The SELF

The brutality of the SELF,
I am scared of dealing with MYSELF,
Dealing with my own INNER PAIN.
I can no longer shut it out;
the universe isn't making it any easier
for me to stop from dealing with it.
HIS in charge of this journey,
He's removed them all from my LIFE.
The SELF love,
Becoming One with my self.
God you're in charge,
If I didn't believe in YOU,
I wouldn't have heard the words,
"OPEN YOUR EYES"
I am left with just ME?
Being by myself is something frightening.
GOD you said I shouldn't be frightened.
That you will be with me.
You want me to show more kindness
to myself.
That TODAY I become my own
Best friend I concentrate on ME.
I respect MYSELF, Love and be kind to myself.
Thank you GOD for allowing,
these great prophets to open my eyes.
My weary heart that's been rejected
So many times as well,
You bring me into  a world,
Where people crave off my emotions,
Sending me off to run away
From being with MYSELF.
I can not allow anyone to make
me feel less of a person,
that I should create happiness
For MYSELF.
My acceptance of myself,
my low self esteem will be GONE.
With loving MYSELF more,
And knowing God’s unconditional
Love reassures me that I won't
Be in this LIFE in pain,
But I'll be in  a place
Of love,peace,serenity and kindness,
Generosity, strength, blessings.
Acceptance of the SELF.

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved.

Celebrating Life

Celebrating Life

“The more you praise and celebrate your life,

 the more there is in life to celebrate.”

It was a day of despair

As I walk through the paths that leads up to

The only woman that has ever loved me,

Just remembering the glow in her eyes

As she would wait for me open arms

As I would walk up to her and she closed

Me into the warmth of her heart.

Facing this stone right now,

As I slowly letting my finger

Fall into the words scribbled on the stone.

Sometimes I think about life

And I wonder what celebrations

Is yet too come,

The birth of a baby, the day she goes to school,

Turning around as you see her aging into

A beautiful young lady,

Her graduation from high school,

Her first day at college, graduation,

Planning her life as she enters adulthood,

Getting married, her first born,

Her children growing up as they

Start their lives.

Her first grandchild, life goes on never ending,

But if we just stop for one moment and think

Of all the good that has come into your life,

The love you’ve received from baby until

You have to say your goodbyes.

I’m standing right at the foot end of a gray stone,

Where the only woman I have looked up to,

Is laying to rest, ten years has gone by.

She is no longer with us in this life,

But she left behind so many great amazing

Traditions that we have to carry on.

Celebrating birthdays, Christmas, New Years, Easter

To name but a few, but the most important of them all,

Would be to celebrate life.

To live each day as it comes,

Never hinder on the one you’ve lost too long,

Because they want you to seek happiness,

To get on with life, each day thank god

For giving you the life you have.

I am going to start celebrating life.

Celebrating my life.

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

Poetry Picnic Week#4

”Summer Vacations, Grandparents,  and Anniversaries”

 

 

I Thought I am going too write about something that has two of the themes in, one grandparents and anniversaries, but also focusing on the celebration of life.

We sometimes take life for granted.

This poem is also dedicated to the 11/09/2001

Also happy anniversary to JP community

2010/2011

 

 

Optic Illusion

Optic Illusion

The creations of what we feed to our minds

We come to the realization,

That what is out there can be seen

If we keep our eyes on what it reaches,

For days we have been living in this atmosphere,

Where certain pictures gets created and inside

Our minds we develop what we want it to be,

Deep in your subconscious you’ve created him.

Even though I know he isn’t here anymore.

A life taken unexpectedly,

Not ready to walk back into the light,

He hears your cries and your pleading.

Just when he was about to walk through he heard

A girl’s voice calling him,

“I need you, you promised you wont leave.”

Stopping him in his tracks.

“I should go back,”

He says, contemplating which way.

He holds his hand up to the guard

Standing a few feet away from this crystal gate.

“Can I go back just until she’s okay.”

The guard stood up and he walks

To the young man.

“You have a choice, either you leave now

And go with me, or you stay and wait for eternal life later.”

The boy stood he have to make a choice,

Its either he goes now, but he heard her cry once again.

“Sir I love her she is all I had. We grew up never

leaving each other side.”

The guard looked passed the young man’s

Shoulder and saw a girl on

A lonely bed in a room where she is

Strapped to a bed. The guard felt his

Eyes wet as a lonely tear fell down his face.

“Son you should go back, be with her till

she is okay to let you go.”

The young man grabs the guard and hugged him.

“Thank you.”

He turned around and walked away from the light.

Away from the crystal gate that was waiting

On his return.

This is a story of what love can do,

Even if you don’t believe in the illusions

Our minds create for us, but living

Through visions which I was gifted with

As young child, I always knew

That this girl is going to find her faith

And let him go home.

My Entry For Poetry Potluck Week #43 , “Life in Free Verse!

“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.”

My entry for Poets Rally week # 48

Enchantment

Enchantment

Your touch masculine and tender,

Bristling on my shoulder as your tongue

Leaves a tender longing, moulding me into you.

A touch enchanting as lips moves

From shoulder up to my jaw line,

As you capture the bottom of my lips,

Wanting you to explore each part of my mouth,

Devouring me, that familiar taste,

More harder, rougher, yet passionately

Smouldering, my senses alerting me,

That I once were touched in every curve,

In every part of my naked form.

By the one my heart were connected to.

As we both without taking a minute longer.

As we rush to see each others naked bodies,

Sweating from our foreheads,

As we touch each other in familiar places.

Like I have recorded it in memory.

As your lips burn onto my skin.

Touching and placing your thumbs underneath my bosoms.

As you delicately went to grab one nipple

Into your mouth,

Our eyes never leaving.

As your arousal were pressed against my womanhood.

Undressing me from my underwear,

As you gently lay me down.

That fiery passionate look in your eyes.

The green turned darker as a smile crest upon your lips.

Your masculine body lay upon mine,

As your manhood reached inside of me,

That familiar feeling of being with you.

Of having that moment of pure ecstasy.

As you thrush and hold me in your broaden embrace.

Nothing feminine of what once was in an enchanting lovemaking.


My Entry for Poetry Potluck #48 ,

“Passionate Nights of Love”

Love Lifted Me

His love has carried me through the darkest hours
Of my life,
When I couldn’t see far beyond
The distant shores,
When Hell was hanging over my head,
I knew its either I swim to that shore or give up trying.
As I hear this singing voices far beyond
As my eyes could see,
Nothing,
But I know I heard the voices,
So beautifully as the words cling to me,
Love lifted me,
When nothing else could,
Love lifted me.
It’s in that moment as the darkness of hell was washed away,
I found my head under water,
But I saw a bright light from deep down as I look up,
Trying hard to catch air in my lungs without,
Any warning I saw a hand reaching out to me,
A vision of a beautiful angelic angel,
As the words came back,
Love lifted me
When nothing else could,
God send out his angels to save a wreck like me.
In his eyes I was someone worthy to be loved and saved
From the chains of the past.

9/06/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Poetry Potluck Week #41, "Saints, Monks and Meditation"!!

Hidden Tears

Hidden Tears

There you go again,

Putting on that smile,

When the world knows

You're broke inside,

Life has its ups and downs.

We all fight to hold onto

A better tomorrow,

Tonight will come when you

Let the tears fall,

Your pillow wet of yester years

Memories, burdens upon you

Beautiful scarred heart.

You are doing this or that

Putting your former lovers

Cares before your own.

Putting yours last at all cost,

But you can only be strong

So long before you break down.

At some point, at some time

Those tears will break loose

And once that happens,

She will find new hope

And love at the same time.

 

20/05/2011

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Poetry Potluck theme of this week #46 “Love and its not being there” !!!...  

Our Sensual Lovemaking

 Its that moment I first look into your eyes,

As that beautiful smile caress your lips,

I knew at that moment all I want is to

Taste you, to hold you and to make you

Feel what desire you in still inside me,

That butterflies in my stomach,

When you look at me with love in your eyes,

It’s that moment I first shared with you,

Showing you what sensual desires hits me

Whenever I am near you,

As our  lust filled eyes were focus on each other.

I kissed her with eased passion,

As we undressed each other.

When I laid you down on the white satin sheets,

Dark eyes hover above her own,

Softly I kissed you, as I make sure

You’re okay, you nod your head.

I am dying too touch every core of you,

As my finger tips stroke your body,

Caressing your breast as I can feel the nub

Underneath my finger wanting me

To taste it, my head in between the bosoms

Of your beautiful shaped breast,

You looked into my eyes, as yours turn darker,

I knew at that moment what is coming next,

As we both underneath the soft silky sheets.

Our tongues devouring there other,

Our first time of sweet love making,

Worshipping your body, as it should.

The moans in my ears, the biting on my bottom lip,

“Please.” Came from your lips,

As my hands find way cupping you wet centre.

Fingers dip & pressed, but not completely entering,

Causing louder moans coming from the girl.

She shifted her hip as, gasping with pleasure

As fingers slid through her heated core.

The rhythm of your breathing and the tender heartbeat,

Under me, giving me a beat,

Her tears, her moans, were like music to my ears.

The feeling of my tongue on her clit

And two extra fingers inside her

Was more then what she could handle.

Her stomach was tightened as the desire

Of lovemaking explodes within her,

A long shuddered scream, as her body

Violently raked over and over.

Meaning :

To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections, as leaves are to the life of trees. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.


My Inspiration came from sensual love ballads, i use to it let the words fill me & explore places i have never been, this is my entry for Poetry Potluck Week # 39 "Inspired by a song"

His Coming Is Near

Upon the shores off each town,

Waters swell up as it spread over

The earth,

His anger,
 devastated on what is happening.

The world needs a cleanse from all debris,

As rains pour down from the dark thunderous,

Clouds people running to save their loved ones.

Maybe this is the coming where we should built

An ark as Noah and his sons has made,

Save the ones who are pure hearted.

His anger starts to break loose

As criminals over take the land,

Beating wives,
killing the innocent,

Prisons flooded with men, rapist, thieves,

He washed away the walls of prisons.

Who keep these men safe from the outside world?

His voice wants to sing with joy,

But the lightning strike more & more.

As trees fall down.

Nowhere to run.

Save what you can.
The only thing saving us from the wicked storms.

Is our faith, he doesn’t want too hurt us,

But he has no way out to protect the world

From evil doings,

Striking seas swelling high over cities,

Lifting houses, till there’s nothing ,
but  land just like it was
in the beginning
it will be
in the end.



Copyright C Davids 30/05/2011

This is my entry for poetry potluck week #38 , "Thunderstorms, Floods and Water fury"...
This is also my entry for Thursday Poets Rally week #45.

Ode Fairy Tale

Ode Fairy Tale

The fairy tale that first started in 1981,
By the Prince Charles and his lovely new Princess Diana,
For years the royal clan never knew that the first born of their first born son
Were one day going to follow the
Tradition of the Ode Fairy tale of his parents.
William and Kate finding each other,
Romancing his lovely wife to be into his Princess.
Will the folk of England fall in love with
Princess Katherine just like they fell
In love with his first Princess, the mother of the future king.
Ode to Royalty, Ode to a whole new Fairy tale.

29/04/2011

This is my entry for Week 35 Poetry Potluck :  "Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses"

I Sketch You From Memory

Whenever I close my eyes

I see you standing in front of me,

That smile on your face was what got me to fall.

A lifetime without those smiles brought tears

To my hazel brown eyes,

I see the beauty within you,

That halo you once wore around your head,

Laughing and hearing your voice,

The giggling deep within your throat,

Oh that is a sketch I want to treasure for years to come.

Those smile, that eyes, all of it,

Tracing my pencil careful around the structure,

As I come to your cute button nose,

Those cheeks I was longing to caress,

Those lips, luscious and soft, tasting

Of cherry chap stick,

As each line, each curve of my fingers

Fell over sketching all I’ve seen in memory

Opening the drawers of every light I have seen you in.

 I underline the features of what you were to me,

My sketches was for you, it was a dedication

Of my love for you.

I’ll sketch you from memories that once hold my forever.

Copyright C Davids

10/05/2011


Poetry Potluck Week 36, "Sketches, Images and Impressions"

When all is Gone

When all is Gone

I miss so many things of what was.

The morning emails,

The goodnight calls,

The waking up to a smiley face,

How I miss you both now,

I always thought we would have each other

We promised each other we would never

Say goodbye, we would never forget.

Yet here I am still wondering

How things has changed.

Some say change is good,

I say change is bad.

When all is gone,

And nothing to hold onto.

It hurts because I miss you all.

The phone calls, the IM’s

Seeing your faces on the web cam.

Your presence in my life is missed,

It was like learning how to walk all over again.

Because you were there to keep my hand,

You just always knew how I felt,

When all is gone.

06/05/2011

Poetry Potluck Week 34

 

"Justice"

On a hill faraway lay rows of soldiers
Whose sacrificed their lives for there country, to see justice.
To see a decade later the man whose
Been the mastermind behind the pentagon in washington state, the twin towers, the world trade centre fall apart.
It may have been a nation that came to a complete standstill,
But outside of USA, was a world
Coming also to a complete halt as that
Very attack made history,
Tears were shed world wide,
Families who lost a loved one
Never got there closure,
Never got to say there final goodbyes
How many of us ever take a moment
No matter where you are in this world
And think for one moment and pray
In silence for justice, for this all to end
One man, one idea, one thought.
One president, and all his advisers, his vision to let those who have lost someone in the 9/11 know ,Justice will be prevail, the death of a monster that is Bin Laden, may he burn in hell for thousands of decades.
All souls can rest now we have seen Justice.





Poetry Potluck Week 33 Theme:  "Doubts, Fears, Inhibitions,  and Hesitation"

These words just came to me as I read my friends journal where he said"They got the guy who killed my dad" those words hit deep within my heart as there so many sons and daughters whose lost a father in the 9/11, this boy treasure the memories of his dad when he was a boy, I remember being 17 years old when this happened in 2001, its ten years later, how many of us feared or doubt that we'd never see this day of 01 May 2011. I'm not an American but I'm sharing the happiness with all my fellow american friends.

"Lyrics & Me"

Firstly there are two types of girls
There are the ones who love a good beat
Then there are the ones who look up
On the Internet the minute they hear
A really great song,
I am a lyrical girl.
I love music that can strike a chord inside me,
Help me by reaching that goal.
To wash over me with soulful
Explosive lyrics, songs from Skillet,
When I am lost and alone in the dark,
Casting Crowns to strengthen my faith
Country music like Sara Evans to be a bit stronger,
Rascal Flats, what hurts the most?
Evan & Jaron, the distance between two souls.
You are my song, souls searching for
That one particular song
That has lyrics that spoke to the broken-hearted.
Whether they take me to another memory,
To feel that pain, those tears that fell
At night missing the people who I once loved.
Yes music and lyrics are my life.

Copyright C Davids, 25/04/2011

This my entry for Poetry Potluck week 32, "Muse, Art, Music and Poetry"!!

Thank You Jingle for this award

Exhaustion

Exhaustion              

Tired, weary eyes walking around,

The life I have come to live

In the darkness just me and you

As I lay awake talking to you,

I beg you even, kissing your feet.

Just an hour or maybe two

I start to get greedy, because

I know you are laughing.

My body is slowly drifting away.

Another place darkness succumb

As I hear the windy trees against

My windowsills.

Why again, you don’t want to leave.

Abide by the rules I toss and turn.

The pain in my back, the pain in my sides.

Goodness me I keep thinking I’m dying,

Self-consciously talking to you,

Like you a somebody.

You’ve got a hold on my sleep,

My achy body isn’t even functioning.

To fight you off.

I am going to get you one of these days.

If only it was true because tonight,

You right back taking my sleep.

Telling me have fun, exhaustion takes over me.

Copyright C Davids 14/04/2011


I am sitting with this daily...I have not had any sleep in days....I hope it change the minute my mind shuts off....To give me peace of mind..

Poetry Potluck Week#40 : "Void, Loneliness and Sorrow".... Don't be too sad though..  Just join us..and fight this fear together.

One Sided Love

One Sided Love

Call it one sided,

Call it unrequited love.

I am struggling with remembering,

How you fell in love with me,

While I was already with someone.

We were best friends you and I

We couldn’t fight our feelings,

But I was with another,

Remember how I told you that

That you should move on

And find another to love.

This is really difficult now,

Because here I found myself single

And the coin has flipped over,

My heart now search for yours,

But it’s gone, taken by another.

I never thought I’d be in this situation.

How our love was one sided

When the other was with someone,

Now the roles has reversed

And I am at that very place where you were

For six months holding onto me,

And finally I let the words slip

From my lips, that I don’t want you.

Call it one sided,

Call it unrequited love.

Call it a lover’s foolishness.

This is my entry for Week 31, Poetry Potluck "These are a few of my favorite things"!!
This is my favourite things which is odd, because I am writing what the muse of Tragedy(Melpomene) puts out there for me, so right now this is my favourite things. Acceptance on the award to Jingle.



Poetry Month Clambake Wk 3, my entry for this week.

Award From Luna's Clambake

Poetic Asides , day 13 of the National Poetry Month.
For today's prompt, write a poem that remembers an old relationship. This relationship does not have to be romantic. It could be a departed (or estranged) family member, old friend, former teacher, or even just someone you briefly encountered. And the relationship may have even been one-sided or seemingly insignificant to the other person. So let's all dig deep into our memory banks and see what we can draw out today.

Maybe love isn’t for me

We search and we search

And we get to the bridge of that

One thing where we have to hand over

Our hearts,

And you question yourself into

The ground,

Asking yourself,

Why?

Then you stop to think?

Just maybe love isn’t for me.

Day 11 of National Poetry Month @ Poetic Asides (Prompt was Maybe( blank)

4:20PM

Its 4:20PM I am sitting here alone,
Memories is whirling inside my mind,
I have tried to bury them deep down
Under the covers yet it shoot like bullets back into gear.

Its 4:20PM on another Sunday afternoon hoping for once not to have you back.
Do I ever cross your mind,
Do you ever think of me,
The days we would talk endlessly.

Its 4:20PM another day almost gone
Storms has settled yet I've never heard back from you.
Its been almost nearly a year last.
I thought this time you would miss me,
I guess its time to stop the clock from getting to another 4:20PM.



This is day 9 of Poetry Month entry from Poetic Asides prompt: Time...

My entry for this weeks Poetry Potluck week 29, i havent come up with a theme poem....

The Rain is falling down

The Rain is falling down

The rain is falling down

And you stand there not moving,

Your tears are burning your cheeks,

But if you show them your weakness

They laugh at you seeing you just a fake.

Lost and alone she is in this world

Trying to find herself,

She fights daily this inner battle,

Guarding her heart from those whose hurt her,

She gives up and lies down not fight for what she deserves,

Drowning in her sorrow, she tried to reach out,

But it just came crashing down on her

She stands through her pain,

Wanting a helping hand,

But how can she when the pain she is living

With is drowning her battle to be alive

To walk with her head held high and make

Use of what’s left of this world.

Her face up to the clouds

Water crashing down,

She falls to her knees,

The tears never stopping burning her face,

Asking for penitence, laying her heart out

Trying to get her life,

To stop the fears that is whispering in her ear,

With holding her from the peace,

That she deserves, stand up they say,

Chanting lift up your head, stop the tears from falling,

But they just don’t know what she is wrestling with,

The hurt, the anger, the pain, the love lost.

God please through all this pain, the weakness within her,

Give her strength make her see that what’s lost can be found.

This is a girl, who is trying so hard to face life daily,

Being the good person she is, but people break her down,

Taking and taking from her, never receiving,

Here she is God wanting to change her frown into a smile.

She wants to be found; the only way is stop running away.

Copyright C Davids, 2011


Poetry Potluck week 34

This is for my entry for Short Story Slam #3 Thanks for the Award