Poems by smpalardy

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trapped in the forest

as the trees were culled
the light penetrated the forest
it’s powerful magic awakening a beauty
a woman of secret elegant charm
not seen for many a seasoncaptured and trapped
in the soil of the bayou
by the curse of a witch
envious and resentful
of the lady’s allureas the forest warms up
the lady struggles and pleads
to be freed from the realm
of the witches damnation
but her pleading goes unheeded

has the witch triumphed
will her evil prevail
with time the young beauty
gets drawn back into her tomb of earth
never again to be heard of again.

 

 
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my woman

a smile that gleams and shines on my day
piercing crystalline pools of brown
focus on mine and melt me away
succulent lips licking inviting a deep kisstalented, creative and hard to define
so many facets drawing me close
yesterday, and always forever
you are my dream, my lover, my musewe caress each other with abandon
passion pours in rivulets between our skin
as we join, you make me tremble with excitement
intensity reveals the palpable ardor

you made me yours from the moment we met
i made you mine wth my unending quest
today we are one for each other
true love in our color, true love in our pleasure

will you be mine forever I ask
you are my reason for living with joy
i will give you any gift of your desire each day
i am devoted to you in a most blissful way


Five Poems by smpalardy

my shelby

she sits quietly with unease
her heart is mean and strong
gleaming eyes sparkling ahead
her mouth gulping in air

 

flowing curves of sexy muscle
dominant and dynamic
dipped in liquid silver
she is a vigorous lady

– smpalardy



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my muse

my muse
sensual curves
consume my mind
she distracts
she compelsthe land is weaving
following her will
quietly giving her
reflections
liquid melding way afar

what golden gift awaits
this jagged interruption
is it of nature
or of man
a secret held by my sweet muse

– smpalardy


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beneath the rain

a tiny drop begins a rush 
bouncing off the tin sheets
of dull metal roofing
plink plunk plink

 

what once was insignificant
sheets of diamonds fall
waterfalls cascade and still
plink plunk plink

– smpalardy


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mind games

there lives in my head
a very strange lout
long in the wind
very short in the whata simple squatter
a guest in the house
throw him to the curb
he’s causing much doubt

jumble and muddle
i meld into the upset
raised up by that goon
thinking is hurting so much

why do i amuse him
playing into his games
i will myself stronger
shut out his intrusion

raised up by the fire
fueled by good thoughts
i finally dismiss him
casting him out from within

– smpalardy



rainbowstairs

seeking my rainbow

my mama taught me well
ideals, faith, scruples
my pa trained me well
conduct, character, norms

 

i struggled with morality
wrestled with the judgment
i clashed with assumptions
standards, attitudes, ideology

filled with doubt and uncertainty
i agonized over my integrity
i was perturbed by my fantasy
the crux of my essence

i climbed the stone steps upward
directed, coached, expected
they were hard and distressing
on the core of my integrity

suddenly i came to see
i need not be disturbed
for high above the route i took
there shone my reality

no ambiguity, no agony
no turmoil or discomfort
there appeared above the path
the rainbow of my authenticity

all doubt dissipated from my mind
my spirit glowed with happiness
my rainbow awaited with bright hues
guiding my happiness and truth.

– smpalardy





Yeah, Maybe – A Poem

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via Daily Prompt: Maybe

yeah, maybe

maybe  yes and maybe not
i do not want to answer
i do not want to choose
maybe is my expertise
yeah, maybe

i roll my eyes
i huff my breath
my hands rise up
the shrug is next
yeah, maybe

you’ll have to wait
i don’t really know
i’ll have to guess
you’ll get to know
yeah, maybe

sm palardy



 

Seeking My Rainbow – A Poem

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seeking my rainbow

my mama taught me well
ideals, faith, scruples
my pa trained me well
conduct, character, norms

i struggled with morality
wrestled with the judgment
i clashed with assumptions
standards, attitudes, ideology

filled with doubt and uncertainty
i agonized over my integrity
i was perturbed by my fantasy
the crux of my essence

i climbed the stone steps upward
directed, coached, expected
they were hard and distressing
on the core of my integrity

suddenly i came to see
i need not be disturbed
for high above the route i took
there shone my reality

no ambiguity, no agony
no turmoil or discomfort
there appeared above the path
the rainbow of my authenticity

all doubt dissipated from my mind
my spirit glowed with happiness
my rainbow awaited with bright hues
guiding my happiness and truth.

sm palardy

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shush – a poem of liberation

 

shush

the enigma that is me
the keys to my mystery
confidential, baffling
monumental monstrosity

of intimate hush-hush

shush

deep inside me
hidden beside me
you and me
we’ve got them all
rotting in our souls

shush

the undisclosed
do eat the holes
scars fill the whole
furtive glances
do you know as I do?

shush

i fatigue from within
the burden is a demon
turning lies against me
self-esteem becomes a dream
my essence is denied

shush

i must scrutinize
emancipate
yes, liberate
the truth of my essence
the secrets that i hold

shush?

i embrace my individuality
my truth is convoluted
exceptional, commendable
misunderstood
some is undesirable

shush?

mental illness
yes, and more
i realize, my rainbow self
discover me i say to you
i dare you to explore

shush… no more

sm palardy


 

The 10% Rule – A Poem

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 The 10% Rule

every life unfolds
on its own terms
every person fights for life
on their own terms

a game-plan for existence
life has the ball and is running
move right, move left, up and down
reacting to life and it’s vagaries

anguish, despair and vexation
the price of futile combat
life is complex and powerful
wielding weapons of mass depression

the constant worthless battle 
trying to control and manage
life is a formidable, tireless foe
yours and mine and theirs

the power is ours to do and make due
attitudes must be challenged
negative thoughts, feelings renounced
confidence and positivity breeds zest and zeal

the rule of 10% lives on
when life serves you torment and misery
become the 90% that transforms
life becomes wonder, victory, joy

– sm palardy



 

 

 

 

Crazy

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crazy

crazy scares the masses
fear leads the charge
misunderstanding is the fuel
no need for effort
just crazy

crazy is disturbing
you think it is for you?
try being afflicted
your mind having its own agenda
struggling for control

crazy is a stigma
misconstrued, misapprehended
slowly it devours self-esteem
ravaging confidence and worth
leaving disgrace in their place

crazy is but one word
kooky, nuts, wacky, berserk
many people think these apply
get over it, don’t make a fuss
it’s all in your head mrs. jones

crazy is what crazy does
what’s wrong with you?
get a grip on yourself
anxiety, depression, bipolar and more
crazy one and all

call me crazy – no i decline
i am not my disorders nor are they i
i am a person not a diagnosis
i do what i can to remain that way
all too easy to fall into your judgment

crazy is but your ignorant label
tagging me with deprecation
against which i battle
fighting against your apathy
every day a challenge and a struggle

mental illness are the words
that liberate from crazy
lead to empathy and compassion
comprehension comes calling
stigma ends its rule

sm palardy



 

 

Depression

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Depression

stark, cold, clinging
looming & palpable
intense, cutting, infernal
bleak
the anguish of depression is
depressing

knowing it’s coming
feeling its chill creep into me
taking charge
a change of guard
the mental mongols have arrived

here it comes again
no idea how long it will last
how deep the wounds will be
how profoundly it will infiltrate
who will i become

depression attacks
no mercy comes my way
i am rendered despondent
buffeted by the hot wind of torment
the hostage of my mind

– sm palardy



Gratitude

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Gratitude

gratitude transforms 
my essence is illuminated
vital energy envelopes me
i flourish

a burgeoning garden of love
gratitude blooms with great delight
the glow illuminates my spirit
recognition, thankfulness prevail

sweet, cleansing breeze
blows in to convert
love comes to life
i embrace the gifts

gratitude leads the way 
assuages the pain
transforms envy
thankfulness take their place

gratitude
a strength, a gift, an inspiration

– sm palardy