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- This was not a midnight poem, but it was an insomnia one.
Si te hago un poema,
¿Me lo respondes de vuelta?
Si te escribo pistas
¿Entenderás la respuesta?
Si te lo digo con abrazos y caricias
¿Me seguirás el juego?
Si te lo digo con un beso
¿Entenderás entre versos?
Te entrego atardeceres,
para que me des tus noches.
Te regalo mis amaneceres,
para que te escapes en mis suspiros.
Te dedico mis recuerdos para que
puedas vivir otro día en ellos.
Te extraño en cada juego de
miradas en el espejo
Descansa en paz y deja el
insomn en mi lecho.
Ah, my child, though I cannot write back,
Know that I love you and
Hold you tight in my dreams.
Yes, I can still dream of you
and send you love back.
You look to the sky--sunset and sunrises.
Do you not know, that I am always with you,
Resting in God's Love and yours... Always...
"You are just like her" she said as she left the room And suddenly there was another name on her lips when she saw me, there was another face and feeling. I wasn't me. I was her. I had her tone of voice
That remarks that you are stupid, without saying it.
I had her eyes that look at you as you walk with anger. Why're you walking away from her?
I had her pain, anger, vengeance and malice.
I didn't feel like causing pain.
But did I look like I was enjoying it like her?
Was I ignorant of the damage I had done?
She became a shadow in the corner of my eye
As she whispered "you would never escape nature. Now come back to momma, dear. Is time to sleep."
I stare blankly at you
Nothing but rocks and blood
I am supposed to belong
You care for me and heal Wounds,
Scare away Shadows that pain me.
Everytime I come to you,
It feels shallow Like talking in an empty room
So I start to scream, Fill the space
My eyes water, My throat dries.
And I say I felt your warm. But it isn't true.
I only feel like I am in a deeper hole.
They force me to feel everything
So when there is nothing left
I will feel at peace.
I don't. It's just an unfulfilled promise...
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Hi Everybody, I've had a special guest poet today that I met on Tumblr...I read the first poem above and commented "Keep Writing..." but she did contact me regarding sharing here at Book Readers Heaven... I got the first poem ready, but I wanted more, so she sent me two more. I hope you like them... Although I have said many times that I don't have the background for reviewing poetry--I normally respond to the words most of all, I did agree to share my thoughts...
This individual, I feel, must write! She has found an outlet for expression that speaks for her as well as spoke to me, and I believe, will speak to others. She mostly writes in Spanish and I asked to include one here. Of course, I immediately went out and translated, LOL. For that one, I felt a response--perhaps not a response that was expected, but it felt right as I wrote it...
When we are young, our emotions are so strong, aren't they? It seems that there is nobody who can understand what we are going through. And yet, when you are brave enough to write a poem--yes, brave enough--you will find that there is not many, but a few who will find that your words have spoken about what you yourself, and they, have experienced... In the first two poems there is a reaching out to a special someone, while in the third, there is a plea--Don't you know I didn't want to cause pain and I certainly didn't enjoy it? Why oh why do we all get into these types of situations? These words force us to think about how we treat others, don't they?
Some people may not, but there will always be somebody who will listen or read what you've written. I find I am sympatico with this writer... and realize that she will need to become even more open to continue to write and work to learn other languages. That is a challenge that I believe should be taken and, indeed, Keep Writing, Michaella!
If some of you are Spanish speaking, I hope you will be sure to leave comments below... Michaella, I hope you will visit Book Readers Heaven again and perhaps...as an ongoing contributor!?
Ezra had never been as nervous as she was now with any of the ghosts she encountered, and she helped hundreds in her life find the white light to go home. Hundreds. “Jenna, don’t talk to me until we get home. Not one word. Just sit there and be quiet.”
“Okay.”
“Before I start the car, and then you keep quiet, why did you appear to me as a child?”
“Because I wasn’t sure you’d be the one I needed to protect until I saw Grant’s photo. So, appearing to you as a child, well… I thought you’d be more receptive to seeing me.”
“I’m a medium, Jenna. Since I was a child, I’ve seen apparitions. At five, of course, I was afraid. I told my grandma that I saw what I called… cloud people… because I didn’t know the word ghost… and she told me I was clairvoyant… same as she was. But she told me I didn’t need to be afraid. With her help, I learned to use my “gift” as she called it. But after a year, it became normal for me to see these visions. It’s not you who I’m afraid of. I’m afraid of what you said about Grant. Understand?”
“It’s true.”
“Let’s go home. Not another word until we get in the house. Just let me think while you sit quietly.”
“Okay.”
Allie and the two cats were still watching at the upstairs window, waiting for their return. When they saw the car pulling into the driveway they went downstairs.
The front door slammed and Ezra threw her black beaded purse on the long Victorian sofa, filled with antique laces, along with herself.
“Okay, now I want to know why you’re here. Tell me everything you know about Grant. He’s can’t be a murderer. He’s well known here, Jenna. People get along with him, and he’s not a murderer or a rapist.”
Jenna sat on the long coffee table in front of the long sofa. She calmly told Ezra, “Grant murdered me. I know it’s him. I stayed in his apartment with tape over my mouth and tied to his bed for three days. He raped me every night and when the news got too close to finding me, he smothered me with a pillow and threw me into a canal when he left college in Florida to come to New Orleans. Ask Jason. He knows about this. He came into the apartment one night and…”
“Did Jason rape you?”
“No, he didn’t, but he suggested that he get rid of me as soon as possible and told Grant he was crazy or on some kind of bad drugs to do that to me. But Jason meant to let me go not kill me. Grant got mad and Jason left the apartment. Next thing I remember is that I saw a pillow over my face… and I’m in another world in water. Dead. My divorced parents never found me… and until today I don’t know where my physical body is.”
Ezra was in shock. Stunned. “I just can’t believe this story. I just can’t. As a clairvoyant, why didn’t I feel that Grant was this type of person? Why didn’t I ever see that part of his nature… inside of him?”
Jenna, in her white foggy vision, got up from the long coffee table and sat down next to Ezra on the sofa.
“You didn’t feel that part of him because that part of him never came out with you. He fell in love with you, and you only know the loving side of him. If you get him angry, he’ll get aggressive with you and he’ll hurt you. That’s why I’m here. It took me a year to find him.”
“How did you find him?” Ezra was mystified.
“I heard your séance when the wind sent your words to me… and I followed the wind until I came to you. I saw your wedding photo with Grant and I knew I couldn’t leave you. I will never forget his face. Grant murdered me.”
Getting up from the sofa, Ezra walked into the kitchen to get some water. The lump in her throat was smothering her and the uneasiness in her chest was tightening. She paced for a while and then went back to sit on the sofa. “I’ve never had a ghost lie to me. I’m speechless.”
“I’m not lying,” Jenna said, as she folded her translucent arms around Ezra. Allie and the cats sat on the sofa with them and she joined in on the hug to comfort Ezra. Smokey and Sugar curled up on her lap. It was clear to see Ezra’s heart was torn apart and she was in shock.
“It’s only four o’clock,” said Jenna. “Go upstairs and lie down and think about what I said. I don’t think Grant will come back here.”
“But he lives here. We’re married. He has to come back home at some point in time. He has to.” Ezra was crying. Her mind was trying to process what Jenna told her and it just wasn’t registering. “He’s not a murderer. He can’t be.”
Allie brought her a tissue. Smokey stayed curled up close beside her and Jenna went back on the coffee table. As they watched Ezra cry her sorrows out, the front door opened. It was Grant.
“Ezra!”
“Grant, you’re back. Is the wedding over?”
“No, it’s not over. This party will go on late into the night and I’m staying in Jason’s guest house until I can come back and stay with you and your ghosts’ friends.”
Grant was clearly still annoyed but he seemed to get some pleasure in telling Ezra that he wouldn’t be with her.
“How long?” asked Ezra.
“How long… what?” Grant was quickly packing a small bag with some of his clothes and toiletries.
“How long will you be staying away from home?”
“I don’t know yet, Ezra Smith. You’ve made me so embarrassed in front of my friends. I told Jason a little about you and your ghosts. He won’t tell anyone else, so don’t worry about that. He’s drinking and having fun.”
“You told him! You promised me you wouldn’t tell anyone. How could you?”
“Did you hear me?” Grant stood straight up with both hands on his hips as to show her he was the boss. “I said… he won’t tell anyone, so don’t worry. Have fun here with your little ghost friends. I’ll call you when I’m ready to come home.”
Ezra got up from the sofa and threw a vase at him, but it hit the opened door and not Grant.“No! You don’t call me! I’ll call you if I want you back here. I don’t know who you are. Did you…”
Jenna pushed Ezra on the sofa. “Don’t tell him anything about the murder. He’ll hurt you right now.”
“Did I what… Ezra?”
“Never mind. Just get the hell out of my house!” Ezra cried.
“I’m doing that right now.” He slammed the front door shut and Ezra ran after him. She immediately stopped crying when she got to the door and saw him go into a strange car that Ezra had never seen before and sat next to a woman she didn’t know. But she didn’t know any of Jason’s friends or family.
Slamming the front door shut, she yelled,“Oh! I’m so mad right now. I hope he chokes on a chicken bone at the buffet! Grant was never like this. Never. Over something that we could sit down and talk about, he’s mad as all hell at me.”
“He won’t talk to you about his past or any murder he committed,” said Jenna. “So, let him go. He’ll call you. In the meantime, after you settle down, I can tell you about what he did to me. He did rape me, and after that, he murdered me. I can tell you everything.”
“Then will you want to go into the white light?”
“I’m not leaving you until I know you’re safe. He’s a dangerous man.”
Ezra threw herself on the sofa and cried some more and Smokey and Sugar laid down next to her again. Jenna and Allie sat on the coffee table and watched...
What would you do if somebody told you that your husband had committed murder? Would you believe that your loving husband was capable of murder? Taking it a step further, what if the one who told you that he was a murderer, was an actual victim of your husband?!
Ezra is our main character. She is a successful author of ghost stories but she is also a clairvoyant... And, although nobody knows it, her books are actually nonfiction stories about those individuals who have died and she helped move on into the light... Ezra is also still early in her honeymoon period and is very happy with Grant, remembering often how she felt each morning as they made love. He was so loving...
Jenna picked up her words on the wind and had come to hunt for her, as a new ghost who was trying to figure out what to do next. Her ghost had left her watery grave after having been murdered... She, at least, figured out she had died and could remember that man's face as he had raped her...
Ezra had been able to purchase a new home based upon her earnings, so Grant had just moved in with her. He did not know, then, that Allie, a ghost, was living in the attic, who was shy but made no trouble for Ezra as they were working through what options were available to her.. She, too, had been raped and murdered in her teens and was still struggling with that trauma...
Ezra had never had any problem with any of those who had died unexpectedly and had little understanding what happened afterward. In fact, she had never had any of these lost souls lie to her, but she was positive that Jenna had lied...
Jenna knew she was not lying and she decided that she wasn't interested in going into the light--she was immediately afraid on behalf of Ezra and vowed not to leave until the truth about her new husband was proven... And, soon, Grant had forced Ezra to reveal that there were ghosts in her house...and he wasn't happy. After a heated discussion, he left... and threatened that he didn't know when he'd be back... In the meantime, Jenna went into details of exactly how she had been married... And then, Ezra napped and had a horrible dream which revealed even more!
“Jenna, you’re beautiful.” Ezra cried. “How could Grant do those harmful things to you? I’ll never understand the ways of the wicked mind. Never.”
Ezra wiped her tears and composed herself. With a clear mind, she spoke to Allie.
“Allie, I know why you stayed with me for two years. Grant murdered you when you were in high school. None of this was your fault. I know now that he’s a murderer and a rapist. He has a small lightning bolt on his wrist. He told me that he and some of the other guys were in a club in high school and this was their symbol. I’m so sorry. Your body will never be found either. It’s in Bayou St. John.
After that incident, Grant graduated and left for a college in Florida.He didn’t even know who you were. I’m so sorry he did this to you.He will pay dearly for what he’s done to you. Everyone who purposelydoes harm… pays in the form of karmic debt to the Universe.It’s a Universal law of nature. That’s why no one should purposely do harm to anyone. Intent is everything to your karma.”
“The crooked arrow was a lightning bolt, Miss Ezra? I didn’t have time to look that good at his tattoo, but I understand now.”
“Yes. Grant has that tattoo on his wrist along with his gang of eight as he called them. His socalled “friends.” They all ended up in a college in Florida. Now, I know why you stayed in the attic when he was home.You couldn’t be near him, but didn’t know why.”
Feeling relieved to know how she died, Allie’s body transformed the same way Jenna’s body did. She looked human. No more visions of white were floating around the air in the house. Ezra was amazed at this transformation...
~~~
Allie had also been murdered as a teenager by Grant! And both ghosts then began to learn more about their abilities as a ghost... And planned on ensuring in one way or another that their murderer was convicted for their deaths!
And that proved to be quite fun for readers... When Grant threatened to expose that Ezra's books were really nonfiction, she became worried that her "gift" would be exposed and fans would turn against her...
Once again, Plaisance takes readers into a tour of the supernatural and keeps us interested right from the beginning. After all, having a ghost for a friend could prove to be advantageous, don't you think? Do check out this book and search her name in the right column to read about her other books I've also enjoyed!
throwing in spirit, as well as body and soul (above)
Who am I to know what is in the heart of John
How can I understand what he means by soul
Surely I am comfortable knowing what a body is
Yet, when spirit is thrown in, do they mean the same?
The thing is, I can appreciate the fludity of poetry
while not understanding the writer's exact meaning
Is that good or bad, since I'm a reviewer, but
books are different. There is enough to tell
But in a poem, I often wonder...
Once I thought I understood the Holy Trinity
Father, Son and Spirit as three entities
But now I'm learning so much more
So is soul and spirit interchangeable?
Or not even relevant?
Since it is Christ
Who liveth in me...
So, I go google soul vs. spirit and got
“Soul” when distinguished from “spirit” means that which gives life to a body. “Spirit” when contrasted with “soul” simply means those aspects of human life and activity that transcend our bodily limitations and so open the soul toward the supernatural life of grace.
So, does that help? (Me, I'll keep thinking...)
Because right now in America, a word I used
all my life--Christian--is "now" Christian Nationalist according to some
Can we ever expect to truly understand another?
Should we try? I think So...
Because seeking Truth is always important
Knowing how to Speak Truth is even more important
May we all keep reading and searching for Truth
The better to effectively communicate with others
So, if you have questions regarding Words Used Today by either John or Me. Just Ask... or Ponder the words yourself...
The Blessing of Chance is wonderfully draw from images we all know and appreciate... Correctly, though, he points out that some do not want nor understand the need for change. It is a mystery only to those who are afraid of change. I really enjoyed exploring his words in this treasury of words...
On the other hand, considering my desire to respond to poetry, or other writing, I have, as some of you may remember, considered the timing of when something has been written and published. In this case, at this time, change only means chaos for millions of Americans. So much so, that to not acknowledge that chaos seems not to respect our need to constantly change. Thus a few final thought-filled words...
Responsive Poetry
--Change is Only Way to Move Forward--
God's Cycles of Change
are constants as His Truth
We change as we grow
Learning Change is good
Learning new things
deciding whether we like or not
Rejecting change that limits or hurts
Still, gaining a new awareness of need
Change is what brings advancement
into the world and our lives
Change guides us as we falter
Yet provides understanding and knowledge
Change allows us to reach out
to another, to learn of differences
Yet secure, that differences are but change
that we haven't met before...
But change wrought by choices
to affect lives negatively
Is not natural, nor necessary
even in a world of constant change
There is no mystery when man chooses
change that does not bring forward thinking
Where is the equator of events of change
which determines good change or bad
Change which brings chaos is
not really change at all
For certainly it over-shadows God's cycles
in which We can peacefully live
Destructive Change isn't a blessing
And only Man creates such changes
****
GABixler 4-26-2025
John is a prolific poet and can be found on Authors Den... I'm hoping he will choose to visit often in the future... Thanks, John!
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