Thursday, January 27, 2011


Written for A Dante's 'Inferno' Challenge....

Nine Ways Down

Treachery
Oh how I knew
this treacherous
treacherous
heart of mine
would do me no good
and still... I let it rule me
how I wish I could just cut it out
and serve it for tea....

Fraud
deception at its lowest ebb
fills even the deceiver
with thoughts of dread
for where goest I now
but  further down deceptions path
where the inevitable end
looms fast....

Violence
I cannot stay my hand
now violence is raised
there is no peace
if there is no praise
there is no reason
no love to be gained
for violence is my name....

Heresy
what is heresy to some
when all minds differ
and different hearts believe
what their hearts believe...
what is truth, trust, deceit
if we all believe in good over evil
and will not rest until harmony
is complete...

Anger
Oh what bad breeder
anger is
both mother and father
of anger bred
anger begetting anger
vicious circle
that never ends
until all are dead...
sharonlee

Greed
...and what sense this
that some
in richness live
while others
others die
in the streets
from cold and hunger...
what sense this... indeed...

Gluttonony
Crapulous opulence...
eating until vomit rises
in waves of foul bile
from distorted bellies
and turn a blind eye
as you order desert...
a blind eye and fat choked heart
to those who hunger
one warm cooked meal....

Lust
Not love.... on no
I was arrogant
to admit it face to face
not love, dear
lust.... Lust...
I lust after your
body....
that firm flesh
not love... never love...

Limbo
After playing with treachery
and dallying in Fraud & Violence
and even heresy
I spent some time embroiled in
Anger, greed and gluttony
... I thought lust would be my friend
But that did not end
.... well....
And now.... now I find myself
In limbo
That land of certain madness
And await... whatever is my fate...
Sharonlee©
28/01/2011 1:18 PM

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Face in the Mirror

The Face in the Mirror 

The face in the mirror looked older than she felt
 and her inner woman seemed wiser
and infinitely more patient 
then she thought herself to be
 as another winter drifted by
 with it's cold mornings by the sunny window
 she gained a quiet acceptance of who she was
looking forward to the future and all it promised
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days, months, years passed 
as they have mind to do
and she found herself content 
with the quiet life she had created
 Although there were times
when her day-to-day existence became a struggle
 she faced life with a philosophical perspective 
that helped her to be optimistic about the future,
 patiently enduring of the present
 and quietly accepting of the past
 She was fasinated by the evolution
of her inner woman,
 proud of her unseen strengths
and now when she looked in the mirror 
it was not a stranger that she saw...
 it was the promise of the woman she would one day be;
sharonlee©

The Shadow of Her Future Self

The Shadow of Her Future Self

Once again she wondered why she felt compelled
to put her thoughts down...
Still her compulsion to write
was too strong to ignore
so she wrote
enjoying the activity
finding it to be therapeutic and satisfying
It kept her sane when everything around her
could sometimes seem quite unbalanced...

She was having trouble lately
coping with her inner woman
who was begging to be acknowledged,
yearning to be set free, appreciated and valued...
Her body ached to be touched and admired
and as she wandered through her late 40's
she feared that she would be spending her future alone
the older she grew the less chance she felt
she had of finding love and companionship...

Soon her ageing body
would hold little appeal to the opposite gender
and she thought that she would never have a partner again
It had been years since she had sex
and that had been a one night stand
that held little passion
and did nothing to make her feel desirable...
She missed being adored
longed to lose herself in the sweet sweaty ecstasy of lovemaking
Her mind, body, and soul hungered for release
She thought perhaps this was her karma
for those younger years
when she had been so shamelessly promiscuous....
But it was seventeen years now
since her one true love had passed away
and in that time she'd had sex less than half a dozen times
she though if karma had a lesson to teach her
then she had learnt it by now...

The face in the mirror looked older than she felt
and her inner woman seemed wiser and infinitely more patient
then she thought herself to be....
So another winter drifted by
with it's cold mornings by the sunny window
as she gained a quiet acceptance of who she was
looking forward to the future and all it promised
The days, months, years passed
as they have mind to do
and she found herself content with the quiet life she had created
Although there were times when her day-to-day existence
became a struggle
she faced life with a philosophical perspective
that helped her to be optimistic about the future
patiently enduring of the present
and quietly accepting of the past...
She was fascinated by the evolution of her inner woman
proud of her unseen strengths
and now when she looked in the mirror it
was not a stranger that she saw
it was the shadow of her future self;
sharonlee©

Inner seasoning

Inner seasoning

her hands give away her secret fear
 small and bony, age lines etch dry tracks over once supple skin,
her breasts no longer sat pert and pretty without something
strong to keep them in place, stubborn lumps of flesh had a mind of their own
triple-stitched seams assured to keep them in place...
and even then, not what you’d pert... or pretty... just there;
hair hangs in long waves... grey streaked, just when did it go grey
and why... why grey...grey  like winter morning
the bags under her eyes, perpetual smudges that 
deepened in shade with the twilight hours
a mouth that turned down at the sides
inverted creases that knew not how to smile...


now she smiles inwardly  as the seasons pass by
borderline cynical... as pessimistic as
the weekend weather report
not feeling the need to question life
deep down inside where no one went
she was a woman of hard- won simplicity,
to gain this fragile peace  she had had to forfeit certain liberties
in order to un-complicated her life
and uncluttered her days,
built up passion that had nowhere to go
sighs that no one heard,
longings that woke her from troubled sleep
on hot summer nights
 when silence beat against her eardrums
like a mad midnight tattoo...
moments when she longed to be kissed
to feel that achingly satisfying merge of lips on lips,
electrical tingling too thrilling to defy ...

and then, there were those tranquil nights
when bathed in the pale moons luminous smile
hypnotized by stars in a black velvet sky
she didn't need to question  life
she felt uplifted and alive and infinitely stronger
then she once thought in a time before she taught her spirit
to rejoice in simplicity;
sharonlee

Inner Reflections: A Thousand Kisses Deep

Inner Reflections: A Thousand Kisses Deep: "And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep. Cohen Bottom of Fo..."

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

A Thousand Kisses Deep

And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep. Cohen
Bottom of Form

I’d say thank you to the two poets whose lines (in italic) are featured in this write...
... Gentlemen, thank you both... your words move me deeply

A Thousand Kisses Deep

In the midnight hours
when silence reigns supreme
and I lie lost and restless
devoid of peaceful dreams
when only lonely souls
wander the darkened city streets
the words of a poet
come back to haunt my sleep...

“and sometimes when the night is slow
the wretched and the meek
we gather up our hearts and go
a thousand kisses deep...”

when I’m caught by utter loneliness
invisible to the rest of humanity
unnoticed and in need
of some honest company
when time and tears and fantasies
are all that’s left inside of me
the words of a poet
come back to set me free...

..I dream of you...
and as these tears so slowly fall -
just because... I can...
...I dream of you...

the soul-words of these poets
come back to sooth my sleep
...I dream of you...
a thousand kisses deep...
sharonlee©
2/01/11
12:24 AM