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*

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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*

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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*

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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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Tilted Sly

She walks on billowy white clouds

With flowers in her hair

A smile painted on dark red lips

Ambling without a care

Thoughts of the future

Brings a sparkle to her eye

Her impish face can't hide

The glossed lips, tilted sly

Good things will come to pass

She can feel it in her bones

The past is history

The screams and hurtled stones

The glow of radiant happiness

Surrounds her

A glistening protective shield

An unpenetrable barrier

She glides gracefully away

Lost in her musings

As covetous eyes follow

Rapacious and yearning

She continues her journey

With a devilish sparkle in her eye

A smile painted on her dark red lips

Shiny and glossed, tilted sly

--

*Allene Angelica*

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Everyday Affairs

The tediousness

Of everyday affairs

The boredom kills me

-- 

*Allene Angelica*

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I Have Nothing

I have nothing

Nothing to say to you

Thoughts of you

Bring emptiness

A vast vacuum

Of hollowness

Can this be all that is left

Of the passion

I once felt?

An all consuming

Mind numbing ardor

That blinded me

From complete candor

Was it a waste?

Of time, of energy

Of vitality?

Your arrogance

I mistook for confidence

But it was selfishness

Self-importance

And conceitedness

My eyes unseeing

Has opened

What once was concealed

Has been revealed

The verity of your soul

Has leaked its hideous goo

Your false and duplicitous nature

Will take its toll

And one day you will rue

--

*Allene Angelica*

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Mornings and Night. (Haikus)

Mornings are wretched
When you have to go to work
I hunger for sleep

Mornings are lovely
When you are on holiday
I crave for breakfast

The night is mystic
It cloaks its secrets in ink
Where ever you are


*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Does He Know?

I brush my fingers

Through midnight coils

Long ebony lashes

Flutters

Does he know?

I tip toe daintily

Up and down

Hills and valleys

To velvet moans

Does he know?

Astride my heart's desire

I gallop towards a wanton bliss

Only he can inflict

Does he know?

With every tumultuous sway

Beads transudes

From a porous shell

Does he know?

Fires burn from within

Ignited with one scorching glance

One heated touch

One sultry kiss

Does he know?

--

*Allene Angelica*

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To Begin Again

In an old attic

I explored

Moldy, cracked boxes and steamer trunks

Littered the floor

Clothes; ancient, moth-eaten and musty

Dust bunnies, centuries old

Hiding in every nook and cranny

Discarded, scattered and jumbled here and there

Were odds and ends, knick knacks, thing-of-a-jigs

It made me wonder

If I touch them, will the original owners although long gone care?

I rifled

And sorted

Investigated

And recorded

I was beside myself

With awe and pleasure

And pleasure and awe

Amazed at all the treasure

My two not so young eyes saw

Through the dim and faded light

I lit upon an old book or maybe a journal

Where a person of long ago might write

Sitting innocently on an old corner desk

As if waiting

Waiting patiently for me

For me to come a calling

My fingers trembled and shook

As I reached out for the book

I caressed its worn leather binding

Traced the gold and intricate carving

I opened the cover

To my delight

There was a title written there

'To Begin Again' it said

But no author anywhere

I turned the page

It was blank

I flipped to the next few

And my heart sank

The pages were empty

Disappointed I sat

I sat staring at the title

Is that all there is to that?

Finally as the light dimmed lower

I stood up and made my way

To the attic ladder

As I climbed down with book in hand

I thought to myself

Maybe this was a sign

Maybe it's my time

To start writing in this book

To give my life another look

And begin again.

--

*Allene Angelica*

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*Allene Angelica*

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My Fun & Exciting Weekend With LMC

I had a very interesting weekend this weekend.  I had expected my Easter weekend to be a quiet and mellow affair but my instructor, Leslie, had other plans.  Let me give you some background.  I workout out three times a week at a gym but I only take the dance workout classes (Zumba, Ujam, etc...) because it's what I enjoy.  One of my favorite teachers is a professionally trained dancer as well as a musician and singer.  I think she's awesome!  Well last Wednesday she asked me, my sister and another student of hers from a different gym to dance with her for an Easter gig she was offered at the last minute.  She had one day (Thursday) to make up the choreography, one night (Friday) to teach it to us and then rehearsal with the other performers and rapper on Saturday.  Sunday morning we performed.  We joked around on Friday night that we were the 'Last Minute Crew' (LMC)  It was an amazing experience.  I was terrified but got through it and enjoyed it immensely   If she were to ask me again I would definitely say yes!  But even if she doesn't it was an experience I'll look back on with a smile on my face.

-- 

*Allene Angelica*

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