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To Beginnings

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.

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I Wish…

I wish for the best, the most and the least


Enough, too much and certain relief


I wish that wishes would fall like rain


Out of dark clouds making people have faith again


I wish for more good to pass around the table


Like platters of food when times were more stable


I wish for no hunger, no anger, no pain


Scars that dissolved into loving yourself again


I wish only tears of joy ever were cried


That there were no wars, crime, or hurts held inside


I wish that we treated each other with kindness


No expectation of need in return


That memories brought laughter


For miles of the good things we’ve learned


I wish we each held ourselves with the greatest respect


Knowing how it feels to be lonely or sad


That we’d never want for another to feel as bad


I wish that time wasn’t a real thing


Or maybe that I could go back and forth in time like riding a swing


That feeling of putting your feet up higher that you might touch the sky


I wish we all felt like that for no reason why


All the time, I wish we felt our inner selves glowing


Drip drying quickly when we might feel anxious or rang out


I wish it didn’t take us a lifetime to figure what it’s about


I wish for flowers to grow in our minds


Seeds of love scattered from our hearts to find


I wish we didn’t wish pennies to bring good luck and wishing wells had magic water


That made us all transparent to see


The dreams we all hold in our souls


Of all the things we wish could be

Denise Rusley

@nobullheart on Instagram

@denise_rusley on Twitter

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#whatisyourwish #poetry #artoftheheart #bekind #toloveandbeloved #nobullheart #iwish #whatyouhopefor

Always the deepest gratitude to each of you that read and or comment.

It’s been a little bit since I’ve posted. This is a poem dear to my heart. I hope it will touch you and maybe spread a little magic.

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Another

We fixate on time

Instead of the space

Between lines that rhyme

Our prose into place

Today is tomorrow

The same as yesterday

Focusing on sorrow

While life gets away

We think therefore we are

Just as we’ve always been

Without trying to go far

We never even begin

Scratching the surface

Of the layers of us

Wasting our chances

As we become dust

In winds gusting and blowing

Flitter and fluttering about

Inside ourselves not knowing

How the cost of time will count

The times our hearts beat

Love into the spaces

For souls to connect and meet

In the dashes time embraces

Just a little thinking from my heart. I ebb and flow. Sometimes too much. Others not enough. My thinking is that it’s the space we’re in at this very moment that we are using, adding or taking away from, that matters the most. If we can stop letting the past haunt us and stop letting the future cause us anxiety, then “now” is what counts. From the switch at midnight, 2021 to 2022, we are the same.

It’s how we utilize the now, the present, that makes our future.

Happy New Year and prayers for peace, good health, joy and love!!

Thank you too for still being here even though sometimes I’m not.

#newyear #poetry #artoftheheart #poets #timethoughts #writers

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Blind

Blind

My heart

Not to feel

All that it sees

Broken

By others

That cannot see

With their own hearts

Breaking

Themselves in to pieces

Yet blame others

For their

Pain

Because they cannot see

With their hearts

Only their

Eyes

Their mind

Likes to think

It knows more is

Torture

#poetry #artoftheheart #perspective #whatyousee #elfchentrain #itsallaboutlove

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Silence

Pieces of life lived

Without a goodbye

Tears that fall

But never can cry

Dreams passing by

Like ships ghosting

Shadows at night

Winds holding still

Wings that won’t fly

Me without you

For no reason why

Words playing

With meanings

As if puppets on strings

Dancing around

Oblivious to things

Pieces of time

Wasted flashing by

Rhymes holding hostage

All that’s inside

The silence not visible

To naked eyes

Felt by ears waiting

No sound to be found

Like petals falling

Softly to the ground

Fingers speaking

In tongues

Worded Braille

Sans lungs

#poetry #artoftheheart #metaphors #love #timewaitsfornoone #writing

Artwork by @naoto_hattori on Instagram

Twinkling

All we are is temporary moments

Sandwiched and fleeting

Existing skipping pebbles of time

Across unseen planes of breaths and heart beats

Hoping to collide into twinkling fragments

That’s stretch our feelings into bones

Magnificently pulverized into dust

Scattered and glowing into souls

We have touched

Not outside

But within

#toloveandbeloved #loveneverfails #timetravelers #poetry #artoftheheart #twinklings

Emerald Dreams

Far Beyond And Out Of Reach

I looked at all that I could see

Green above and below me

In between the cracks of lonely spaces

In all the ways that sage graces

Life and love to heave and bleed

All the oxygen that fuels our need

To be as emeralds in a trunk

Of treasure that’s been lost and sunk

Weighted fathoms deep in wanted seas

For moments lost I refused to seize

The bounty of gems within my grasp

Feeling certain the green wouldn’t last

Instead the brilliance would be sure to fade

On the bed of withered moss I’d made

Far beyond and out of reach

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#poetry #writers #nobullheart #dreamers

Colors

There was something pink or blue upon my mind

It was floating in the air above my eye

Catching words from skies not knowing what I’d find

Seeking hues as shades of green but not sure why

The wanders I ponder to places I feel

Deep inside letters that had no name

Less or more words playing sexy appeal

Less is more like a match to a flame

Fire burns sight unseen in broad daylight

Bridges that were retardant to heat

Invisible ink like morse code at night

Sounding like thoughts read out loud waiting to meet

Dreams and wishes that long only to be

Real not make believe thoughts hiding in shadows

Fingers stained grey with inked fantasy

Metaphors walking planks to the gallows

Only one hammer and only one nail

Pieces of stories never yet told

Of then and when and how love prevails

On their pages aging daily unfold

Denise Rusley

Nobullheart

Thank you for reading. I appreciate true tactful feedback.

#poetry #sleuths #metaphors #deepermeanings #artoftheheart #truth #writing #nobullheart

Art by @ladyart75

@ladyart75 on Instagram

Sweet

Do not give me flowers

Instead sow seeds for me

Seeds of kindness paid forward

To grow bouquets of humanity

A fragrance to last eternally

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Denise Rusley

Thank you for reading.

#poetry #artoftheheart #bethedifference #sowkindness #believe #toloveandbeloved #behumane

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Meta For Stars

I didn’t see the stars tonight

Or look up in the sky

Yet I still made a wish for you

I knew the stars knew why

It’s said that lovers look at moons

If only to have love

But as I thought of you this night

I prayed you’d have what you dream of

I do not pretend to know

All the things that you do

Still I pray the best and most

That the stars will come through for you

I know you do not know

That I said a secret prayer

Wishing up at stars tonight

Silently blown into the air

I think I think of wishes

Usually for me, myself and I

But as I thought of you

I prayed your hidden tears will dry

You will not know this is yours

These words that are not colored

The stars I did not see tonight

For you, I know they wander

Yes it seems it really is true

Way up in the sky so dark

Millions of stars are twinkling

Their lights and searching for you

I do not need to see the stars

To know that they are there

Only feel for you inside my heart

That your wishes they will hear

It is a simple hope

From one friend to another

That the stars will shower you tonight

With peace more than any other

I didn’t see the stars tonight

Or moonbeams from crescent moons

Though I prayed that their magic

Will heal all your heart’s wounds

I didn’t see the stars tonight

Or look up in the sky

Still I pray the best for you

No matter the who, what or the color of the sky

Denise Rusley

@nobullheart

#poetry #prayers #stars #wishes #fridayblessings #artoftheheart #wordfriends

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One Hundred Poems

You speak your speak and I will speak mine

Magical words wanton in meanings and rhymes

Though I am young, I too, am also old

With temptable syllables yet to be told

It’s no one’s quandary to wonder

What through my encrypted eyes they may wander

Through worlds too small or too freshly green

Where secret ideas seed and dream

Be kind to the trees for the seasons they’ve been

Their deep rooted bodies for lives they friend

I may speak for the trees, one hundred of them

I may speak for the one hundred trees

They are too few left and not enough bees

They have been deceived and left to be still

To weather whether their branches can feel

Unable to scream or deploy or any other such noise

The world has forgotten and is playing with toys

In a romper room playground at recess

If anyone is really listening is anyone’s guess

So listen to every creak and moan and grumbling sound

Put your ears to the dirt hear deep in the ground

Listen quit talking balking start walking

Run your fingers through the gravelly rocks calling

Feel each pebble hear it’s longing

Make your own magic stand in the sand

Never give up do not settle this is not man’s land

I speak for the one hundred trees

Crawling on their knees

Begging and praying for anyone to hear

Listen pay attention before they disappear

Now back to the start if you are really still here

Do not question the colors I see they do not fear

Not for all the fishes swimming in the darkest blue sea

I speak for the one hundred trees, I for them and they for me

Thank you for reading

Denise Rusley

Nobullheart

#poetry #wordcolors #metaphors #toloveandbeloved #wordplay #writing #trees #honesty

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