Guest post of Poetry

An other great post has been sent in by Jane Love (almost wrote Jane Eyre, but she is not that old classic of course 🙂 ). Enjoy!


Heart Pangs

From dusk to dawn…
From stretches to yawn –
Thoughts of you race through my mind.
The very moment I sleep,
Your beautiful face starts to creep
Into a dream that I frequently find
Myself in.
For every night in it, you ride
On your way to meet me
At the church where all will see
My hands lift the veil off you, my bride.
As the priest spoke,
To focus and wait is what I tried.
But whenever I stared at you…
At your beauty – my patience broke.
When we kissed, all cried.
And those who minded were quite a few.
Now you know you’re a professional thief.
Because every night you steal my dreams
Only to stay for a period that’s too brief.
Thus leaving me shedding streams
Upon my awakening.
All because you’re no longer here, my love.
You’ve gone too soon.

Weekly Poetry, #5 – Guest Post 3 by Jane Love

And the third part of her trilogy, as we scheduled

beauty girl cry



Five days you were in a coma
Five days when i thought it was over
Our newfound love demolished by karma’s single maneuver
It took you out like a ranger
Thus putting my life in danger


Cause baby you can’t have forgotten
That without you am nothing
God, you’ve got to bring him back
Or i can’t do anything
I remember the most recent chapter
Of our relationship
Your smile, your laughter
Your sportsmanship.
We were supposed to live happily ever after
In this lovely partnership

– – – – – – – – –  – – –

This is the desire
That i voiced out to my Messiah
If he saved you, I would lift him higher.
I’m no liar
So am bound to keep my word
As long as my request is granted by God
And you return back to this world
to be united with me – your love.

– – – – – –  – – –  – – –

You and I are meant to be

I will never let go of thee

So, if you so desire to go,

Take someone ….. Take me.

Weekly Poetry, #4 – Guest Post 2 by Jane Love

Another week, another poem. Second part of Jane Love‘s poem trilogy work.

Image, again, provided by the author of the poem.




i don’t know how long i have been crying

but my tearful face is drying

and to be calm what i am trying.

Dr. Blake’s words sent my heart flying –

i cannot imagine you dying.


now, in sorrow, i feel downcast

because without you, i would be an outcast…..

A character who plays in no cast.

I have a hunch this calm might not last.


Drivers like that – i would love to punish!

How can you spend the night drinking

only to set off driving ( in a way that hurt my sweetheart ) without thinking?!!


How can you hit down a person and then vanish?

You failed to assist because of the police arriving.

If i were an assassin assigned to you, i’d kill you without blinking!!!!


Dearest, your wound was nasty

but please do not be hasty

to forget that i will be here WAITING

until the day of your awakening.

Weekly poetry, #3

And a good one to you too…a day, I mean, of course!

Weekly Poetry might suggest at first hearing a poem a week, but, hey, let’s break suggested rules. I am living on the edge 😀

Here is an other fresh work of my sleepy, unresting mind, full with plans and expectations, excitements. Constantly active, working, thinking… And yes you see it right, Weekly Poetry’s gotten its own featured image, recurring. A kind of a large logo of it, easy to spot the series between other posts, although I’ve created a new, Poetry category as well.

Exits and plans


Too sleepy, all the thoughts are aching,

Early to stand, but no dreams coming.

Every slow minute, and every damn hour,

Lying restless, in a tired man’s desire.

Something must linger, under the conscious,

Worries on plans, plans bring such a circus?

We have great plans, fears need not to be paired to,

The consciousness says, I’d love to listen to, I hear you!

Would I be, or could, this much excited?

Or the mind, spirit’s awake, while

It smells doom at the exit?!

<by: Me>

Weekly Poetry, #2 – Guest Post by Jane Love

Welcome to an other episode of poetry. This time, instead of another work from me, a piece written and sent to me by Jane Love.

This is the first work out of her poem trilogy. Other two works are also on the schedule: 12th and the 19th of April. Something to put into your calendar perhaps?! 🙂

Images are  provided by the guest poster, and  they are linked to her site Harmonious Joy.



This was supposed to be a splendid date-

a setup involving a strategically placed bait

that may eventually lead to a life-long mate.

But i am afraid you will have to wait-

I may be a little Late.


As i crossed the highway road,

i was freed from my heavy load

because when i exited the shop,

out of my hands – flew the cake.

Down on the ground i did drop

after i was hit by a car with no brake.


You will probably think my love confession was fake

and throw our conversation into anger’s lake

for what i hear from Dr. Blake

is that i may never wake.


Baby, i am alone on this track.

My body feels as though it was crushed by a bowling rack.

Everywhere i look seems black.

Yet even in this darkness,my love for you will never lack.


Dearest, i’m scared.

Should i come back?

Or should i go on being dead?

On Fascism, Poetry and Survival

I just was thinking about to enrich the collection of poems on My side of the Force, not just with my own or from classical authors, but today’s great, half hidden talents.

And… ladies and gentlemen, talents in our world there are, like the lady wrote this peace of heart and soul grabbing beauty. A piece of poetry where you feel from exactly what it is about, its title is surely fitting. Just amazing.

I’m not someone of reblogging, although there is certainly nothing wrong with, I love more creating from scratch, but there are beautiful experiences, gorgeous, exemplary use of words just must be shared out. Enjoy Kelly Hayes’ painting with words!

Transformative Spaces

One of the things I love about this page is that it can become whatever it needs to be, or whatever I need it to be, on a given day. Tonight, I need it to be a wall I can chalk a poem on, before walking away. My thanks to those who read it.

Another Poem About Survival

Step backward, forward or aside as needed.
There were never any roadmaps.
Shelter yourself and others,
in fabric, between walls and with open arms.
There are days so dark that light must hide
its glow,
its motion,
to grow until its fully formed.

With armies mounting,
and knocking down doors
our hopes are hidden children
breathing behind false walls,
and whispered dreams —
neither deferred nor deployed.

They exist amid memories and empty chairs,
but at times leave us to eat alone,
longing for the pitch of a friend, or lover

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