Delete/Retrieve

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I woke up sad today

yes, I deleted all the unwanted thoughts from my memory

dropped them in the garbage

only to be retrieved, re-read, re-posted under sadness and hurt

never         

really 

gone

I can learn to live with this (unlikely)

sigh…

DADT-Don’t Ask Don’t Tell

a military acronym for an international game of “impossible scenarios”

filed under “promises I made to myself—but broke

following my heart, instead of my head/mind/games

chasing a dream, crazy love 

insanity for an insane thought

 

Dreamers have nothing on me

I believe in love

 

© Delete/Retrieve Lynda Filler 2018

The Vow

The Vow

© Lynda Filler, Real Love 2018

 

you read my sad, accept my lows

you take me high, make me slow

my mind

and time, our time stands still

 

can you imagine how high we can go

or will it die all that we know we are

before we begin 

 

it happens once 

sometimes never, for some

and when it does

let it be

let it flow

take the beauty, take the love, the passion

let it fortify

a journey, sometimes sad

fraught with turmoil

 

take the love

it’s meant for you

it’s all I have

it’s all I am

all I want to be

one, when I’m with you

 

place your head upon my lap

let me love you

let me take away your worries, allow me in

there is no wrong, no shame, no blame

love is all there is

 

across time and space

we’ve got the gift the world is waiting for

embrace the moments, take the high

let it fill your heart

 

and in your dark hours 

when you are alone

fighting for a world

that disappoints and hurts your heart

remember me

wherever I am, remember my love

the gift you gave me

the time we allowed our love to thrive, alive

beyond age and time

beyond reason and sanity

we basked in its joy and purity

and we loved each other

until time

until infinity

 

and if you need to leave me

I will let you go

 

© The Vow, Real Love 2018

Driftwood

 

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Driftwood

 

seductive tropical waters

glorious and turbulent seas

tides in, tides out

my body flows

a siren sings

my heart aches for thee

 

secrets, dreams, and

shattered, battered souls

like broken coral

and shifting sands

empty shells and

d r i f t w o o d

 

ancient messages

bound in aubergine seaweed

brittle, root attached

not quite ready

to give up

 

dreams once written

rusted trawlers buried stories in the sea

sailors tied up in tales

his heart to be caught

without release

 

a siren sings

I hear her echo

she calls her lover out to sea

 

are you here, my love

can you hear my plea

you know I will be gentle

bring your heart

home

to me

 

© Driftwood, I (Spy) Love    Lynda Filler 

Knockin’

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Knockin’

if love came a knockin’

I would demand protective custody

and command an investigation

I would call in the Sheriff

and ask for an enquiry

get answers to a thousand questions

I would roll up the red carpet

turn over the welcome mat

and after careful consideration

I might join you at Starbucks

and share a story or two

and look deep into your eyes

and dissect every answer

and listen to each inflection

and upon careful consideration

I would barricade my heart

and slow down my drumming soul beats

and bring out my cunning intellect

and stand strong upon my feet

because I couldn’t take another hit

so I would call upon my Bodyguard

beg him to rescue my raging hormones

protect me from my sensual leanings

incarcerate my wandering eyes

incapacitate my roving fingers

and seal my lustful lips

take my body into custody

tie me up with silken ropes

and hide me until next Valentine’s Day

because with love

I never

give up

hope

Knockin’ more of I  (Spy)  Love on Amazon 

Ashes … a poem Free LOVE REHAB

 

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LOVE REHAB   FREE  FEB. 9-13

Ashes

reflections captured

love bleeding back

mirrors mock our memories

silent tears form a track

 

yesterday’s window

time stands no longer still

love was all that mattered

rescued, against your cautious will

sage smoke circles

silver photos edges curl

half-finished love laments

smoldering pages swirl

broken hearts ambushed

ashes on the bedroom floor

dreams and smoky mirrors

siroccos whisper round the door

 

 

©Ashes, LOVE REHAB  on AMAZON FREE!

 

 

 

Rooms… a poem

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Rooms

 

my heart has many rooms

and in these rooms

I find old stories

sadness, pain, loss

and incredible moments

of joy

and love

 

I would not (ex)change

the lows

for were they not

a high waiting to happen?

were they not a fearful no

aching to become a jubilant yes!

 

if I fill my heart

with love(s)

one day I am sure

there will be no room

for bad

or sad

and (love) memories will sustain me

as I find my way Home

 

© Rooms, I (Spy) Love 

 

I (Spy) Love

I (SPY) LOVE COMPLETE-2

 

Mis-Understand

 

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Mis-Understand

 

I don’t try to understand your pain

nor empathize with what you gain

by making choices of denial

waiting for time to pass

all the while forgetting

how

to

live

 

I don’t try to understand

a choice to abstain

from love and passion

intimacy that is a God-given-gift

the closest we can ever come to

Heaven

on

Earth

 

I do understand

death and war

for death is a beginning

and wars are never ending

but Love is eternal

 

and more than that

I must agree

with the Rabbi’s message

sent to me

“the greatest of these is Love”

 

© I (Spy) Love, Lynda Filler

e. e. & me

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Secrets

 

I know

your secrets

the kind the world

would kill for

the kind a woman

would die for

 

I know this

about

you

 

I know your weaknesses

the kind the world

would exploit

the kind a woman

would cherish

 

I know this

about

you

 

I hold your heart

although as yet

you do not know

it has been stolen

but I know this

and you suspect this

about

me

 

© I (Spy) Love, Lynda Filler

Hope

 

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© Lynda Filler Photography

 

 

 

Hope

I know you are

a fantasy

                                                                             and still

 

I never

give up hope

 

 

 

 

© Lynda Filler, I (Spy) Love