Ladyjewels

Tag: Life

  • Do you know?

    Author: ladyjewel

    do you know…
    do you know what perfume I like and wear, and if I like flowers or spice?
    do you know what colour i wear on my toenails, and if I wear red lipstick I feel like flirting and it gives me courage, and if I wear pink I want to be soft and quiet?
    do you know what movies make me cry, and why?
    do you know what time of the month I get emotional and bleed, and do you understand?
    do you know what inspires me, or moves me, or makes me laugh, what makes me want to be better?
    do you know the woman inside, the girl who wants to be held for nothing, cuddled and told she’s safe no matter what?
    do you know my dreams and goals, and who in my family makes me sad?
    do you know if I sit in the corner in the dark and never believe I will be found, and if I feel like I will always be the good friend and never the one someone wants more?
    do you know if I always back off and think others are more important, and try to understand the ache inside, why I am incomplete, and why I am scared to trust too quickly?
    or……do you just know,how I can be made to moan and throb in ecstasy, how I love to be touched, how I would look when I am at the hight of passion?
    my sexual feelings and what I like?
    or…….do you know or want to know, all of the above?

    if you do then you are a Man worth knowing

  • For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.

    Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed?

    They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?
    Why is she crying so much, I am ok now the hurt is gone and now I can breath without that nasty tube they put inside me, its ok mom you don’t have to worry about me any more, Dad is here to fetch me, he said he would come back later when you were ready to let me go, and now I feel ready, can you let me go now mom, he said the angels are waiting to play with me in heaven, there are lots of little angels there.

    God’s newest angel floats down and sits on her moms lap, takes her moms face in both hands and kisses her tears away, smiles at her Dad standing waiting and takes his hand, as they leave she knows mom will be ok later because dad told her

  • Waterfall lovers


    Author: ladyjewel


    She picked a flower growing near the river and placed it in her hair, it was a beautiful red, it showed so well in her dark hair, she trailed her hand in the cool water and the spray from the waterfall felt cool on her face.

    He walked out of the water as if he was part of it and smiled at the girl who sat waiting, his skin glistened and the water fell in rivers down his body making it seem like he was a part of the river.

    He held out his hand and she placed hers into his, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her high swinging her around, she laughed and kissed him, then they seemed to disappear into the water falling softly over the rocks.

    The tour guild walked into the clearing and turned to the people there, he had been bringing people here for years and he still felt the two souls of the lovers who drowned so long ago as if it was yesterday.

  • Natures Painting


    Author: ladyjewel


    The wall crumbled and old, the bricks falling to dust,
    The bones of the man as if sitting waiting against the wall,
    His bones dry and beginning to crumble, the hard hat at an angle where it had fallen, the shirt rotting and faded in the sun.

    Through the opening that used to be a window, the bright
    green creeper had begun, it had crept along the wall like a snake, and seemed to find the opening in the shirt, climbed through the ribs of the man and almost like it knew, had come to an end just before his throat.

    The bright red splash of colour and life of the rose, as if nature had placed a flower where his heart had been, shimmered in the sun.

  • The Deer.


    Author: ladyjewel


    Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,
    The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly.

    The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell of
    Something unknown hits his nose, he stops and his senses
    Come alive, he turns his head in the direction of the smell.

    As his eyes notice the Man standing with a coat on and a gun
    Pointed right at the deers heart, the world seems to stop,
    The bullet is like a white hot arrow singing as it comes
    It rips into his side and the force makes the deer stumble.

    As he sinks to the ground his breathing slowing down, his heartbeats slowly stopping, he watches the Man walk over to him and kneel down, he feels the warm strong hand gently stoke his neck and a strange carm comes over him, his eyes close and his soul lifts up and drifts into a place of peace, his body is lifted and carried over broard shoulders, respected by the Man who send his soul to heaven.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: Jun 2013
    About this poem:
    My son went hunting for the first time with his new father in law.
    I have mixed feelings, I know hes a Man now, but I see the boy who animals just love.
    I saw a pic of him with the deer he killed and I see the Man, but I also see his eyes and how it worried him:-)
    A mother sees below what others see.
    I like to think the deer felt like this?

  • Perfect person


    Author: ladyjewel


    Body in the grip of tearing pain,
    Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds.

    Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly..

    You slide out and the pain is gone,
    A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,
    I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,
    A face and body of an angel with the smallest hands,
    You move and seem to curl up into me and my heart swells.

    You are the perfect person, and the wonder is you were made
    Inside me.

    You are MY perfect person and i will protect you always,
    My gift.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013
    About this poem:
    My children are all my perfect people.