sweet
Lovers Field
A field before my feet.
The smell of wild flowers; my nose to steep.
Stems adorned with color, glimmering in the exhausted sun.
Waltzing amongst my fingertips; legs eager to run.
There's a shadow near the woods.
Quite a distance, from where I stood.
Gliding, like I sprouted graceful wings.
Twirling winds; in my ears do ring.
A pure familar fragrance, lingering in the air to find.
Something sweet on lips, I've somehow left behind.
The silence of the woods, hum in mysterious concern.
There you stood, a fire in me to burn.
Blossoming in daring flames.
Two souls, a mirror; the same.
Palate
"So fleeting,
the feelings that need to be written,
so we try,
lest we forget,
because we can end the story
right here.
But the writer didn't quit,
there's more than just words
to be conveyed,
painted.
So coast,
let the feelings become a little older,
bolder, embolden the taste
and let your mind
slip into space
where much will be needed,
actual space,
for too much had happened today,
looking for a place to be.
Matter of fact,
every little thing
had it's own story,
poetry to be painted for,
but the encompassing tone
is the gratuity of it all,
the gravity of thanks,
given time and again,
and how that can make
heartfelt words
turn empty.
A day
full of so many happenings
can dilute
the flavor of each herb;
the finite details
of a singular moment
crowded by
too many spices.
The palate becomes overwhelmed,
tastes come all sides,
pungent,
assaulted with bitter flavors,
or salty experiences.
Even the savory, slow
succumbing to sweet memories
can lead to sour smiles.
Too strong a concentration
on the subject of flavor,
and you lose the whole picture,
the entire day.
Exertion,
parading down the street,
or a humble pawn in the presence
of greatness,
balance is best
to appreciate the meal, if you will.
To appreciate every moment,
and the entire day they build."
my dad
He is so happy and so enthused
he plays his violin and is very amused
everyone tells him how good he can play
but he says he cannot play that way everyday.
People wonder how that could be
when obviously he can play, you can see
but when he is sober he is scared and afraid
that he will not like the song that he made.
Even though it is beautiful, and even though it is pure,
he says he needs the alcohol, and that is for sure,
to help dull his senses just enough
and make playing the violin a little less tough.
I hope that one day he will learn to play
the violin in a less threatening way
so that he too can hear the sound
without all of his other senses bringing him down.
Defining Kisses
Slowly wrapping round the tongue,
Then plunging all the way...
Or back and forth across the lips
To extend a tasteful stay...
Pressed up tight, sucking hard,
Tonguing double swishes...
Devouring mouthfuls of sweetened bliss,
As you suck down chocolate kisses'
*So Sweet*
May.18.2000
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
When I remember the time we spent together
I remember it being so sweet
I wished it would last forever
And I was so happy we got the chance to meet
When I think about the past
I think of your gorgeous smile
And I think of spending the time with you
It was a blast
And I sit there to enjoy the thought for awhile
So sweet like sugar
Our first kiss
This never ending hunger
Something one could not want to miss
But then you left and broke my heart
Yet you still remain a best friend
A special bond that'll never fall apart
It'll be in our souls till the end
The way I remember you...
So sweet So Kind
The first day I'll never forget
You swept me off my feet
In the future someone like you
Again I hope to find
Someone special to once again meet
Copyright
*Thinking Of You*
March-12-2005
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
While i am thinking of you
I sit here and wonder why
Why has God sent you back to me
Why has he let you let my feelings fly
Why has he let my fear free
Then out of no where all over again makes me cry
Because he, God has took you from me
Without your love all straight i cant see
It seriously feels like my soul will die
If i cant have you like it use to be
But all i get in return
Is your sweet voice on the phone on the other end
Instead of your love that inside me still burns
When you put your sweet lips on mine
To kiss me like you do
When I'm in my bed all alone
I try to put a picture in my head of you
As i try to remember when we were as one
And i try to recall the last time when i my heart wasn't stone
I try to remember the fun
And even though your not here with me
The pain within hurts like hell
Because I'm still in love with you
This i have always to you tried to tell
That my love for you is so damn true
But when i get the nerve to say what i want
My words don't come out well
So the words in my mind to me begin to haunt
The burning passion is too deep in my heart
To go on without your presence
Its too hard to have the memory part
From my mind of innocence
Baby don't you understand
I've loved you the very first day
From the very start
I want you to sill be my man
But there's nothing to say
Because you're really not here
So i just sit to clear my mind once again
And i tell myself for the 100th time its not fair
This is just a dream all pretend
Instead of crying out of control i just stare
There's even no reason to count to ten
But still all over again i begin to imagine
You're here by my side telling me you truly care
Telling me for us how there is so much passion
And kissing me so gently like you do
I'm wishing this life we can share
Then i wake up and snap out of my daydream
And just sit on the edge of the bed
Baby i don't want to
But i try to clear you from my head
Because that's the only way i wont go insane
I try to erase to me every word you said
But my memory always wants to play this hurtful game
Of making your memory of you remain
Making me forever have you in my mind
Forcing me to remember the past
And having my heart trying to find
A way to make everything last
No matter how hard i try
I'm always still thinking of us
And because i cant truly have you
My heart starts to cry
Because sweety even though we cant be
I will always have you remain with me
You will always have a place in my heart
And now i know from me you'll never part
I've come to believe
We are and always will be one
From my mind heart and soul you'll never leave
Copyright
Reincarnation: Dulce Et Decorum Est
Reincarnation of Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen
Bombs spread fire burning bright,
Dulce Et Decorum Est.
Brave soldiers harsh flame does smite,
Dulce Et Decorum Est-
It is sweet and right.
They lose more than just their life,
Dulce Et Decorum Est.
Innocence molested by blood and strife,
Dulce Et Decorum Est-
It is sweet and right.
Pawns fighting in the Middle East,
Dulce Et Decorum Est.
Chess pieces for the political beast,
Dulce Et Decorum Est-
It is sweet and right.
Tell the people, tell them lies,
Dulce Et Decorum Est.
Pray the they never grow wise.
Dulce Et Decorum Est-
Pro patria mori.
To Love
I yearn to love, a love with a passion
Joining hearts, a fatal attraction
To be fondled by your words alone, holding on to promises by your lips
To savor the sweetness and emotion that drips
Let us hold together, let our eyes slowly find and meet
Let all time stop, with nothing but our heartbeats
Coffee
An object warm and white,
Cup-like with a handle at its side.
Halfway filled with a liquid,
A liquid with a name,
Its name being coffee.
Eager am I to hold this cup,
Equally eager am I to drink
From its rim which my lips shall touch.
Slowly yet quickly I do tilt the cup
And the liquid pours into my mouth.
The liquid's bitter taste,
Yet sweet and warm it is.
Satisfying is the taste,
So gleefully I do drink more
And indulge myself in this sweet galore.
Freely does the liquid
Move around in my mouth
As it plays with my tongue
Tickling its taste-buds.
Around and between my teeth it goes
'til I move it back with my tongue
To the back of my mouth
Where the coffee meets its doom.
Down my throat it goes,
The aftertaste the same as before.
My thirst craves evermore,
Thus I drink some more.