61 Favorite Poems
an e-chapbook
By
Chrystine Julian
Published by Chrystine Julian at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Chrystine Julian
ISBN: 978-1-4580-1364-4
Website: http://ChrystineJulian.com
Email: ChrystineJulian@aol.com
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Introduction
This is a collection of favorite poems gleaned from my previously published works. For my fans, I think this is a quick and simple way to access your favorites. For new readers of my work I am hopeful this will be a doorway into the realms of ecstasy, passion, spirit and social consciousness which are the watermarks in my writing.
I’ll offer one suggestion: If you read a poem once and think you understand it, you probably don’t: reading it again may reveal deeper levels of meaning.
Chrystine
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to all of the people that have helped by editing, proofreading and publishing my previous books and to all the fans that have encouraged me to write more; this work would not exist without your contributions.
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Table of Contents
Soft *
Peace Falls ***
Chocolate **
Heart Sways ***
All I Know ****
The Veil ***
Tumbleweeds **
The Blanket ***
Storms ****
Come **
Night Simmers ***
Such a Cheater ***
Quid Pro Quo **
The Path ****
I Can Never Tell the Twins Apart ***
Rise *
Morning Queen Regime Change **
Date Night **
Drunk ***
Lost Love ****
My Goodness ***
My Soul Has Slept Too Long ***
Because Nothing Rhymes With Purple **
Don’t Tell Me the Way to Find God ***
Beauty ***
Slow Dance ***
Hide and Seek ***
Waltzing *
Thoughtless ***
Sculptor ***
I Found You ****
From:
* Sensual Spirit – Pawpress 2007 – Copyright 2007 Chrystine Julian
** Meandering Mindfulness – Pawpress 2009 - Copyright 2009 Chrystine Julian
*** Saddling Dragons – Smashwords 2010 - Copyright 2010 Chrystine Julian
*** ChrystineJulian.com and/or social media posts - Copyright 2011 Chrystine Julian
All selections used by permission
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Soft
Soft, ageless and as perfect as an angel's skin,
gentle, careful and cautious as a newborn's nurse,
smooth as melted chocolate, sweet as nearly hard cider,
quiet as the shore of a frozen lake.
I take on the character of the space
and then within the sanctuary of love
kneel reverently at the altar
of your memory.
Peace Falls
Peace falls on me
like a gentle snow,
muffling the din and
transforming my world
into a wonderland.
Sweet Silence
A boudoir offering
Humble and holy prayer
It begins with words and
Then ends beyond nothing
Whisper of wispy thoughts
Crystalline filigree
Delicately born beauty
Melting in monsoon love
Relevant intelligence
Drowned in sweet silence
Still Like a Pond
Just now I need to be still
like a pond sheltered from the wind.
If you glance my way
I hope that all you might perceive
is beauty; perhaps you will see
an expanse of sky or light
glowing in your own eyes.
This is my time of reflection.
Reducing Plan
A lesson, I am learning that love is all that matters.
Everything else is just dust in the making.
Love is here, now and forever.
I am on a reducing plan.
Love is all that is.
Love is all.
Love is.
Love
Chocolate
In your hands
I am chocolate
on a summer day
softened and puddled
without form smeared
within the wrapper
messy, but still sweet
touch me with your tongue
lick me from the paper
Heart Sways
My heart sways
to the smooth sounding mood music
of silence; at home in stillness
I find a soothing serenade of solace
and a quilted comforter of quiet
to wrap my soul on winter days.
Bedtime Story
The sun checks out early this time of year.
I pull up my comforter without knowing if or
When the alarm will awaken love again, but
I allow drowsiness to open a book of dreams.
As the room darkens images become bright
In this graphic novel of nocturnal notions from
My favorite author of beautiful bedtime stories.
I am delightfully enlightened by your artistry
There is no hope that you will write me into the plot.
Perhaps I might have fortune to be a bookmark placed
Between the dog-eared pages of fantasy and fulfillment.
Instead of simply another scrap ripped from a rough draft.
Love Is a Flower
Cherry blossoms wake
A smile pollinates my heart
Love is a flower
Love stems push upward
Damp dark earth births light seekers
Buds become flowers
Love is a flower
Friends turn into a garden
Delight surrounds me
All I Know
All I know of love
could fit into a thimble,
a divine tool
for sewing
the universe together.
The Veil
When compassion comes into fashion
as the accessory of necessity
in the wardrobe of our world,
and we undress our hearts
not to impress but to confess
our need for openness,
and stand hand to hand
together in love, then the veil
will become thin and we will
see that heaven has
descended around and upon us.
A Pearl Melts
A pearl melts in a glass of wine.
So my heart drops into love
and disappears,
a drink served at the table
of the divine.
There is no distinction
between the beauty
and the fluid.
I am one with all that is.
Tumbleweeds
Blown across the tan sand
and chaparral grass by
summer’s charred winds
we tangle together as
the bristled thorns of two
tumbleweeds torn from
temporal youth and
shallow roots; sharp
and unattractive but
free and inseparable
The Blanket
I am wrapped in a blanket
woven from combed and carded
strands of beauty, peace, stillness,
compassion and love.
I marvel at the geometry of its design,
complexity of textures and
the precision of its detail.
As I nap beneath its influence
dreams create new worlds.
Storms
I stuck my tongue out
at stormy weather and
discovered the pure taste
of rain;
every moment holds a
mystery to be uncovered.
Water Melancholy
A marine layer hangs low and thick
as a cloudy cap pulled down over her eyes.
It shades the view and mutes the sound of memories.
The melody of her water melancholy
emerged riding on a broken shell that
crashed with the breakers on the rocks.
Dissonant notes reach inward at irregular rhythm.
She wades in tears pooled by the receding passion tide,
singing a song unheard except by the gulls and wind.
It has a familiar feel, but she can't dance to it.
Come
Come!
We are waiting
Bring your laughter
Join our dance