Poetry
Time after time, two lovers return
To meet face-to-face and eye-to-eye.
With just one touch, their passions burn.
Each time they meet, a lesson to learn,
Past lives to relive, and once again die.
Time after time, two lovers return
To the wrong place and time, again to yearn.
Adulterous lovers are bound to cry.
With just one touch, their passions burn.
A ring on his finger, their one concern.
They deny each other and say goodbye.
Time after time, two lovers return
To the right place and time. True love is earned.
They meet face-to-face, he smiles, she sighs.
With just one touch, their passions burn.
Love at first sight, a lesson learned.
Be true to your heart and don't ask why.
Time after time, two lovers return.
With just one touch, their passions burn.
Copyright 2002 Bobbie Ann Pimm
(a meditation)
everything i am
is all that there is
here and now
is then and there
all that there is
is everything i am
i am here and there
i am now and then
i am all that there is
One ...
connected
i am alone
yet not
i hear the roar
of the voices of eternity
in the winds of time
i am in darkness
yet not
i see the light
of the love of humanity
emanating from within
i am One ...
connected
and i am never alone
© 2002 Bobbie Ann Pimm
Subliminal at first,
yet I scratch nonetheless.
It itches more.
I scratch more;
Until the skin reddens,
and it welts;
and still I scratch,
deeper and deeper
until it bleeds.
And the blood
mingles with the water
from my tears,
cleansing the wounds
caused by the scratching
of the surface
of the lies
I've told myself.
With time the balm
of truth soothes, and
it begins to heal.
© 2002 Bobbie Ann Pimm
If Nothing could speak
what would it say?
At five,
it often says,
"Please," and "Thank you,"
just as it is taught.
At ten,
Nothing says
whatever mom and dad
or teacher
wants to hear.
At fifteen,
Nothing says
nothing
to no one.
At twenty,
Nothing only listens
to the cries
of the children
and husband.
At thirty,
Nothing finds a voice
and has a lot to say,
but these things
no one wants to hear.
At forty,
Nothing is no more.
Something has taken
its place and
She speaks
loud and strong;
and sometimes even
eloquently (so She's been told)
Something strongly advises Nothing,
to speak or yell or cry or write.
Something urges,
do not let Nothing go unheard.
© 2001 Bobbie Ann Pimm
You don't know where you're going
You're looking for a sign
You keep asking for the answers
To the questions in your mind
You think that no one's there for you
You're afraid you're all alone
No one really cares for you
You must struggle on your own
The angels looking over you
Know what you're going through
They want to help in any way
They know what you should do
The answers that you search for
Are deep within your heart
Be bold and listen to them
That's the place where you must start
The sign that you are seeking
Is right before your eyes
Trust that what your heart hears
Is telling you no lies
Rainbows, smiles, the stars above
Speak volumes every day
Find your answers in them
Hear what they have to say
Niggling feelings deep inside
Scream at you to hear
Your instinct tells you what is true
The Angels speak -- have no fear
© 1999 Bobbie Ann Pimm
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