Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Flying 8-15-2012


Floating, dipping, gliding,
I feel so light and airy.

lifted up and weightless
I go without a care.

My mind is free,
My body benign.

I'm floating away,
More dreams to find.

No troubles do I have,
My cares are simply none.

In my dreams I'm flying
And every battle I have won!

                        P. Contreras

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Mother Bear August 2012

He's not perfect, I know this in my mind
But in my heart, he is nothing less.

He shares all the little idiosyncrasies
that I have carried for so long.

Inheriting not just the good,
but the bad and annoying.

With all this, I know still
that the best part is his heart.

For unlike others he see's with
his heart not his eye's.

And judges not even those
who try to judge him.

I am biased I know, but I am
Mother Bear.

Do not harm him with hands
or words for fear,
that I will come and my claws I will show.

Loudly they will proclaim
that he is mine
and I am Mother Bear.

                  P. Contreras

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

In the Meadow of Life 1989

In the Meadow of Life

In the Meadow of Life
The large tree was beautiful and strong looking, sinewy with knots that bulged here and there.
His branches were growing in a symmetric way that gave him a look of grandeur.
The smaller tree stood beside it living in the shade and strength that the larger tree provided.
They grew there side by side leaning this way and that with the wind, growing closer and closer.
The grass was green beneath their branches and when their leaves did fall, they fell softly to the thick grass below.
His trunk was solid and his branches reached down to embrace the smaller tree.
Their leaves move this way and that and their limbs are entwined.
Her every branch reaches up to him and when he touches her it is as if her leaves have been rustled by a warm wind.
Their roots are intertwined and become one, that can never be undone.

                         P. Contreras

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Death By Chocolate 8-5-2012

Death By Chocolate

It has been two long days
And no chocolate in sight.
I was craving it bad
And there wasn't a bite.

I had looked in the cupboards,
I had looked in the fridge.
If I didn't have it soon
It would be a big binge.

Madly I drove
Today to the store
To pick up some
Chocolate, and a little bit more.

Running the isles
To fill up my list,
I can't forget isle six
Or the chocolate I'll miss.

On my way home the
Chocolate I eye,
I must have a piece
Or I think I will die.

One hand on the wheel
And one on the bar,
I struggle to open it
While driving the car.

My attention is elsewhere
And not on the street.
I must have this concoction,
I must have this sweet.

I swerve the car
To just miss another
I've realized now
That I must recover.

I really don't want my
Epitaph to read,
"Death by Chocolate,
She just had the need".

           P. Contreras

Friday, August 3, 2012

Morning 8-3-2012

It's very early morning
And I stretch and yawn,
Go back to bed
It's not even dawn.

My body is tired,
While my brain is awake.
What to do, what to do
As I hesitate.

My body rolls over
While my mind is spinning,
I haven't decided yet
Which one is winning.

Get up, Get up!
My Brain yells at me,
With eyes barely open
I can hardly see.

It's cold outside and
I've decided to keep
My body in this bed
And go back to sleep.

                     P. Contreras

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Rain July 2012

Faltering, but unending raindrops
Like knives cutting the air.
Pieces of thread that lead to the earth
Must end somewhere.

It's like dew on the grass
of a new spring morn
And little clear trinkets
that the leaves have worn.

A small raindrop,
Like a tear on a flower,
The hail that can come
and with it the power.

The feeling on your skin
when it's warm outside.
Like a hug from the ocean
in the midst of the tide.

Rain, oh how I love the rain,
It just erases all of the pain.

                 P. Contreras

From A Pal circa 1937 or so

This poem is in memory of my grandmother whom I wrote about today on my other blog,
All Things Wonderful

From A Pal

From a pal to a pal,
Now that everythings over
Can we still be pals?
We can still have fun together
As just two fun loving pals.
Some nights when you are
Lonely you can say,
"Oh Gee",
I still have a pal in
This whole world that's
Willing to be with me,
He's a pal that
Was my sweetheart
A long time ago
A pal that would be
with me anytime I want to go.

                        E. M. Brown