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

Listening to the Sunset

Green, yellow, red and black

These are the colours of Jamaica

Guitar, drums and voice

Playing old Bob Marley songs

As the sun sets in the west

The clouds are shaped like an angel's wings

As the sun dips below her heart

This magical moment on the beach

The last sunset before we depart

The Delivery

They tremble beneath her gentle touch

Words cannot be spoken

They feel her delicate breath upon their faces

The words speak emotion

An arrangement worthy of display

Their delicious colour awakens her senses

Violet eyes are misty

A tear drop slides down a painted cheek

So soft, so silky

It is sweet, yet salty as it meets her lips

A handwritten card has a message

What does it say?

She reads it slowly and then closes her eyes

The tear gets wiped away

As she tenderly lifts each one out to hold

“Shall we dance?” she asks playfully

Stand tall and stand proud

Their faces release into precious smiles

Raindrops fall upon their brow

She stands back, admiring.

In the Blink of an Eye

You hold your baby in your arms

Loving, tender and holding her tight

She is magical and you are charmed

Blink yer eye – a woman overnight!

Diapers turn into thong underwear

Boyfriends, girlfriends and mascara

You look at her closely, but not to stare

Where did the time go my little Sarah?

All grown up and now a young woman

Crayons give way to lap top computers

The nursery is now an apartment in Brooklyn

Yucky boys have turned into cute suitors

The crib is replaced with the marriage bed

Her once flat belly is now big and round

Nine months go fast, she’s looking ahead

She feels the pain, the baby has crowned

So now…..

She holds her baby in her arms

Loving, tender and holding her tight

She is magical and she is charmed

Blink an eye – a woman overnight