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Her one guilty pleasure

 

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As her pen touched the paper

Flames erupted from the ink which flowed

Writing was her one guilty pleasure

It was all she had ever known

 

And the erotic words danced pleasurably

On each sultry and seductive page

This was the role she was chosen for

To dance freely on a paper stage

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Poetry prompt: Her pen touched the paper, flames erupted from the ink that flowed.

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Sparklers

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Sprinkles of luminous magic

Cascade all around

Tiny golden sparkles

Fall lazily to the ground

Each sizzle and zap

Causes smiles to abound

Yet in the end all turns to ash

Not even a remnant to be found

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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In memory of you…

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For all the wars when we lost someone

For those heart wrenching nights when the battles weren’t won

For the hours when many stood boldfaced

For the many who returned feeling sadly disgraced

For the ones who gave their lives so we could be free

For the many who faced torture and didn’t flee

For all the soldiers who fought brave and tall

For the sacrifices so many made for us all

I’m proud to reflect on everything you gave

And today I weep for you as you lie in your graves

 

Written by, Michelle Cook

 

*Dedicated to my grandfather Robert W. Gordon who served in WWII


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We’d be free… free just to be.

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I wish I had a friend who would pretend with me once more

Masquerading away the day, we’d be silly and free

Free to be a princess, a pirate, or even a superhero

Regardless of whomever we wanted to be

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be five once again…

To feel alive again…

 

I wish I had a friend who would ride bikes with me all day

Riding around the neighborhood, we’d be silly and free

Free to explore the park, the zoo, or even the beach

Regardless of wherever we wanted to go

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be ten once again…

To feel alive again…

 

I wish I had a friend who would spend some time with me

Bumming around together, we’d be silly and free

Free to hang out at the arcade, go bowling, or even catch a movie

Regardless of whatever we decided to do

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be fifteen once again…

To feel alive again…

 

I wish I had a friend who could understand what I’m going through

Never-ending late night talks, we’d be silly and free

Free to discover who we are, speak honestly, and become forever friends

Regardless of whatever we discovered about each other

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be twenty once again…

To feel alive again…

 

I wish I had a friend who would help me make tough decisions

Coming alongside me, we’d be silly and free

Free to dream, think, and consider the future

Regardless of whatever we planned

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be twenty-five once again…

To feel alive again…

 

I wish I had a friend who would help me be a better parent

Giving me some guidance, we’d be silly and free

Free to learn how to cope, adjust, and love unconditionally

Regardless of whatever we learned

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be thirty once again…

To feel alive again…

 

I wish I had a friend who could help me fix my marriage

Lending me their shoulder, we’d be silly and free

Free to face problems together, comfort one another, and show compassion

Regardless of whatever we experienced

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be thirty-five once again…

To feel alive again…

 

I wish I had a friend who would make me feel young again

Through words of reassurance, we’d be silly and free

Free to laugh at ourselves, cry at times, and encourage one another

Regardless of our age

We’d be free

Free just to be

Oh to be forty once again…

To feel alive again…

 

To be continued when I’m older… ❤

 

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: April 13, 2016

Escaping the past…

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The clutches of everyday life were dragging her down
She could hardly breathe or even make a sound
Suffocating and strangled by forever being inside
She tried endlessly to find a way to escape the idle ride
Then a thought came to her late one night
So she decided what she would do to escape her plight
The next day she set forth to implement her plan
She would finally escape her woes and so off she ran
She climbed every mountain and searched every sea
Longing for what she needed to finally be free
When she eventually discovered just what she was missing
It was as if somebody knew exactly what she had been wishing
She finally found the life that she had always hoped to find
She never would have discovered it without leaving the past behind

 
Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: January 6, 2016

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The heart of freedom…

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Desperately needing
Ever wanting
Always hoping
Forever longing
Constantly seeking
Lovingly searching
Finally finding
Unabashed freedom

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally Posted: December 11, 2015

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Restless thoughts…

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I want to share my whole heart with you today

Give you a glimpse into the inner workings of my mind

My soul begs to be set free

And yet it’s been chained deep within a cavern of forgotten dreams

I’ve been trying to escape my bindings

Hopeful that I may eventually stand firmly on my feet once more

And yet my body doesn’t respond to my daily pleas for freedom

Instead it continually insists on dragging me down

Leaving me to fight for the last bit of air available

I’m left just out of reach of the abundant life which swirls around me

Taunting me from every angle and leaving me restless

I’m beginning to wonder if anything will ever again settle into place

Just wish wholeness could be mine once again

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: July 31, 2016

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A place of wonder throughout the years

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A sea of emerald green

Crystallized and pristine

Saturates my thirsty skin

Elevating my sinking chin

Each pulsating wave

Gently tugs and pulls

Affirming how the sea

Is tethered to my soul

Boosted up upon each surge

Then dragged easily back down

I endeavor to be buoyant

Since the fallout is to drown

The ocean feels alive

Splashing against my bones

Lifting me effortlessly up

I float freely on its sparkling throne

The refreshment of each wave

Quenches my playful desire

And soon the tide rushes in

Raising me even higher

The sound of the churning foam

Rings loudly within my ears

Speaking softly to my heart

A place of wonder throughout the years


 Written by, Michelle Cook


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#MidnightMadness – 3/21/2017

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“Can anyone truly be happy if they aren’t free?”

~Belle (Beauty and the Beast)


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Wishing on a star…

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Twinkle twinkle little star
Out beyond the world so far
Do you see me standing here?
Reaching out to pull you near?
I’m making a heartfelt wish
Under the flicker of your light
Praying that you’ll stay with me
All through this cold winter night
Send your shimmering love
Straight down here to set me free
Please set it lovingly ablaze
For all the world to see

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Crushing on words…

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Oh words…

How I love you so

All I can say is

Please never go

I’d be a basket case

If you ever left

I wouldn’t survive

I‘d be completely bereft

I need the passion

Which you exude

You put me in

The best of moods

So promise me

You’ll never leave

I’m begging here

Down on my knees

I swear to make you

Sound real good

If you just visit

Like you should

I’ll even share you

With my friends

Perhaps you can visit

Their creative pens

The world needs you

But especially me

For you’re what makes

My heart soar free

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Yes, I admit I’m a hermit

 

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Yes I admit I’m a hermit

Some people don’t like it one bit

But I really do enjoy my time alone

So please don’t throw a fit

This recluse life it suits me

For I have not many friends

But there’s one thing I’ve got plenty of

And that’s tons and tons of pens

So though I may be a solitarian

I’m certainly doing just fine

For I’ve got me a load of paper

And plenty of words in which to rhyme

Having company hinders my thinking

The creative process just can’t flow

So if you come by a knocking

I’ll probably just tell you to go

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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A wise woman once said…

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“Like my daddy always used to say…

Nobody can ruin your day, without your permission.”  ~NP Shawn

 


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Him vs. Her – Is this for real?

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It’s been awhile since I wrote a Him vs. Her, and there’s been a few things that I’ve wanted to share, so here goes…

As I’ve spoken of in recent days, hubby and I have been having quite a bit of trouble getting through these past two years.  We’re coming up on 23 years of marriage in February and although things haven’t been the best, I see a ton of progress being made in our relationship.

One thing that has recently changed, is the fact that hubby began to ask himself why we weren’t connecting the way we ought to be.  He started praying about a lot of things that he had been struggling with, and asking God to show him where he was going wrong.

One morning he suddenly woke up, and announced to me that he was no longer going to be the man that just let life pass him by.  He vowed to encourage me in my own faith, to stop withholding his love from me, and promised to become the man that I deserve.

I was quite taken back from his sudden change of heart.  I truly wondered if he was serious.  After so many years of me feeling rejected and unloved by him, I wondered why he wanted to change now.  I was actually a bit angry at first, and wondered why he waited almost 23 years to change his tune and be the man that I had always hoped he would be.

It’s been about a month now, and my head is still spinning from the changes that I see in him.  I still have my doubts that things will stay this way and I am unsure of how to act sometimes, because I had gotten so used to feeling as if I didn’t matter to him.  I felt ignored, unimportant, and very unhappy most of the time.

So now confusion is setting in.  I keep asking myself… Is this real?  Will this last? And do I really want to give him a chance to fix what’s been broken for so long?  My stubborn side tells me not to give in; warns me that he had his chance, and reminds me that my heart has since moved on.  And yet the part of me that has never stopped loving him, tells me to forgive and forget; to let go of the past and move forward, because obviously God has taken his heart and changed it for the good.

I feel vulnerable in accepting the possibility that he really has changed.  I feel like I could wake up tomorrow and be taken for granted once again.  I don’t think I can handle another 23 years of feeling that way and I’m almost fearful of being blindsided and letting that happen again.

I have become stronger in these last two years.  Learning to be more independent of him because he wasn’t always there, and quite honestly, I grew to love the freedom of being alone, because it meant that I didn’t have to continue feeling rejected by him.  I used writing as my escape and felt like I didn’t need him anymore.

So now, I have a choice to make.  I am struggling every day to either accept this unexpected gift that apparently God has given me, or throw it all away because I’m stubborn and tired of trying.  It sounds like an easy choice, and yet I’m fighting against my own will to keep myself from getting hurt.  My heart just won’t let me forget all the suffering and the pain, which plagued me for so long.  And yet I know what I must do.

In recent days, I have been blessed with loving words of affirmation, by my husband who is trying so very hard to make things right.  Tonight I spent some time going through all the notes that he’s been leaving for me over the past month, and I affixed them to the tree that I painted on my office wall.  I decided that I needed these loving reminders, to help me move forward.  I need to forget the years of bad memories and replace them with the good ones that we are finally making together.  I think I may eventually win this battle after all.

 

No talking back!

I’ve always felt bad for sharing what’s on my mind.  Maybe this sort of feeling stems from my childhood, back when children were to be “seen and not heard.”  I wasn’t allowed to voice my opinions about anything or express my emotions without being told I was, “talking back.”

I was a very shy and quiet child, but as the years went by, I grew completely tired of having to stay quiet.  My mother was happy with me, as long as I did what I was told and didn’t interrupt.  By the time high school rolled around, I had had enough of being silent, and I began rebelling against my mother.

I think I threw her into a tizzy the day I finally left home.  My mother had kept me in a submissive rut for too many years.  She stifled my ability to have friends and had controlled my entire life.  I couldn’t take it any longer and after she dared me to leave, I was all too eager to accept the invitation.

After the last yelling match we ever had, I ran to my room in a huff, packed a bag, and left before she even had a chance to know what I was up to.  I never looked back and I’ve never once regretted my decision.  It felt so good to finally be free.  Yes, I was only 18 years old at the time and I hadn’t even finished high school yet, but I was determined to make it on my own and I did.

Still to this day, I find it easy to let go of people in my life who try to drag me down; especially those who try to control me.  And I feel so awful for the people around me, who let others get away with controlling them.  I also have no room for people who really don’t want to be a part of my everyday life and those who would rather keep me at arm’s length.  I lived that sort of life for far too long and life is too short to live like that again.

I suppose that’s why in the last year, I’ve turned to writing poetry.  I can say what I want, without anybody really knowing what I am actually writing about.  I can be serious, funny, or completely imaginative.  That’s the wonderful thing about writing, I can tell any story I want, true or not, and I don’t have to answer to anybody for it.  This is what I love most about blogging and this is why I continue to write.

WordPress has become sort of a home away from home for me.  It allows me to share my daily burdens and pain, along with my hopes and dreams for the future.  It’s the only place I can really share my heart completely and not be told to keep silent.  There’s freedom in being able to share one’s deepest thoughts and desires and there’s happiness in being able to express one’s ideas and viewpoints without criticism.  So thank you to all of you for being such good listeners and for offering your love and support along the way.  It’s meant the world to me.  ~M