Monday, April 11, 2011

The Wolf


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Don’t be fooled by her sparkling blue eyes
Her soft, sweet manner, her woeful cries
She’s just as liable to scratch your eyes out
Bash your soul with a heavy handed clout

She’ll leave you with your heart torn to shreds
Nary an apology and no healing threads
She’ll eat you alive with her razor sharp words
In the black cauldron from whence they were stirred

Her tongue is sharp like a well honed knife
Stabbing you in your back as you walk your life
Her strong opinions are created out of pride
Ignorant, untruthful, full of gossip and lies

She refuses to face the reality of her destruction
Afterall this was your doing, your own construction
She sweeps the debris she created under the mat
Forgotten, unseen until the next time she snaps

She is intolerant when it comes to the drink
I understand this, but there’s much more to think
Sympathy, empathy, there’s a story to be told
Alcohol addiction is a terrible disease to hold

You may think this is an elderly affliction
Caused by age and brain deterioration
But I must insist this is certainly not the case
As a young woman she’s been running this race

You may think that these are all her flaws
The forked tongue, the outstretched claws
But really to me they are a bouquet of flowers
These are the shadows - the ones with the power

I make peace with the dark, embrace these shams
She is who she is - the opposite of The Lamb
She may be hurtful and she may be shrill
But my love is unconditional and love her I will





Copyright © Sherry Irvine - April 11, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011

The Brown Beauty of Spring

There is this BROWN transition at the beginning of spring.  As I anticipate the warmer weather and no more snow.... I see beauty in brown.


Branches wait to bloom spring colours
Roused by a sleepy sun
Open hearts and open windows
Winter’s time is almost done
Now nurture us with your brown beauty


Here are some beautiful brown things:

good morning!







 
Chocolate covered cherries!








Beautiful Angels!










Big brown leaves that protect our gardens.
 
My brown cat George....yaow!





An empty nest....waiting for spring.














Copyright © Sherry Irvine – April 2, 2011

White Roses for Alzheimer’s

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I am inflicted with this terrible disease
The disease that eats my memories
Every word, every moment, every thought
Everything I was ever taught

Can you please take me home?

******


am inflicted with this terrible disease
The disease that eats my memories
Every word, every moment, every thought
Everything I was ever taught

Can you please take me home?


 
******


I am inflicted with this terrible disease
The disease that eats my memories
Every word, every moment, every thought
Everything I was ever taught

Can you please take me home?


******


I am home


Poppedy - December 23, 1921 - January 27, 2011

The Concert



I pour myself a glass of wine
Turn on my favourite music
Let the water cleanse my soul
I’m going to a concert 

Apply foundation to my face
Add some cheeky blush
Eyes are lined and lashes done
I’m going to a concert

I slip into my skinny jeans
Add a sexy top
Zip up my tall brown boots
I’m going to a concert

Sing along to all the words
Bodies moving to the music
The bass is thumping, hearts are thumping
In the middle of the concert




Lowest of the Low - April 2, 2011
 

Strip off the date night clothes
Let loose the swollen member
Unleash my impassioned soul
In the middle of our concert


CREDITS:  Painting by Cheryl Poulin, Ottawa, Ontario - http://www.earmark-decorative-painting-studio.com/mixed-media.html
 

Copyright © Sherry Irvine – April 2, 2011

Open Wide

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Your inner house is burning down
Your thoughts are crumbling all around
As you step through the broken wreckage
Your heart is stumbling to find the message

And out of the darkness you will rise
With a heart wide open and eyes open wide

Like a forest fire inside your heart
When it seems like all is lost and life restarts
Your human soul is thoroughly cleansed
So a garden of love can grow again

And out of the darkness you will rise
With a heart wide open and eyes open wide

When you’re blinded by a veil of tears
And you are gripped by unshaken fears
Receive the gifts of betrayal and lies
It’s the greatest gift of love disguised

And out of the darkness you will rise
With a heart wide open and eyes open wide

Copyright © Sherry Irvine – April 2, 2011