Under the Glow

Under the Glow

Turning,
he sees her,
naked in the
moon's shadowy
glow

She walks toward
him, her hair
softly blowing in
the warm summer wind

Is this MoonAngel real
or just a fantasy,
he wonders to himself

She nears and whispers
against his ear the words
he wants to hear

"Take me now, Javelin King,
under this starry sky and
fly with me to Ecstasy"

It was a night written
for them, these lovers
worlds apart, lost in
rising passion as
the moon smiled down
on their joining,
under the glow

Lynn West
(c)2010

Treasures in the Crest


There are times when
you find laughter
through the tears,
when memories
and ties that bind
forge you on, like the
dawning of a new day


Treasured moments
spent in the circle
of family, to be
held in your heart
forevermore, building
a bridge of blessings,
"stone" by precious stone

Counted blessings,
one by one, with every
skinned knee and "kiss
and make it better"

Days when you know
there are angels
in your midst, just
by holding a little
hand or sitting
quietly with an elder,
whose wise eyes speak
volumes, even when the words
can no longer form on their
lips

We can walk through
life dismissing these
tiny treasures in our life's
chest, ignoring our "crest"
or we can choose to
celebrate them

I choose to celebrate...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

The Maiden

The Maiden

She sits alone
in an ivory tower
of solitude whilst
the world ticks by

Her beauty stays throughout
the years and her hair
flows like a river of moonlight

She seeks the truth at the Gate
of Horn and finds her way inside
as she listens with quiet reserve
to the voice of her inner child
and believes in sanctity
and happily ever after

Lynn West
(c) 2010

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Gifted Day

..............
Wake not to a lifeless dawn,
rather, find solace in the voice
of the morning's light,
as dawn rises over the horizon
while birds chatter news
of God's gift to us --
the birth of a new day

Taking hold of this
package bestowed
in ribbons of a
dew swept morning
open it with care,
cherishing each special
moment of your gifted
day, thinking not of
the what ifs and should
haves but rather of the
beauty of another gifted day

Carrying with you to your
slumber-fair all the shining
memories you have created
from this special gift given
with the morning's rise

Falling asleep to the sounds
of the night, the symphony
of creatures designed to lull us
into the wonderland of dreams,
to awaken, God willing, to another
gifted day, once again bestowed with
the ribbons of the dew and the
spun silk of a spider's web, glistening
in the morning sunlight

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Solitary Moon

Solitary Moon

Adrift in this sea of loneliness,
by myself in a crowd

Gazing at couples like
a hungry wolf, feeling
not jealousy but forlorn

Wondering when our day will come,
our "warm sunny day,"
a time for us and us alone

You walk the desert
as I climb the mountain,
holding tight to the
other one's soul

Stumbling through days,
while months turn to
years as I watch another
solitary moon

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Impervious

Impervious

Tender moments,
touches await
in my dream
filled nights

Elusive arms
that long to hold
me tight

Untouchable you,
unreachable me,
twin souls a world
apart

Desires unquenched
from lovers bold
in mind, but not
in heart...
Lynn West
(c) 2010

Seawash

Seawash

Drenched in an unshakeable coat,
wings flailing as they move to
rid themselves of man's mistakes

Sand forever soiled by the
greed of many makes
a pitiful sight to behold
and though a part of us
yearns to turn our heads,
our hearts cry out,
as we watch the horror
of a seawash's demise

Dreams washed away
with the tide
as millions look on
with mixed feelings of
anger and despair

Even our children's children
will know the sting from
this corporate scorpion

For the seawash will never
feel the same as we walk the beach
wanting only sand between our toes

Mother Earth, we feel your pain, as
yet another burden is placed upon
your laden shoulders

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Abandoned

Abandoned
Lost in a world
of "who am I,"
abandoned by
his own memories

He searches the room,
seeking some clue, an
answer, for "who is that
man in my mirror"

His loved ones sit by,
helpless to his plight,
as his days drip by
like a slow, leaky faucet

Now and then he finds
himself again, for
the briefest snatch
of time and for
a moment life
is like it was as
memories breeze
through his mind
like a warm summer
wind...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

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Namaste

Namaste

Hardships fall when
least expected
and the course is set
by our perspective
of a brighter day
or a darker dawn

Drink with your
glass half full
and your soul
will never feel
empty...

Step through life
with a sure foot
and an open mind

Quote not the greats,
spilling wisdom from
your lips like rain from
a stormy sky, unless
you are prepared to
live by the words
you find yourself
sharing

Life is a circle and
we come into it
kicking and screaming, may
we never give up that
will...

Namaste to my brethren
peace to my sisters

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Rose Colored Glasses

Rose Colored Glasses

It's a work in progress
and you live it day by day;
take it slow or rush it by,
you end up the same way

"Live it to the fullest"
is my philosophy -
be a teacher and a
student of wit
and integrity

It isn't always going
to be an easy thing
but if you live your
life in the dark,
how will you know
when to sing?

Life is your own mirror,
how you see it
is really up to you

Be thankful for every
moon rise and
happy when the
sun shines through...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Boogie Fever

Boogie Fever

I feel the need
to move my feet as
the music stirs my soul

I start to drift along
with the beat, my body
out of control

Let the music take you
where you want to be
-- everyone should dance

Get up, feel it, shake your booty
while you've got the chance...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

In thinking about all those internet terms we use so freely - so I thought I would share a grin with ya!

LOL

lmao is just a phrase,
but what if it really "left"
I couldn't sit, or have it pinched,
I'd really feel quite bereft...

lol is a better term,
yes, that's the way to go,
but when I think about it
"lmao" would be quite a show...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Sea of Despair

Sea of Despair

Feelings washed up
like broken seashells
along the shore

Doubts ebbing my very soul
as it cries out like a lone
gull, searching, wandering,
lost in a storm of my
memories

You have played your
role very well as Captain
of my destiny and while
I let you set the course,
I have none to blame for my
misery but myself

So alone I walk the
sandy shore while the
moon illuminates my
way and the ghost
of you whispers
in the wind

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Hope

Hope is that surge of "inner light" when you find yourself holding your breath in anticipation of what is going to happen next

Lynn West
(c) 2008

Life's a Beach

My back aches,
my hair is gray
I can't remember a word I say!

My face is wrinkled,
my clothes are too
and sometimes I pass gas
just out of the blue!

But life's a "beach"
when you get "old,"
coz you no longer have
to do what you're told!!

Lynn West
(c) 2008

Dusk

Dusk

Hurry sunset, I need my moon,
in all it's quiet beauty

Be still, wind, I want to "hear"
as eventide breaks o'er the horizon

Silence, birds, head to your roost,
it's time to close this day

Awaken, stars and sprinkle the sky
with bursts of tiny diamonds

Here she comes, my faithful moon,
to guard me and the sea

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Wally's Gangstas

Wally's Gangstas

Plastic swords flailing,
one hand in the air
ah, but that's not all,
upset carts, if you dare

Empty out the bins,
scattering clothes
as you go,
then acting the innocent
when someone "sees"
the show

Wear a certain color,
a different kind of cap,
watch out for security
or you'll wind up in
his trap

Ask yourself one question
of how it's going to be
will you continue this
life of mischief
and debauchery?

I hope you answer
"no, not I"
for this you need to know,
the petty crime is fun
for now, but don't let
it lead you to death row...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

for DH

The Garden

The Garden

My fingers itch
for the soil,
my body aches
but welcomes the toil
of digging in the earth
on a warm spring day

To plant the seeds, all in a row,
then sit back to watch
them grow,
'tis sheer heaven in a
comforting way

To feast upon one's bounty,
grown by thine own hand
is worth more than all the
riches found across the land

So grow ye herbs and lentils,
corn, wheat and peas too
and you will feed the Earth,
my friend, starting with you

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Drizzle

Drizzle

Darkness circling,
when will the sun shine
again?

Rain clouds looming,
driving me to tears

Anguish drips
on my window sill

Dampness feels like the
grip of death

Sol, why have you forsaken me?

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Shading Life

Shading Life

Don't mess with my memories,
I have them in my mind "just so"

Don't remind me of the facts,
I don't really want to know

Denial is my tutor, hope,
my best friend

I constantly replay the good times
over and over again...

Living my life in a bubble of what was
seems to be the only way

To get through all the lonely nights
and face another day

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Time Trap

Time Trap

Time falls away
as the sky opens
her arms to
shed sweet tears

Alone, she paces,
oblivious to the rain,
drenched in uncertainty

Foggy windows hide
the clock that has long
since stopped it's ticking

Nicotine-stained fingers
flick ashes to the floor
as he taps his restless foot
and once again closes his
bloodshot eyes... on the
night that never ends

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Abyss of the Soul

Abyss of the Soul

Dark is the night when the stars
won't shine, like a hole in the bottom
of the sea...

Black is the heart of the evil one,
standing over me

Ebony splinters where once was the
soul of the man who lost his way

Raven sparks fly from his eyes;
he will find no peace today

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Psyche

Psyche

She livens up the party,
just by walking in

Every time he looks
at her, a new world
does begin

He loves the feel of her
touch, he lives to hear
her talk

And lordy he's not the
only man who loves
to watch her walk

Her dark eyes glisten
in the candle's light
and he feels complete
on this starry night

She's every man's dream
and wish to come true

Who is she, you ask?

Look in the mirror,
it's you...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

Seeking Wisdom

Seeking Wisdom

Many are the days when I
knock on wisdom's door,
drinking in the knowledge
like I never have before

Yearning for answers
to the questions that are asked
of how and why and where and when,
I have discovered to be my task

Contemplating solutions
to the problems I find at hand,
perhaps my greatest joy to date
is "seeking to understand"


Lynn West
(c) 2010

Wandering Home

When we let our minds wander,
we always end up going home...

Lynn West
(c) 2010

The Miser

The Miser

Money is his god
and as he touches it
in frenzied motion,
maddened, scurrying,
like a squirrel gathering nuts...

And for the hundredth
time he counts and recounts
the stacks of paper and runs
his hands across the neatly
stacked rows of coins, shining,
golden hue'd idols, listening
he peers out the window,
hears a shout and curses,
now he must start his
precious count again....

and he laughs the laugh
of the miser

and sits in the cold house

alone...

Lynn West
(c) 2010