Whenever I Read These Words

Whenever I read these words,

 "I will allow only my lord to possess my sacred lotus pond, and every night you can make blossom in me flowers of fire." - Huang O (1498- 1569) To the tune Soaring Clouds,

I feel and see images of heat, desire and passion.  I wish I could write like that.

Broken Dolls

I stare at my broken dolls
That have been saved for me
Kept in a back room
With the dirty laundry

Are these fragmented figures
Representative of me?

Chipped, cracked
Missing a limb or two

They frighten me
Wouldn't they frighten you too?

I played with them
When I was three or four
I loved them to death
But that was before
I got more

I look into their faded eyes
Once bright and clear
Now dull and lackluster
They were at one time so dear

I think I'm broken
As broken as my dolls
Lacking all life
No will at all
To battle any strife

I see the cracks and fissures
Of my soul
It torments me
I don't want to let it be
What's a body to do?

Do I have any glue?


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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In a Land of Heat and Spice

In a land of
Spices
I paid a visit
One summer

I was not
Prepared
For the heat
And culture

My face
Was a detriment
At first
I didn't understand
I was mistaken
For someone
From a neighboring
Land

Eyes, eyes, eyes
Stared at me
Everywhere I went
Words I did not know
Were spoken to me

Monsoon rain
Took me by surprise
I was told it came early
This season
While I ran for cover
The shower ceased
Then blue skies

My clothes
My shoes
Were all wrong
You can not walk
On gravel filled streets
In four inch heels
For long

And absolutely
No make-up
In that humidity
It melts
Right off your face
I witnessed it myself
In incredulity

Shopping in the
Bazaar
Was a whole new experience
Color and all that glitters
Is everywhere
And the vendors
They expect for you
To argue
Over the price of a shoe

They have temples galore
Beautiful and historic
Some gold trimmed
And classy
And some bold
And brassy

But one stands out
In my memory
For I made a woman cry

In a temple of marble and gold
She was raising her head
From the floor
As the cross breeze
Blew my skirt
Above my knees
While I was walking by

Taking pictures as a tourist would
Right in front of her eyes

She wailed in despair
As I struggled
With my clothing
I decided to
Make my escape
And fast
Before I get into
An even bigger scrape

I find it amusing
Now
But back then
I was full of misgivings

There is more to my
Adventure
In the land of heat
And spice
But I can not
Tell it all in
One slice.


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Alone Again

Alone on my bed
Once again
I yearn for
Yesterday
To never end

I heard you
As you shut
The front door

Memories
Sweet memories
Of the night before

Flit through my mind

Oh how I wish
You would come back
To spend more time

My lips
Already miss
Your ardent kiss
It sparks
A flame
Deep in my core
Oh how I long for you
To walk through
My front door.



*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Driving (Poets of G+ - Prompt of the Week)

*Driving* *alone*
In the summer's sweltering heat
From golden California
Through the Lone Star state
Of *Texas*
To my destination
The city that never sleeps
*New York*

My mind drifts
Daydreaming
Of my *glory* days
And
*Dancing*
Without a care
At all hours

My hands
Gripping the steering wheel
Of my sunset gold filly
As I watch the *moonlight*
*Sparkle* it's reflection
On the hood
*Shining*
Like a beacon
In the night

I make a wish
As my eyes
Lit upon
A star
That *fell*
From the
Heavens above
Arcing downwards
Performing it's final
Swan dive
Below



*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Walking Away

Waiting

To have to wait is torture enough
But to have to wait and be disappointed
Is misery.

*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Sunday Afternoon Nap

Yesterday I dreamt of you
In a mansion of silver lining
You were breathtaking
Happy, oh so very happy
Running down the stairs
In your beautiful dress
Of red and gold

I stood at the bottom
Feeling human and old

Looking up at your
Youthful, glowing face
The wrinkles and age spots
My dream has erased
Your short wavy locks
Bouncing at each step
The years gone by
My mind still recollects

Laughter from you lips
Excitement in your voice
With your fingertips
You reached out
To urge me to join you

And then I woke up...


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Adverse Reaction

She looks at me with doubt
Or is it envy?
I hear it in her voice
Instead of happiness
As her choice
I sense her negativity


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Bittersweet

This great group of amazing people have really helped me to keep on track with my fitness schedule.  I thank my sister for pushing me to start working out with her and I've met this awesome group along the way.  Our age ranges from the twenties to the fifties I believe but working out with these wonderful instructors (Leslie M., Dom and Leslie H.) are our common bond.  This week is bittersweet for us.  Our gym has decided to stop the dance type of workouts and unfortunately some of us have gone in different directions.  Most of us though have signed up with the same gym so I'll be happy to see some familiar faces at our new facility.  These pictures were taken after our last classes of U-Jam and Zumba this week.  I will miss those who have gone on to other gyms but hope we'll still see each other around town.

*Allene Angelica*

      =^_^=

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She Watched

Through eyes

Blurred by tears

She watched

Crouched in hiding

Unable to breathe

In fear

What has become

Of me she whispered

Her lips trembling

As she fought for control

She watched

From her secret place

Surrounded by four doors

What will become

Of me she whispered

Anger roiling

Churning 

Rising from the depths

Her stability

Slipping

Cracking

Snapping

Unable to think

As she watched

Her heart

Tearing in two

Her love

Her life

Holding

Another woman

Who loved him too

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

Crimson Fire

An old man

In a land of giants

Faraway

Where they speak a language

That I can not say

Back: broad and strong

Salt and pepper head

Lowered, engrossed

Tools carefully spread

Hands busily digging

His wife of thirty years

In the kitchen diligently cooking

Our lunch

Rose bushes in pots

Aligned like soldiers

Some pink, some white

One crimson fire

The old man looked up

Peered intently at me

His blue eyes

Fixed piercingly

"Which do you like?"

As he gestured to the roses

Red, I falteringly pointed

He nodded as he rose

From bended knees

And continued his work

After

Wrapping a blanket around me

A few years later

Long after I'd gone

He and his wife with

Their wandering son

Looked out of their kitchen window

At his prized blossoms

They turned to their youngest

Their expression solemn

"Allene looks beautiful today."

Their nomadic son turned away

With not a thing to say

--------------------------------------------------

True story. ;)

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

Returning

Through the open window

A soft warm breeze

Gently

Lifted my hair

The haunting melody

Of the Adhan

Drifting to my ears

I lay

On a divan

Supine

In repose

One arm flung

Overhead

Fingers fidgeting

With the fringe

Of a pillow

As I held back tears

I peeked

At the man

Who held my heart

Feet standing firmly

Shoulder width apart

Looking out

At the land

He loves

Contemplating

Returning

In a few long years

--

*Allene Angelica*

       =^_^=

As The Lights Fell (Google+ Prompt of the Week)

We marveled as the lights fell
The soft golden blush of the setting sun
Receding away as twilight made itself known
But the dark of night will soon have it on the run
With its cloak of glittering stars
And the ethereal glow of the moon goddess
As she makes her journey from afar
Her cool comforting gaze upon us
As we prepare to slumber
And drift into the world of nothingness


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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