you?

Redemption

Sunrise

Sunrise

 

Now I lay me
Down to sleep.
Close my eyes,
Start to weep.
Gaze up at
A shining star,
Wonder how
I fell so far.

Where’s the girl
I used to be,
Filled with
Possibility?
Is she gone
Without a trace?
Would I even
Know her face?

When did she;
Forget to dream;
Trapped inside
A silent scream?

Close my eyes,
Contemplate.
Consider how
To change my fate
Reach out for
My destiny;
Be who I was
Meant to be.

Take a breath,
Dry my tears.
Greet the dawn,
Face my fears.
Whisper,
“Give it one more try.”
Look out world,
Watch me fly.

No more regrets.
Throw them away.
Step fearless to
The light of day.

The future’s mine
To shape and mold,
If I am willing
To be bold,
The endless
Possibility
Is waiting patiently
For me.

Hold tightly to
Life’s precious gift,
Enjoy life’s road,
Each bend and shift.
So if I die
Before I wake,
There’s no remorse
I have to take.

Passion’s Flame

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Wash away this heartache,
Mine-
Cleanse me with your fire.

Breathe me in for you
alone;
Feed me your desire.

Punish me with searing
touch,
Brand me with each kiss.

Bind my body with your
Love,
Burn me with your bliss.

Help me soar beyond
the flame,
Guide me to your soul.

Hold me till I scream your
Name,
Fill me till I’m whole.

Take this trust gave
Willingly,
Hold it safe and sound.

My gift, I lay before
your feet,
The treasure you have found.

There are several levels and undercurrents to this poem. I feel that’s part of the beauty of life and experiences. I’d love to hear your interpretations/impressions of what you feel or see when you read it.

Where To Find Beautiful

With all the terrible sadness and tragedy of this last week, my heart has been a bit heavy. My thoughts have been with those in Oklahoma who are going through so much right now. My prayers have been filled with them and childhood and online friends who’ve recently been diagnosed with cancer.

I needed my heart to be soothed. To remember the good in the world. To be empowered and inspired.

Today I thought I’d share with you the things that have touched me….and hope that they speak to you, too.

Here’s some poetry from a young lady named Botlhale Boikanyo from South Africa’s Got Talent at the age of 11.

Next is Kellie Pickler and Derek Hough’s Freestyle performance Monday night on Dancing With The Stars. It brought tears to my eyes. The emotions were so clearly displayed. She bared her soul with that dance. (The song was gorgeous, too.)

My last addition is a song sung by Jotta A, a Brazilian boy. I believe he was 12 at the time of this particular recording. I think it might be from Brazil’s Got Talent. You can definitely tell English is not his first language as he mispronounces some words, but the heart of the song…the message…  He delivers that, loud and clear. He’s singing Chris Tomlin’s Amazing Grace/My Chains Are Gone.

Where do you go when you need to add a little beauty to your life? Have you seen anything that’s wow’ed you lately? If so, please share it with me!

Self Discovery

self-touch

Soft touch
glide on scented
skin.
The reverent kiss
of finger tips
follow
curve
of breast
and hip.
Warm response,
arched back,
hardened buds,
taut;
seeking
heated suction
or cruel bite…
Aching.
Hand delves down,
discovers
center of my universe…
Wet welcome
permeates the air.
Hips raise,
meet seeking touch…
Beg to be filled.
Quick thrust,
fingers
strong and sure.
Once,
and again.
Light sheen glistens
Body uncontrolled.
Friction heats
tiny bud
bursts…
Red lips
raised in supplication.
“Oh, God!”

This is my 200th post! I wanted to do something different to celebrate my little landmark when it hit me! Timing is everything. Coincidences happen for a reason. I find it kind of hot that my 200th post happens to fall on National Masturbation Month. Inspired by August McLaughlin’s Girl Boner post on Self Love in relation to Body Image, I decided to follow her example.

It’s also been a while since I’ve shared poetry…especially erotic poetry, so I’ve been overdue. I hope you appreciate my poem in celebration of the joys of self love. The body is a temple that deserves celebration. What things about May make you want to celebrate?

Hope you guys also enjoy the sexy, hot song I found to go with our Sexy Study of Sensual Self.

Art Of Prose

Words-
Dive
Onto blank page,
Breathe life,
Create feelings,
Thoughts, universes…

Strong enough
To mold minds,
Empower
Or
Bend wills.
Able to cut deep;
Gently heal.

Words-
Carelessly misplaced,
Recklessly thrown
Easily misread,
Misunderstood.
Choose carefully.

Words ARE Power.

I’ve been insanely busy, but I couldn’t let today, World Poetry Day, go by without finding a way to contribute. Many of my friends are quite brilliant wordsmiths…and I’m always blown away by their ability to impact the world around them simply by tossing words about and carefully placing them in positions they deem will have the biggest impact. Kudos to them.