Not The Rockefellers

whoever can speak  without disturbing the peace  whoever can walk without stirring the past  whoever can listen without divining wisdom whoever can love without embracing scars whoever can think without considering the future cannot ever truly  entirely be Rene ~ July 2013

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves via Magpie Tales dawn is a feeling warmth that spreads from shoulder to cheek freedom means boundaries landmarks of habit indicators of progress  voices are familiar songs  each new generation produces its convincing covers life is smelly but you'll always know you are home Rene ~ June 2, 2013 For Randy Pierce and The Mighty Quinn

Today I will let go and trust in Jesus, myself, and tomorrow Armed with faith hope and love I will do impossible things boldly Rene ~ March 2013 In Memory of Jack Donaldson I just noticed that "Jack's Prayer" is my 333rd post :)

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall  you are the morning sun on my neck and the moon over my shoulder am i the maddest hot magician of your rogue imagination you are my true astrological high and the puller of my tides i ride the waves of your affection balancing physics and nature you are an unfinished blood sonnet a night song a prophet of rhyme i run without stopping to breathe in catching you as you turn away you remind me with the truest eye such great love is not a given i stand tall in the force of your truth kiss your head and leave you to go Rene ~ March 10, 2013 For Magpie Tales , 100 Word Song and d'Verse Poets The 100 Word Song prompt is "Better Dig Two" by The Band Perry and is my d'Verse Poetics: InterActions song choice

Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936 make me the keeper of your trinkets your dirty little thrill bits your moustache wax your un-pressed slacks load 'em up here daddy bring me your holy psycho laundry slip me the honey in your locket lemme be the hamper for your pocket the bureau of your shame the strongbox for your flame just scoop 'em up sugar fill me with your sacred goods and plenties i can be your safe house Aphrodite or Venus, more politely the cocoon for your treasures chiffonier of your pleasures you can finger me rightly with cocktail stirrer charm nightly spill 'em all out baby your wicked riches are safe with me i'll be your lover your junk drawer your doctor your drunk whore your casket of faces your keepsake oasis go 'head and file me someplace where you'll find me my drawer's always open your need is the key Rene ~ February 24, 2013 For Magpie Tales

the way you stir your coffee makes the blood rush from my head the come hither twirl of that fortunate spoon and I'm bringing breakfast to your bed red lipstick caffeine kisses your heart jumps, so quick the hit my kingdom resides on the rim of your world and I'm waiting captive to your sip Rene ~ February 10, 2013   For Magpie Tales Image by Joseph Lorusso

"November Lace" ~ Photo by Rene marble notebook in hand she slipped away  from the fray unnoticed up to her childhood room through the bedroom window and onto the rooftop poetic: " she sat  arms hugging knees surveying life, the leafless trees spindly branches claw the sky scratching for sun, to heaven they cry psalms of wisdom, strength and grace woven in November lace"   the air felt good against her flushed cheeks a beautiful sunset was now in progress she was thankful for this she was thankful for finding her peace she belonged right here, right now to this moment Excerpted from "November Lace" by Rene Rene ~ February 9, 2013 For d'Verse Poetics: The Anecdote

let me into your world to colour by number the hills and valleys let me spill mountains of stars and gold dust sighs across your threshold let me kneel before your spices, your perfumes and holy chrisms let me  stitch my way gold, through your wild heaven's succulent labyrinth  and I will be all your sun your moon your rain Rene ~ February 8, 2013

B e that heartbeat like music to my ears one that makes me sing harmony playfully around an upright piano or tangled up in the sheets B e that sinful filling in my cupcake the one worth the weight naughtily teasing me away from the 9 to 5 and into your wicked game B e that welcomed back rub on weary shoulders the kind that never ends miraculously fixing me kneading my troubles gone as fast as your hands can B e that one true, fine love i let in the kind that builds up constantly unconditionally bathing lost, abandoned corners in undying perfect light Rene ~ February 3, 2013 If February makes you shiver, get under those covers and dream :) Central Library, Manchester, UK , Robin Gosnall For: Magpie Tales 100 Word Song- this weeks song prompt "Strength" by The Alarm Poets United and d'Verse Poets #Open Link Nite Phew!

"hands" Image via Magpie Tales thumpa da thump i catch myself caught up in our spinning rhythm go round merrily galloping, we bright, sweet, lovely you then me you then me 조금 jogeum 조금 jogeum 경주 gyeongju 경주 gyeongju together we lace restless thoroughbred thundering pulses one strong infinite loop Rene ~ January 20, 2013 For Magpie Tales 152 and D'verse Poets Poetics: Foreign tongue my foreign words are: 조금  jogeum,  the Korean word for chasing 경주  gyeongju, the Korean word for racing

Albert de Belleroche, 1885, head and shoulders of a young woman You're late...                                                     Tell me again,                                                    Why am I here? Just pull your hair back follow my lead Do I have anything between my teeth?                                 ...

eclosion interrupted cautious chrysalis stalled immaculate tentative toes tickle the water for temperature silken stagnation swaddled east to west south from north no midnight love no velvet flight no sip of nectar frozen local overwinter migratory dreams pump their wings nightly a world an inch away too soon now too late much later Rene ~ January 13, 2013 Image via Magpie Tales

Image ( via Magpie Tales ) by Daniel Murtagh to watch her slip into the silken night  longing diaphanous to boldly witness such radiant vulnerability without a claim to keep her pressed under glass, instinctual yet hopelessly dangerous to know this brutal age  old ache is to have lived a life across the threshold Rene ~ 2013

Image: PublicDomain.com God, man It's been a long time since I've had someone whistle in my kitchen It's quite the delight Ahhh...you made coffee And you're making french toast! You are a saint You gotta fiddle with that knob on the left rear burner Like this It's a pain in the butt sometimes Personally, I think it just likes the extra attention Mmm...your ear smells like cinnamon not fair, man, that... not fair at all your ass looks better in my sweatpants than mine does I now have to kill myself After I eat a loaf of french toast, though You want some orange juice? freshly squeezed...somewhere Tell me, again Why is it we never were? Rene ~ January 5, 2013 For 100 Word Song The song prompt was Dan Fogleberg's Same Old Auld Lang Syne This is my spin on the classic

shadow ~ photo credit : Rene you try every day to pin down clouds shake some soul from the sun you try because you're just so damn tired of small voice assumptions so you take it upon yourself to comb the truth from the beard of the legend you end up lost choking on a squall of cracker crumbs Rene ~ January 2, 2013

Image: public domain images i don't believe in superstitions they only breed unholy ignorance can't no rabbit's foot could ever fix i don't find trouble in fearsome digits when there are way too many demonic idiots that have me counting to six six six i ain't skeered of crossin' black cats or tippin' toes 'round every street crack to keep my mamma upright and i'm never one for cussin' when i'm given a bakers dozen 12 + 1 is perfectly fine good things for me it seems always happen in thirteens i don't know what else there is to say i guess i'm lucky lucky that way Rene ~ January 1, 2013 Happy, Lucky 2013 For d'Verse Poets Open Link Night Week 77 ~ Happy New Year!

Photo by R.A.D Stainforth white smoke collection plate chalk dust rubbed from heaven's slate lace mantilla frames your face kiss me with the passion of a suffering saint grace amazing december eight the night is dark and the hour's late your sights above me yet here i wait lighting up another courage break chasing haloes my breath you take my soul you burn down to the stake watch them all line up see them all fall down for the sake of ashes Lord the way you roll me holy smokes let me into you a sacred, secret work of art and i will love you and all that you ponder in your heart Rene ~ December 30, 2012 Magpie Tales Lucky 2013 to you all!

hands at 10 and 2 i am the whole truth so help me God i swear i own this road this neck of the woods this way i'll prove it sign it in chalk and date it tear it  on the dashed line keep one half mail the other this highway's not a ribbon it's a zipper unzzzipped your land rolls into my land golden sweet delicious deep let freedom ring honest  and clear as the night  eyes wild with halogen soaked promised land  mountain songs reach up palm that star the second from the right it's no lie shhhh... let me ride Rene~December 27, 2012 for d'verse "Meet The Bar"/Postmodern Experimental

this is where the scenery fades the fabric falls away the adornments drop, unclasped the paint runs down the sink this is where real life drowns out the music, upstages the acting, thunders over the applause this is where the pretending stops where the lighting  dares you to get comfortable and the kidgloves come off yet this place is a safe place for revealing scars for smoothing calluses and mending hearts and fences this house  is your home this life is your castle dwell in it richly Rene ~ 2010 Wishes for a happy and safe New Year to you all! Thank you  always, for reading and sending me such lovely words of encouragement you keep me going :)

Forget-Me-Not trembles as Night leans in Tilting his head, cupping her chin Why do you shake when I am near? You are my truest love, my dear Oh dear Night, I am not afraid Just grateful for the visit paid Lost memory is what I fear You are my truest love, my dear Night smiles winking a starry eye Now, who knows you better than I? Forget-Me-Not laughs, her joy clear You. Are my truest love, my dear Rene ~ December 21, 2012 For d'Verse Poets