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November 2008 
SoulCries - Poetry
yaffie
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't reach for the best ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the ones that are lying on the ground or the lower branches, which are not as good but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing! They just have to wait for the right man to come along; the ONE who is brave enough to climb to the top of the tree...
My Muse
Is beyond beautiful, splendorous or magnificent
These words while descriptive oft seem trite
Cause I am unable to express or to fathom,
Or describe this muse in all depth and height.
Loyal and devoted twenty- four seven
Demanding and confrontational it seems
My muse stirs me while I sleep and speaks to me in dreams;
In every endeavor to exact the best from me.
Regardless of self proclaimed inadequacy
It continues its gracious and loyal devotion to me
Teaching that borders are generous indeed
Just look at the ocean and then pay heed.
The paradigm of loving kindness in literary form
Is every word that God has spoken
Every scripture I've ever learned and incorporated,
All the myriad verses I've understood
Every psalm I've every sung and every hymn I've ever written.
My muse is my constant friend
A never ceasing gentle persuasion
That encourages my soul with constant prodding
That keeps me nightly and sleeps me gently
Loves me in all tenderness
While yet ruthless in its insistence
to take charge over me for my good
Woos and stirs my hearts desires
Fans and flames my spirit fire
Encourages me to be bright and vibrant
My Muse is always God, His word alive in me.
© 8-7-2005
The Soiled Madonna
To men who are MEN, searching for that unspoiled Madonna
A pretty face belies a deceptive heart
A curvaceous form,
You are snared from the start
Cause she knows you are an easy mark
Foolish man.
Her modus operandi is simply to snare
she mixes her mysterious brew with her stare
A potion that will render you feeble--
Engorged, aflame and snared by desire
She thrives on your brazen, passion fire!
Poor, simple, man.
This is the way of the worldly one.
Nothing more than a sophisticated vamp
A kinder word than lowly tramp
This is no angel from above
Only a demon from the pit of hell
Who lies in wait to ring your bell!
She lacks virtue and honesty
Knows nothing of love with dignity
Lacking in backbone, no integrity
She is a selfish, self serving entity
This woman feigns a life of God!
Buyers beware of her importuner's snare.
She'll leave you with a thump and a vicious glare!
Your soul tarnished and heaped in the dump!
A lowly tramp who perverts holy verse.
But a woman of virtue --
Oh, she knows the way!
From your heart or your soul she'll never stray...
Not from Good, or God, or -- Godly ways.
She will not approach you like a thief in the night
To snare or to woo with delirious brew
Nor enter your bed until she inquires
As to the intents and purpose of those desires
For she wants to cleave to the God in you;
Not to woo you from that lofty place
Or to leave you shamed, hurt, disgraced.
NO!!
What she wants is to share integrity
Never to diminish intellect or dignity.
She moves with you and not without
She is altogether righteous--without a doubt.
Wants nothing more than your success;
Love, respect and happiness.
This is a good woman.
Not given to jealousy, control or tests
This is a beautiful woman.
A truly, virtuous woman,
She defies the rest.
To all who are longing for love,
Beware the vamp, the lowly tramp!
She will catch you while your pants are down
Render you feeble, a harlots clown!
The sophisticated vamp,
Just a Madonna for fools,
Will lead you astray
Was so easy to do.
So your mind is polluted I'm afraid to say
With your heart and your soul did you stray
You were duped by a vamp, dumped by a tramp,
Wooed, tattooed and left with her stamp.
Foolish man who cannot see
Beyond a guise of femininity.
Open your eyes now and see her through
You are on your way to the harlots zoo.
But a man who is wise?
Will not be drawn
To the harlots mask that changes dawn
His eyes see through those just like you
He is not seduced by utter flooze.
For the fortuitous man who is led by his soul
And not by the garments that boldly expose
The harlots cleavage, or derriere...
This man is winner and champions discipline
He has tamed his ego and sees through the guise
His eyes are wide open, no stars in his eyes!
And the women like her?
Oh! They will never, ever, do
For the champ is a thoroughbred with a mind like you!
Champ of a man---
No soiled, despoiled, tainted, Madonna
Can ever woo, seduce, vanquish you!!
© 10-17-2005
by Yaffa
A Woman in Transition
She is gentle, but tough
Simple, yet complicated
In harmony and discord
Fruitful and barren.
She is changing and developing,
While striving for perfection,
She is showing her flaws.
And when she's looking good,
She's looking bad--
For only when she bares the imperfections of her soul,
Does her true beauty show.
She is everything, but nothing
Lost in the wilderness
Destroying everything that she has built
Then creating a new world
She works with you, while against you
Exploring and introspecting
In her need for transcendence.
Joining hands, while walking alone
Enjoying, loving, hurting, healing
Accepting the process that this sojourn called life is-
Moving through transitions of energy and form
A being--
Changing in nature,
Responding with God.
©1979
Answer Me, Love
I have not seen you
Nor have you met me,
But when I do, will it be you
Whose name is forever inscribed in my eternity?
Shyness fades into oblivion
Words spoken are understood easily
A part of time has stood awaiting us
Might our souls have recognized us from the beginning?
When you see my face, will your heart rejoice?
Will we know we are each other's choice?
Will the power of our union create a dream come true
And the passion of our love--perfect the me in you?
Will there be whispered words of tenderness
Endless laughter, heartbeat of passion
Gazing at the sunrise at dawn
Writing bare foot in the sunshine
Tears of healing falling like fresh rain
When we first see one another
Will we take each others breath away?
Yes, my soul calls out to you; deep calling to deep
Does my soul recognize itself in you?
Are you my soul, my mate?
Am I your destiny, your fate?
Two souls call to celebrate one another from afar
Just a heartbeat away to where we are
Who is this stranger that my heart dost know
Perhaps we are destined to merge, One soul?
Veiled and unrevealed to one another
Per chance the eye of the Soul dost see
The piece of me that is missing in you,
The piece of you that is missing in me
Answer Me, Love
yaffa
©11-16-2005
Bittersweet
Where we've been, this heart and soul
Amiss my spirit, life unfolds before me
Tousled, jostled, like tumbling weeds,
Death leaves bittersweet memories.
Like fractured bones and fragile roots,
A tender soul got a vicious boot
A splintered heart and screams untold
Escape from this once enraptured, soul.
Thrashed and trashed like dead debris
All life's desire lies dead before me
Bitter cries from deep within
Release me from this nightmare's whim!
Rich while poor, struggling to keep
Joyous memories that make me weep
Despite the lovers threat to die,
I close my lids, ask why survive?
But garnered strength the soul doth see
Life spawning hidden mysteries---
A land, fertile and green, far as eye can see
With horizons of love that lie lush afore me.
Oh, come to me! You, across the sea!
I pray thee come, awaken me
Come join my arms, I shall not fail
To see and know your hearts travail.
Come hither now to glance at me!
And let our eyes find what we seek--
To love anew, and more than then
To love as One, to live again.
©By Yaffa, October, 2005
Blue
To My Avi in Heaven
©By Yaffa Leah Leibowitz
Blue Is what I am
In and out, I am blue
Broken and left to die
I wait on God...while missing you...
No passion in this empty pot of clay, today.
God, why must I suffer this way?
Why must I cry out night and day,
Your flower is left to wilt without you.
Walking without a goal, I must go on...
Seeking light, while seething darkness prevails
All I see is you.
Let me run from you today
Let me tuck away your name
Hide your face from my eyes,
Till I can work through the pain
Let me go.
Let me go away,
Let me not return
Till I can learn to live again without you.
© Yaffa 2002
Ego games
What are these games that lovers play
that destroy love and egos slay?
Unrequited, spited love
Instead of love from high above
We need to take a back seat now
Take a look at what we've vowed
Despite flaws to be, to love as one,
How fortunate we would become
And love I will, for all to see.
Impassioned flames from antiquity
and when you love consider this
the one you spite is who you'll miss.
If you decide to play this game
as ego dictates; leaves you lame.
You'll not transcend to or become
matured in spirit or a free loved one.
You need to press through it all to see
That love is the gift of maturity.
© Yaffa 2005
If I Could See You!
To Avi in the Heavens
If I could see you from the heavens
Alone In the kitchen on Sunday afternoon
Not caring for the sunshine that pours through the window
I would weep until every shore was overflowing
Until every blade of grass was watered
And every flower misted by my tears.
If I would see you Sabbath after Sabbath alone
Not singing any songs you know or love
Nor caring to pray and to be with friends of old
I would weep until my tears would change that sadness in your heart
I'd beg and scream, scream and cry for mercy, grace
I would hold you until all of our tears overflowed
To wash away the harshness of our plight.
I would hold you until your kiss was sweet again
Till your anger with injustice released tears of healing,
It would be my pleasure to cry with you until the waters of understanding
washed over all remnants of pain.
If I would see your harp sitting idly upon the floor
I would beg for you to sing to me, to open your heart
Sing out, release your song and sing to me once more.
I would sing with you until you cried for joy.
If I could see the pictures sitting on the floor rather than the wall
I would be so saddened to see that this lovely home without me
Has never been a home to you at all.
If I could see you Friday after Friday, sit alone all night
And all the polished silver sitting unused inside the armoire
No kiddush cups and no bread board set on the table to dine
No one there to make the blessing or drink the kiddush wine
I would weep until every grape fell off of, every single vine.
I would weep until the oceans overflowed,
And the clouds released every drop of dew
I would weep until I saw you smile again
Until I saw you blossom yet anew.
I would beg our Father to send you another
To love, to cherish, fill you once again, anew.
I would weep until every shore was overflowing
Until every blade of grass was watered
Until every flower was nourished by my tears,
Until every tear inside of you was shed.
If I could see you.
By yaffa
To Avi...whose spirit soars in the Heavens
Of all the love I've ever known
There is none to compare with you.
Our life together will speak forever
Of the love and passion our world knew.
My incomparable beloved.
Keepsakes of our life together...
Study and prayer books bound in leather
Suits and Hats, music, silver
Mementos haunt this heart, bewildered
By the loss of my Incomparable Beloved.
What to do with all of these
Treasures...
Songs of love, source of pleasures
Struggles to create one life together
Life is empty now...without you.
My lyrics, writing, and songs are sung
without the bliss of my darling one.
From a broken heart and empty room
I miss writing love songs for my groom.
No more psalms or prayers from above
Lyrics or melodies drawn from His love
In your merit alone I strum
My harp strings suffering the painful drum
of copious tears
While vocal spasms restrict, constrict,
Dimming my otherwise, joyful hum
My precious beloved, incomparable One.
Now I am aware that angels abound
My soul profoundly aware they surround
To capture, to carry the sounds of...
Melodious tears that ride on wings
Of the joyful and sorrow filled songs I sing
My incomparable Beloved
Wondering what you would do...
Could you toss my treasured life from you
You surrounded me with tokens of love
Bespoken devotion
Tenderness of a turtle dove.
Sparks of holiness lodged in the physical
Reminiscent of you...
Oh! My Incomparable Beloved
It is akin to rejecting holiness
Your charmed, passionate, essence
You...embodiment of pure love.
Tossing your things away
Far from my heart and mind
As devastating as desecrating
The holy temple.
Holy and incomparable beloved.
Your life -- the temple incarnate,
Mirroring the covenant in my soul
Now I must give myself over to another
Two new souls must come together as One--
But how can I do that...
When we have created a transcended--
Incomparable Love?
©2006by Yaffa
Loves Truth
Why should "love" be so punishing?
Perhaps it is only our need to love
That blinds us to our fickle desire
For true love is never ending, giving
Never zealously taking,
Abandoning or diminishing
That horse is of a different breed.
Selfishly makes a wanton his meat
And once indulged this satisfied steed
Fulfilled, moves on to his next treat
Who vaunts her flame and plays the same
Easily accessed and easily coveted.
But love? No! Lust!
LOVE will never diminish you for gain
Is not exploitive, selfish, vain
It's not a "count my lovers" names
Or, pass from "seed to seed," game.
Oh, No! Not love!
Rather, more a special harvest set aside
To yield a superior wine in time
No one else privy to share of this fruit
No one privy to plunder or loot.
Until then
Like fruit trees set aside for vintage wine
The smart one thrives in the vineyard alone,
Guarding her precious soul,
Sharing her love with no one..
No one will taste this wine,
set apart from all of the rest
To produce a character that's by far the best
Superior in every way: fine, refined,
Virtuous, true, unspoiled, sweet, demure, mature...
A quality uncommon, sublime beauty, a rare find,
A head above the rest.
A true and worthy one will be freed
By a warrior under the sun who will redeem
Vintage worthy of his true soul,
A diamond able to emanate deep love
Captivating, polished, brilliant, pure, radiant.
Will not be swayed to sit in another setting
Will be embraced by only One.
He, the only one appropriate to hold her
the soul mate privy to taste this wine
Alas, he will redeem and not tally.
He, who is wise
Will ne'er be fooled by a lesser kind
Never leave her for another
Nor desire the effects of a different lover.
But in wedded bliss will he covet
The rare virtues of his precious other
Together they will drink sweet waters,
What is his alone; untouched, guarded
Uncompromising, unadulterated, demure...
Ready to fulfill true love's desires,
Fanning flames by day, setting nights afire
This is love.
And love's ways never seek to betray.
©2002by Yaffa
O, God!! 2
To those who question loss of a loved one.
Dear God, you see it's not only me
Who has suffered the wrath of this 'blessed' decree...
I too, sit and wonder, reflect on just who,
has decided to serve me with this judgment from YOU?
I have not yet returned to You
Father, don't You see?
How you've broken my heart and my spirit ain't free?
I no longer serve, as years past twenty three,
Alas, the joy of your bidding is sheer misery.
In my psyche and soul is profound mystery
about the hand I've been dealt,
Your love hidden from me.
Your desires for my life I no longer see
Your path of light darkened by harsh decree
The spirit of fear You've imparted in death
When you tore my loved one away from me
In my heart and soul I want to pick up and flee..
O, my God, what You've done to me!
by
2005©Yaffa
Adonai,
Elokim,
Where
would I be
If You ceased
To live
In me?
Your very
breath
Is a gift
I must treasure
I thank you
For
The myriad storms
We've weathered.
For
Every opportunity
To give,
To live
To do.
Oh Lord,
God!
I can do
nothing
Without
YOU!
by©2006 Yaffa
Passion
A vision for a future love and marriage relationship
Passion is a flower,
Awakening in the morning
A soul of love, a brand of fire.
My heart is stirred by passion's fire.
Souls desire to cleave as one
Thrilling, rhythmic, dance of love
Passions sway to light the way
Our dance of love, to never stray.
Gifted teachings rule our hearts.
Their words have taught us how to live
Shaped our minds and filled our hearts,
Souls desire, just to give.
I want to recreate His love
I want to share and care with you
The deeper essence in this kiss,
A greater passion than we knew.
Your words so caring from the start
Have touched my soul, sparked my heart.
You, O, man of passions, fire
Set my nights and days afire.
I dare dream creating, from two, One;
To harmonize and synchronize
Indulgent solely to love's desires
Souls to nourish from higher powers.
I hope that we will choose to be
Together walking, you and me
To live, and laugh, to walk as One;
How fortunate we will become.
A ball of sparks, potent fire,
Beautiful, fragrant, blooming flowers.
Wooing us to higher powers
Beckoning now, like vibrant fire;
Complete, fulfill, our souls' desires.
Yaffa Leibowitz © 7/31/2005
Separation
How many times have we heard
Gotta be me, gotta be free.
Sitting and listening to the Word of God.
"It is not good for man to be Alone;"
And Adam could not communicate with the animals
And so Eve was created.
From his rib, while he lay sleeping, sweetly
She was placed in the crook of his arm,
His equal,
and opposite to be...
His Own...
Joined to cleave and cling together
Hopelessly in love,
With God,
As One...
In unity and beauty,
Unselfishly
I thought about divorce
A separation from someone you love.
Ripping the heart,
Etching the soul.
Two hearts unwilling to yield,
Two hearts unwilling to give
Two people saying,
"Got to be me, do my own thing."
Separation Again
Without God leading us,
When do we grow...
When does alienation end?
by©Yaffa 1980
Tears of Love
Tears of love, spilling to stain my cheeks,
Like hues of stenciled blue stained glass,
Upon the window of my soul.
Its artists brush, cutting deeply,
To ask if love's sweet
moment of truth has passed.
Sword of truth, a blinding light
In step with lashing rains by night.
The rhythm of this lovers dance,
Devoid of depth...suitors prance.
Why does love aim its arrows?
Curve its bow towards my heart?`
To destroy composure, waste my verve,
Transform me from truth to fraud?
All efforts to love died this double duel.
I gave of myself, gave my all.
While Cupid, he was having a ball.
I pampered, loved, adored, and wooed.
But he left me with my heart tattooed.
Stenciled hues, of red and blue,
Imprimatur on my heart,
Kisses he drew, used like glue,
Blew gaping holes through my heart
To dim the glow in the window of my soul.
by©2001Yaffa
Solitude
Solitude,
How sweet you are
It's you and I,
Alone at last.
To be-in our own world,
Made up of dreams,
That only we dare to dream.
I love the peace that you give so freely
Tranquility washing over frustration and doubt,
Emptiness tricked me,
Separation stole my cries...
Alas,
I was unable to touch something or someone I love.
And now, I come home to you
Thankful for the place that you have saved me
For in this space is the preparation of a new practice,
A new learning in life.
The questions have all ceased
The jury deliberated....
There are no more doubts
For in this place I know all and give all.
I practice making love to life,
Creating, shaping, coloring, guiding, believing, trusting.
You hold me, supportive in my every wish and whim
Allowing me to grow and develop with patience...
Each step I take is accepted with enthusiasm
Like a child taking its first step,
Sometimes I feel so shy-
Naïve to the sophistication of the world
But....
No one knows...
Just You,
and I.
©1979Yaffa
The Cries of the Almana (Widow)
to my husband Avi--- in Heaven
She wakes Alone.
Eyes opening to the abyss that is now her life;
Emptiness and separation, again.
Again, she is alone.
That word is woven into the fabric of her soul,
A recurrent theme that is now a nightmare
All of her life she knew the meaning of that word,
Alone.
Oh, yes, she had friends,
Many, wonderful friends
She was not without
But she waited for her time to love
Kept herself in holiness
And sanctity
Waiting for Him to send that holy one,
To create that union
Between two, never to be again,
Alone.
Fourteen years she waited
Alienated....not knowing love.
She was forced to be
A husband to herself in the world,
Alone.
And then he was there.
Fourteen years later,
She was no longer alone.
She had him for six and a half wonderful, yet, difficult, years.
She was his bones, his flower, his Yaffi, his bunch of honey
He was her life, her beautiful husband, her honey bunch, her tzaddik
And then he was gone;
A tragic accident, a truck, broken scooter, a banner,
"Anachnu ohavim otcha"
God, we love you.
They did not have long, happy years together.
Will she not know joy?
What was it that took him away?
God help her to understand.
Trying to be strong
Carrying the cries in her soul,
My beautiful husband, my darling husband
Why are you there, must it be this way, why am I here?
Cries that tear into the night
Cries that rip the heart of dawn
Cries that emanate from the depths of her
Cries from her insides, kidneys splayed against the walls
Cries at his empty bedside on her knees
A lonely soul crying out into the abyss,
Alone.
My beautiful husband, Good Morning, I love You.
Why must I continue to go on again this day,
Alone.
This cruel joke,
Is one that only the One above understands---
What is this kindness from above that I will never comprehend?
What is kind about my not hearing you exhale in your sleep of exhaustion
Or not seeing your beautiful face as you sleep?
Why must I cry out into the night?
Alone.
Why does God give and then take back?
Perhaps, I will never know in this life.
In the abyss of my life, perhaps I am deceived,
I am truly alone.
by Yaffa©2003
The Ninth of Av
Today is a holy and sad day.
It is the day that the holy temple was destroyed
and that families were
uprooted from their homes-- on their own land.
And I, I am crying inside and out.
I am furious.
Does America uproot its citizens from their homes? NO! ~
But we are suffering!
I cannot fathom the corruption of men
I don't understand how darkness prevails over light
I don't understand why our hearts are not broken
Today is a sad day, and I am angry.
It is the day that our temple was destroyed.
The settlers removed from their homes!~
To give our land away to terrorists
Homicide bombers,
People who come to plunder and loot
Why do the Arabs not want their own people?
Why must we give them our tiny plot of ground
While they have lands far as the eye can see?
It is simply a diabolical jealousy!
An evil and demonic power struggle
Evil personified, the Satan incarnate.
I wish for God to move His Hands to redeem,
When darkness prevails over light.
When evil ego powers cast our plight
And the righteous ones must take flight...
While the Arab world counts its booty--
Rejoicing in the spoils of naïve and foolish governments
And in full view before the whole wide world
This is a most sad day.
Yaffa
9th of Av 2006
THERE ONCE WAS A MAN NAMED ABU
A DESPICABLE SON OF A WHO KNOWS WHO
WHO WANTS TO TAKE OVER THE LAND OF THE JEWS
WHO WANTS TO DESTROY GODS CHOSEN FEW.
BUT CONDI, YOU CONSORT WITH THE SON OF A WHO!
SHAME , SHAME, SHAME... NO SCRUPLES HAVE YOU?
WITH CRUMBS ON YOUR FACE, EAT BREAD OF DISGRACE
YOU AND ABU, SIT TWO BY TWO.
NOW THE WORLD AT LARGE HAS OBSERVED THIS TABU
ALONG WITH ALL TRAITORS, SOME DIRTY FACED JEWS
OLMERT TOO, ATE FROM THE BREAD OF THIS SHAME,
SOLD OUT HIS SOUL ALONG WITH HIS NAME.
BUT LISTEN NOW GOOD CAUSE I TELL YOU NO LIES!
YOUR NAKEDNESS IS REVEALED WITHOUT ANY DIGUISE.
AND THE SAD AND THE BITTER TRUTH IS THIS,
NOT YOU OR ABU, OLMERT OR WHO KNOWS WHO
CAN COMPARE WITH THE LIKES OF ONE RIGHTEOUS JEW.
BREAD OF SHAME, DIRTY FACED, DISGRACED
CONDI, OLMERT AND ABU.
© 5/ 6/2008 yaffa leah leibowitz
To Helen019 and All grandmas!
Welcome to the world baby girl
I've waited for you only an eternity
When I didn't know my soul was longing
So long ago, baby girl.
And waited for this moment
To hold you in my arms
Darling child--soul from high above
Came just in time
For my nurture and my love.
Oh, the dreams I dream for you!
So many activities I've planned
And can't wait to walk with you
To dress you, take your hand.
What is a grandma for
If not to love, to give, adore?
To nurture, inspire, to guide and admire
To recreate His life, in all that we do
To reflect all that is holy in life for you.
Yes, my darling daughter
The gift is doubly due
For how can I miss, how can I cry?
When I have a daughter, and baby like you.
If only gramps was here
How I'd love to share him with you
But I know that he's watching from a place above
And will make sure you that you pass this way with lots of love.
And love, you came down just in time for me to see
The reason I'm here, the need to be
For now life has reason and purpose, rhyme
And I want to be here for you--a very long time.
My darling, baby girl
Welcome to the world of Grandma's love.
by ©2004Yaffa
Burning passion from her man,
Who loves in every way he can
Loves her mind, desires her song
Powered together, knit passions strong.
She woos and inspires, kindles his fire
Thrives on fulfillment of shared desire.
She, her emotions toward him a flare;
beautifully vibrant, insatiable pair.
Her love for him spans love for all time
His heart rejoicing in a love rare to find.
Two souls, One; transcendent pair
majestically spawning sparks everywhere
He, the giver of bountiful joy
she sanctifies their symbiotic core.
He loves her essence, form and face
and in her arms he finds the grace
yields himself to loves embrace
this worldly, grown up man and boy
He, her life, love and might
She carries his glow, vessel of light
Lights up his days, lights up her nights.
They relinquish together all that can fight
Love, at whim.
Cleaved together, joined from above
Two, beautiful souls, Hushed..
Embedded in a tender, fragrant lush
Of
Flaming Eden, Sacred Garden of Love.
by©2005 Yaffa
What To Say
Some chatter endlessly
And say nothing.
And there are those who work and do
But say, nothing.
While there are those who choose their words
So carefully, they affect wisdom
And say everything.
Sadly most talk and talk
Spouting Impoverished soliloquies
But say nothing.
by 2006©Yaffa
©2004
Wounded Heroine
The sun rose quickly, soothing my tormented heart
Smell of fragrant spring in the air
Delicate scent of flowers sweet and the coming rains to start
Softens the winter chill that crept in through the night
Now the sun thaws, melts the shards of ice
That split my soul, stole and stilled my life.
My heart open now to face the warm sun
As it shines on this burgeoning one -- nourished by blessed rain.
A vibrant, beautiful soul, born anew again...
This heroine alive once more in December...
No need to wait for the springtime yet to come.
©yaffa2003
You!
You are like a fresh, warm breeze, which permeates my soul;
your spirit sweet, fills me with yearning,
I want to reach out -
To explore -- the potential that we may be
Destined to create
A Love -- as we have never known before.
I understand you; intelligent man, vibrant soul,
You pour forth as a smooth, translucent stream;
I love your depth and wisdom,
the way my spirit soars when we connect;
You will be good for me.
I want to take you to a higher, loftier place,
where a captive moment in time may reveal;
What thus far remains hidden, buried, and concealed.
I feel a bond with you;
the desires you stir in me, vast and rich;
I desire to revel in your manly presence;
yearning to bask in tender essence
A precious gift I long to give and receive...
When two will love again,
Once more.
And I,
I alone, sit with wonder ...
That you too, may be longing for the sweetness of this most perfect kiss;
That will feverishly empower; transform and unite,
Two hearts-one soul - into eternal, thrilling, peaceful bliss...
This I pray before I sleep.
yaffa©2005
Your Fear of Love
To all frightened men!!
Beautiful flowers everywhere,
At least it seems so from afar.
Don't come too close!!
I don't want to see
how lovely...
You really are.
by ©1979Yaffa
Can I forgive God?
What shall I forgive you for my Lord?
Would it be the revelations that inhabit my soul?
Or the wisdom of your life in me,
Shall it be the fruit of my friendships and the love I receive?
Or the beautiful husband you gave to me?
Shall I be angry that you gave and then took him back?
But then, you didn't need to give at all, I forgot about that.
Yep there's been some pain in between
But I know that You've never abandoned me.
Shall it be the beautiful talents that are a gift to me
Or the realization of dreams yet to be
Would it be the utterance of eloquent speech or deed;
Or the spirit of truth in a soul that is free?
Would I trade the tears of my soul song's pleas to thee?
Or the times that Your love filled my heart with glee?
The times the Divine was revealed in me
To those who sought light in a world that can't see?
When I think of my talents, gifts, abilities
When I think of Your Spirit and breath in me
How can I say that my spirit ain't free?
Perhaps it's illusion, or my own delusion
Error in judgment, mistaken reality.
When I think about choices to emulate You.
I see the work of my heart and transfomations that prove.
Can I say I've been cheated in all honesty?
Or is that a flaw in my integrity?
My God -- I see the power that's vested in me,
'Its an awesome gift to handle responsibly.
7-22-2008 by©yaffa
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Climb? Forget that! But why work when they will fall into your hands with just a little help?
Oh NO! I think I'm in deep stuff now!
Lol!
Nice to meet you Yaffe and TY for the comment on Gaels blog
climb? did I say climb?? When and where? I don't know what you are referring to doug…
Explain please…deep stuff!!
nice to meet you too…I think…lol
Hi Yaffie! OMG mistake #1 I spelled your name wrong, mistake #2 I made a joke that was too obscure and now I have to explain it, loosing all the charm and grace that a joke could have when it is shared. And explaining a joke is kind of like explaining a kiss.
So could you explain how women are like apples as you describe at the beginning of your blog and does that mean that someone has to pick and eat them or would it be OK to just love the way they look way up there in the top of the tree?
And Wow I love those sky holes of blue through the green and the way the sunlight slants through the branches. And you know a closer look is not so very hard because the lower branches are just within reach and the next branch is right there and it is very beautiful up here, so nice that this tree is at the top of a hill and I feel like that sunlight that trickles into her leaves, that mingles so deliciously with earth, with rain, with this balmy evening air.
Could you repeat what you said to the sun, dear apple?
“Stirring my soul's desires
With your vibrant, calming, fire.”
So is it enough to know so deeply this desire,
knowing that we are also the fire?
lolololol………doug!! lashes for you!! 10 for spelling my name wrong, and then 100 more for perception, lol….and 100 more for humor, 100 more for understanding and appreciation, 100 more for getting through ALL?? of my poetry???? Wow!! You are good!
200 for being too clear, another 200 for astute, 200 more for composition, 200 for curiousity, and 300 for courage!! 1000 for graciousness, and 1000 for not knowing I don't get jokes!!! hahah…..So, by the time you receive all of those lashes doug, the apples will have already succumbed to their fate, either some gentlemen will have picked them all, or they will get eaten up by the birds!!! Yikes, look at the havoc you created!! lolol..
on another note, I wrote everything except that, that was sent to me by a friend, that is why I didn't think about the word climb…….So, now you know…my friend doug!!!
But since you enjoyed so well the metaphor of the apples…I am glad it is there, cause I am laughing, laughing, laughing, you and Gael, two days in a row, I needed that!! And what a personality!! No lashes for that!! lol…
And I don't know if knowing is enough….nah….and btw, which flower are you??
Hi yaffie. You have a lot of stuff here. I wish I knew more about the contest.
Well here goes. I would like to be more involved with your poems as a reader. In many of them you speak of holding back, not divulging too much information . The reader should be allowed to unpack content from your impressions. Use what you already note, a useful device in poetry as well as love.
I found three poems that I particularly like and one which overshines the other two. I enjoyed “What a Woman Wants” This one has a lot of movement and good style.
Secondly the poem “Passion : A vision for a future love and marriage relationship” This poem was also well developed, perhaps worked out more than some. It was also a good strong read which had few pit falls which can cause a reader to leave the piece.
My favourite by far was “My incomprable Beloved”. This is by far your best piece of the collection, in my opinion. It stands alone as a wellworked piece. It has more depth which allows a reader to explore.
I don't have your poems in front of me now but in the future I'd lke to comment. Hope this helps , wish you luck and let me know how you do. Thanks for the reads and invite to read them. Alex
thank you alex, what kind of pitfalls?? And what did you think about The Soiled Madonna, alex, and Answer Me, Love??
ok i found it…;-)
give me a few secs and i'll be back with a review…
I have added many tears to your poems about Avi and your loss. I have not read all of your poems yet , but fully intend to. My heart can only deal with it little by litte. It is nearing the aniversary Of Terrell's passing . I so relate to those beautiful words from your heart, you have shared.
Answer Me, Love
When one finds that person in their life and suddenly your hearts beat as one, and you know this is the one you have been waiting for, then truly you can feel the depth of this poem .
If I Could See You and My Incomparable BelovedAs one who lost the love of her life, I find your poetic verse of grief, so eloquently expressed, captures the unspoken pain of those of us left behind, yet gives us the gentleness and hope of tomorrow. I thank you so much for being the voice for so many who have lost.. God shine on this beautiful soul.
Thank you Diane, I need to have it done today, so if you change your mind after you have read all, please, let me know today!!
God bless you, my friend!!
yaffa
Hi Yaffie
I have emailed you and let you know which poem I particularly loved, I shall come back to the others as I did feel they need my full attention again, your words are beautful and awaken us to depths of being…
blessings
Ange