I Touch Beauty Daily

I Touch Beauty Daily

Monday, October 31, 2011

Cheating Tomorrow

Fortune shuns me wickedly
Fame and wealth make a mockery
This hope that flings itself scaling
As it shuffles on water-causing waves
Yet failing to come down, to cascade
To allow being held long enough
For the warmth, the feel of achievement
Fortune silently steals away like a thief
Embezzling hope, cheating tomorrow
Of dim lights refusing to shine
Into my forlorn soul should salvation
Dare to pounce like a tiger with grace
Belying the brilliance within
Once softened, the feel of smooth butter
Now hardened like a marble stone
Unpolished, unsellable, collecting dust
Yet the sounds emanating from sheaves
The peals resounding, lifting off the pages
Assure the certainty of fame and wealth
They shy away now, avoiding the clasp
The determined fists clenched, unclenched
Uncertainly, lacking guarantee
Resolute in faith, in hope, in the unseen
Refusing to give in, to be dismissed
Not to be finished with, not discarded
Clinging to heart strings tugging with hope
Dreams must live, must thrive abundantly
To dare, to be, to grow unrestricted
Waiting to be read, to be READ
Taking life, becoming real, REAL
Shouting gives it life, form, fame, wealth
Then shout, I must, for fame I seek
To cheat tomorrow


©2011FrancesOhanenye, all rights reserved.

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Eye Candy

Oh, this heart, this heart
Seeking affections in high places
Finding rejections in low places

This heart, this heart
Being broken constantly
Being mended infrequently
This heart, this heart
No longer desiring to be loved
Love pangs and love aches
Left serrated marks all over
This tender pulsating organ
A new mission I have found
Out of desperation to save
From things I want that hurt
From things I desire that bleed
A new mission I have found
To seek out the truly handsome
Truly dark and truly tall
Eye candy for a woman’s ego
Dressed up and dressed to kill
Not to love or be loved tenderly
To decorate the arm selfishly
Not with involvement of my heart
Eye candy for this woman’s ego
Can only last a short while
Before boredom settles intrusively
Demanding a real, real love
For now, the eye candy will do
Until true lasting love finds
My heart a weary soldier
Dreading the possible approach
Of love’s desirous loving war
An assault on my forlorn heart
For now, the eye candy will do
Until true lasting love finds me

©2011FrancesOhanenye, all rights reserved.

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Lost in New York

The beauty of New York City
Is in getting lost
Blocks and blocks
Of old and modern structures
Juxtaposed in checker boards
Blocks and blocks
Of faceless faces
Mingling and disentangled
Estranged and disenchanted
I walk unaware
Of the steps I have not taken
And those I have taken
Yet unaware of my environ
Pensive and disoriented
Avoiding contacts and hunched

The beauty of New York City
Is in getting lost
In myself
As I journey pensively
Unaware of richness and poverty
Kaleidoscopic colors and depressing blandness
Friendly strangers and strange friends
My legs synchronized
Not frozen but not hot
My hands ensconced in padded leather
Mildly tingling from sub-zero temperature
As I search through sheaves
For the solution on one
That holds the code
To restore my equilibrium

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--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

I Touch Beauty Daily

I touch beauty daily in my mind, with my hands
In my heart, with my eyes, surrounded by heart’s beats
Blessings abiding with me
Choices sliding to me
Magnets of sweet creations find me in surprised awe
Unprepared for beauty visiting
Choices glide to me
Magnets of brilliance find me in wide-eyed quietude
Having drained all words from my tank of fluidity
Left me bereft of precision
In Nature’s abundant creations
In humble attempts at sane mixtures
I touch beauty daily in my mind, with my hands
In my heart, with my eyes, surrounded by heart’s beats
Blessings abiding with me
Choices gliding to me
I touch beauty daily



©2011FrancesOhanenye, all rights reserved.


"Paper Is Not Silent!" My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Omg Cholesterol!

The doctor’s warning slaps
The food out of wanting mouth
A litany of what-nots and dangers
Killing my heart with high cholesterol

The tub of food proclaims a warning
To cholesterol-challenged organs
Omg cholesterol, chants it
My hand flew itself back
Like the child sensing stove fire
Omg, cholesterol! Omg!
Blood pressure shoots through the sky
Omg, cholesterol! Omg!
An alarm sets off
Scaring the daylights out of me!

Food manufacturer fails to label products well
Education takes care of that
Zero, not a sibling of the alphabet
Belonging to separate families, these two
Say after me, “Zero milligram cholesterol”
Again

Zero milligram cholesterol lowers LDL
Bad, bad lipoprotein,
You, Low Density Lipoprotein
Be gone from my heart
Give me zero milligram cholesterol

Scaring the daylights out of me!
Talking about Omg cholesterol!
Alphabet "O," not of the Number species

Scaring the daylights out of me!
Talking about Omg cholesterol!




©2011FrancesOhanenye, all rights reserved.

"Paper Is Not Silent!" My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Magic

Abracadabra chanting
Mysteriously appearing
Faith is magic born
Faith is not questioning
Faith is believing
Faith defies explanation
God initiates the granting
Raining down impossibilities
Showering down abundance
On all the faithful
Believing in the magic of faith
Being awed by implication
Dazzled by numerous manifestations
Faith is magic nourished
Feeding inexplicable beliefs
Faith defies explanation


©2011Francesohanenye, all rights reserved.
"Paper Is Not Silent!" My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.