Love Alive

Love Alive

I love you because
you radiate love around you
and within you

You make me giggle and laugh
until my sides ach

Because I like you
I mean I really like everything
about you

I don’t know how not
to love you

Also, because of how you
love me so openly and
without question

© 2008 CreativeVibes

Mother Nature's Wash Day

Nature’s Wash Day

Quiet
Dead quiet
Air filled with humid stifling high hot heat
The air smells thick with water
No warning was given
Only an intuitive feeling
As to what was about to happen

Torrential silver sheets burst down
Hitting so hard it frothed n foamed
the ground
Wind whipping
Undulating
Agitating water not unlike inside
a gigantic washing machine

Then as it slowly all started to cease
Sounds of huge drums began to beat
Electric flashing
Crackling
Snapping
Whipping snakes filled the darkened sky

It seemed the cleansing was fully complete
The thunder
Lightening
Rain slowed to a soft gentle flow
The sun burst forth with drying heat
The sky was filled with big white clouds
stuck on azure blue

Quiet
Dead quiet
Air thick with humid stifling high hot heat
The air smells thick with water

Questions Answered

He says
“be careful of the questions you ask”
“you just might get the real answer”

She says
“really”
“lover, when I ask questions of anyone”
“the real answer is what I seek”

He says
“be careful of the wishes you make”
“they might just come to pass”

She says
“hon, I wish nothing I don’t want to come true”
“when I wish I do it with much hard thinking”
“knowing I must be responsible”
“and except the consequences that will surly come
attached”

“that includes you loving me”
“and me loving you”

Poetry/ Her Truths

My dream is huge;
covering many lives,
those before and now
and those to come.

My song is passionate pink colored,
heard throughout the universe.
I see into the very soul of all things,
Hear the throbbing beating heart of all molecules.

I speak the truth to myself
even if no other is near.
If I don’t speak the truth to myself,
how can I speak it to others.

My eyes are not always clear I must confess,
they have been jaded
through mans inhumanity to man,
his inhumanity to nature.

Because of this I am in awe;
of all the beauty and wondrous things
my eyes have captured in their view,
things I will cherish throughout eternity.

The wondrous things I have seen,
that I have felt keep my touch soft,
tender and able to feel your hurt,
a touch capable of healing.

I am calm in the midst of chaos;
storms make me feel alive,
fully awakens my senses.
It is the mundane that makes me nervous,
fills me with unease.

Many have been my demons throughout my life;
there have been many very dark fears,
though most have been conquered except one,
that being trusting what other humans say.

Those words of love and devotion they swear,
how quickly there actions show the opposite.
The only thing I trust fully,
is if I need him he will be there.

In all our lives before he has not let me down,
I pray, wish, and hope,
he will be there for me
in this Life.

To Quench My Thirst (Adult Content)

I crawl alongYour strong firm arches
Up your columns
To your fountains spout
Protruding to my mouth
I drink greedily from it
Not because I am your lover
Because I am a woman
dying of thirst

Grandmother's View (Native American Indian)

She looks down upon the world
Upon the chaos that erupts everywhere
Pain, hurt, illusions, and delusions
The violence man has brought throughout
She wonders why so many human don’t
seem to even
give a care


She is abhorred by the wealthy
Wallowing in opulence
Like pigs eating at a troth they gorge
to get there fill
there bellies
of material swill


The more they devourer the more they crave
There bellies never quenched
of there greedy hunger
there greedy thirst
many nothing more then war mongers


Tears cloud her eyes and begin to fall
And great pride fills her breast
For all those living
Not in opulence wealth
Surviving and trying to save the planet
as well as
all else


She wonders deeply
If one day she’ll look down
To see that this planet
called earth
will forever
be gone

Warrior's Mind Lost In Hell (PSTD)

She awakes to the thrashing
of his arms and legs
Hears his moans and screams
of his tormented dreams
Her Warrior’s mind is still living in hell


Softly she slips from there bed
Where she usually sleeps clinging
to the edge
She wipes the wetness she feels
on her mouth and nose
Sadly glad it wasn’t her ribs again
that got another dreaming battle
bruise

Softly she whispers his name as she
stands by the bedShaking, frightened for them both
Wondering when and if this living
hell will ever end

Finally her voice pulls him out of hisdreaming hell battle of war
She goes to comfort him and like
all the other times
He brushes her aside and rushes
out the bedroom door

She knows he’s going for the bottle
of Scotch
He’ll go to the back porch to nurse his pain
She’ll lay in there bed crying and hurting for the both of them

As he lies where he falls and she lies
a lone in there bed
Both will be wondering when and if
they’ll ever stop living lost in hell
ever again

Capturing Me

2008

Romantically with patients
Take your time
Start with my mind
fulfill my midnight wishes
Cover me with soft sensual kisses
show me there is no place off limit
Make love to me slowly, don’t rush
lover, take your time

Passionately and sincerely
Let my sweetness
become your weakness
Use your lips and tongue
include my ears
Listen to the sweet sounds of my moans
see what you hear
with all your senses

Sensually and honestly
Say what you mean and mean what you say
Don’t just tell me you love me
show me you love me daily
Let all my fantasies that dance in my head
become my moonlight reality
when making love
Kiss me and lick me all over
until you find all my
secret places
Love me until I scream with passion

Lovingly and completely
Let my sexual wishes become your loving commands
Love me with your
Mind
Body
Soul

Making love to me is a gift
A gift I will give you in return
each
and
every
time

His Awamening Fan Dance

His Awaking Fan Dance

Charlie had been sitting by the fire an hour
waiting for her to show up. The light of the
fire and warmth made this normally cold
feeling room seem so sensual and inviting
to him.
“Where is she?” “She has to come.” Maybe
she really was a figment of his imagination.”

He laughs to himself as he realizes she has him
thinking out loud. “Any one would be talking to
themselves!” A woman shows up in your room
and flits around like a plucked feather from
room to room, teasing the hell out of you, yet
questioning you as she does tease. “No, it was
a dream, I’m sure of it.”

Easing down into the chair getting more
comfortable his senses perk up. The smell of
sweet musk, a glimmer of leg and arm pass
before him. A teasing giggle on the air.

“Rose, is that you?” “Come sit here with me.”
“Please.” He sees a silken dress before him,
so thin like it could never hide any of what it
was to be covering. A budding full bosom he
could see, nipples of pink buds. Her behind a
perfect shaped heart to fill each hand, a navel
adorned with a turquoise dangle, and thighs
slim, strong, shapely calves to ankles delicate,
as the tiny feet they extended from. Her venus
he opened his eyes a little more to take it in.Was it naked? No, can’t be.
Then just as he thought he could see, she giggled
and fluffed the skirt of the delicate material, and
the material was not penetrable with his eyes.
“What to hell!”
“Rose, what are you?”
“Are you real?”
“Why have you decided to drop in on me and
harass me like this?” “Tease me, delight me,bring my brain alive with newness of the
curiosities of the questions you hounded me
with last night?”
Rose sits down between his legs on the floor
throwing her dark hair covered head back
looking up at him with a sweet teasing smile.
Her arms were wrapped and holding each leg.

You called me to you. I could not of come. You need
me now and I am here for you.
She squeezed his leg tenderly.
“Did you not have fun last night?” “Didn’t you sleep
better then you ever have in years?” “Do I feel like
an illusion, Charlie?” “Look how excited and impatient
you were waiting for me, afraid I wasn’t coming, just an
illusion in your mind.”

“Charlie, I am what you need, desire for.” “You are sowhat I needed to!” Delighted little giggles explode from
her little perfect rose bud lips.
She jumps up and starts flitting about the room as she had
done the night before. Now and then it seemed the dress
would give way to naked illusions. Titillating, exciting,
and so much more then he had felt in long time.

He couldn’t decide if she was child or woman though.
She was a handful, such pleasant one for sure.
Rose made him want to write, she made him think of poetic
prose to write. Sonnets, erotic lavish poetry was filling his head.
Rose, was making him feel alive again, not just as a man, but
his poetic side was awakening again.

Rose flung herself onto his lap and touched his lips with a very
passionate, fully sexual womanly kiss. He went with it totally.She pulled away and whispered in his ear sweetly as she hugged
his neck, and stroked it with gentle loving fingers.
“Charlie, do you know who and what I am now?”
“Yes, Rose.” His hands pull her to him as he strokes her back.
She lies her head on his shoulder with such s beguiling smile
on her lips.
“Say it Charlie,” she whispers.
“You, my Rose, are my very own personal muse.” “We will make
such poetry visions together.”
“My Rose, my muse.”

Immersed In You

Immersed In You

I love where you take me
So high to the outer limits
Places in my heart I never
though to go

Different visions you show me
I have truly never seen
Sometimes you make me feel
like a feather floating
in a forever place

Then other times I’m consumed with
such curiosity I want to claw you open
to see all of who you are

Then I remember how much more
succulent a ripe fruit is when tasted
slowly sensually bite by bite

I will be patient
For I want to fully
be so immersed
in your essence
as long as forever
as long as there is
time

Lust n Love

It's hot, effervescent
Stimulating beyond measure
Titillating,undulating
Pleasure

I want to fill your brain
To amaze you at every turn
I will be your lightening
The thunder in your veins

I will make you mad with desire
Charm you with wishful thoughts
There will be no apologies
Never no regrets

Passions whispers in intimacy
Heaved breathing at the thought of me
Your total and complete surrender
To my total surrender

I to know the depths of you
Everything
you think
you feel
your smell
The very essence of you
Know you

I want to be intrenched in you
every nerve
thoughts
your beating heart
I want you....

Loves Passion

Loves Passion

Twilight moon is on the rise
Purple is the sky
Little lights blinking
Whirling colors
Colors pink touched with turquoise
Swirling like a tornado
Hip hopping about as it twirls
Never touching
Just brushing lightly
Sensual currents felt
Flowing sparks pulsing
Rhythmically faster
Bursting orgasmic explosions
Love in full bloom

Marshmellow Playground

© 2008


It’s made of natural substance
Floating in many shapes
Many fluffy arrangements
To fool any humans eye
But, if you use your imagination
No telling what you’ll find

On azure colored background
As if painted there in clusters
Sun light rays come beaming
through slight openings shining
Like the breath of a pink angels kiss
A light breeze blowing it to you

What a landscape of pure white
Blending together forming an island
One of many puffed marshmallows
Come lose all your inhabitations
Play with me upon my island
My marshmallow playground in the sky

The Watcher

© 2008

She could hear the country band playing
Gliding across the floor as she slid off her coat
He was there as he had been every Saturday night
Right there at the end table by the dance floor




He tipped his grayish cowboy hat to her
She acknowledged him with a smile
Dang! Those deep green eyes could swallow her up
Then the guitar player started playing and she was off





She was lost as usual in the beat of the music
Playing, She and I, an old Alabama favorite
Line dancing by alone as green eyes watched
Just the band, green eyes, and her little self




She felt herself be taken away by the beat
In her own world, steppen, hips swaying, twirling
Her world, not aware of anything but the music
He watched her, his feet tappen to the beat, her beat





He watched as she kicked, twirled, those hips gyrated
Never saw anyone line dance like that he's thinking
The music stopped, "let's thank the little lady," she heard
The whistles, and loud applause, the hall was filling up





He watched, a gleam in his half closed eyes, a sensual grin
She danced, her long dark hair flying, wearing that sensual smile
It fit her just as her skinny jeans fit, but where did she go
Where ever she was when she danced, dam she was free
Song done, whistles, applause, and the usual women glaring







He watches as she grabs her water bottle and steps outside
"She comes here alone, and leaves alone," he's thinking
"Not tonight, time to introduce myself," he whispers





A waltz starts up as she stares up at the stars
"Dance with me" she hears
Turning she's looking into those deep green eyes




"Madam, I just got tired of watching your fire,the disappearing act you pull when the band plays."
"Take me to where you go when you dance"
"Let's see if you can go there," and slips into his arms
Holding her close they danced on the grass into the night
Sometimes when the band is playing, the misty fog fills the air around
People swear you can still see them there on the knoll dancing




Now, who's The Watcher

Quanah's Parents: A True Love Story

Quanah’s Parents: A True Native Indian Love Story© 2008


Quanah Parker was a warrior in his youth, a rancher in his maturity. The two photographs here show that he worked hard to accommodate both worlds. Some of his flexibility may have been due to his parents—and thereby hangs a love story.
His mother was Cynthia Ann Parker, the daughter of a prominent Texas family. In 1836 she was captured by Comanche during a raid and adopted with the name of Nadua. After a time she married Peta Nacona, and they had three children: Quanah, Pecos, and a daughter Topsana.
In 1860 the Texas Rangers raided their viliage and killed almost everyone. Nadua was recognized as “white,” however, and she was returned to the Parker family with her two young children. Peta Nacona and the young Quanah returned home from hunting to find most of their people killed. None of the survivors knew what had happened to Nadua and the two children.
Nadua refused to settle back into life as “Cynthia Ann.” She begged ceaselessly to be returned to her husband and the Comanche people. When her little Topsana died Nadua despaired. She starved herself to death and was buried beside her daughter in the cemetery at Fort Sill Texas.
Her husband did not fare better. Not long after the Rangers’ raid Peta Nacona was wounded in a battle with Texans. Shortly after that he was wounded again, this time fatally. Before he died he called Quanah to him and told his son what he learned about the fate of his wife and the two young children. The Comanche do not go much in for love stories, but it is obvious that the loss of Nadua had been a great loss to Peta Nacona.
That is the story. Unlike many mixed marriages it was happy, and its ending very sad. In later years Quanah, too intelligent to harbor bitterness, turned up at the Parker ranch and became acquainted with his white relatives. It was there that he learned ranching.
Though he was buried at Fort Sill beside his mother and sister, throughout his life he remained thoroughly traditional. He lived to be the senior chief of the Comanche and one of the founders of the Native American Church.

Short Story: Wolf Mate and She Wolf

Wolf Mate and She Wolf© 2008

It’s been a long hunt for my Wolf Mate
and I, a very long day of sniffing out pray.
The deer have learned well to stand quite
so we pass them by, I am thankful rabbit has
not learned their trick or the young pups wouldn’t have food tonight. We had to travel
much further today for food then yesterday.

My Wolf Mate and I have been running
long and hard to get back to the den.
The pups have water from the snow,
but hunger may make them wonder
away from the cave and they are too
young to go off to far yet.

We see the den high up in the twilight
as we come over the knoll. My Wolf Mate and I are
relieved, yet we speed up though we are tired.
Closing in on the den we hear the welcome whining
of the pups, see their black noses peeking out.
As we come to the opening the pups run to us
jumping and licking us and butting our heads,
happy to have us home. Dropping the rabbits,
my mate and I compliment them on their good
behavior of not leaving the den with out us near.

My Wolf Mate and I give the head nod to the pups to
eat, as we tear one open at the belly for them. The
other, Mate and I eat with great vigor. When we
are done, my Wolf Mate and I lick the pups clean, soon
now they will do this with each other, as Wolf Mate and I
do for each other. Wolf Mate and I tell the pups it’s time
to curl up in back of the den with us in the back of
the den, next to the wall. We are tired after the hunt
for we had to travel far to find food. In we yelp to
the pups if you want to hear of the hunt. Inside we
curl around them and Wolf Mate starts his tale of our
day away from them, as I, She Wolf wonder how far
we will have to journey tomorrow for food. It might
be time to move the pups to a new den closer to where
we are having to travel for food. I will speak of this to

Wolf Mate tomorrow, now it is time to sleep…..

Adult Pic Content/Poem (humor)/ Man n His Trout

© 2007

He comes in the door promptly

Plopping into his lounge chair

We need to go on a trip he says

As he ruffles his hair

Oh, that sounds wonderful

Escapes from my lips,

As I do a little dance

Shaking my hips

How about Egypt ,

To see the desert and the Sphinx

Even join a desert caravan

How exciting I think

Or, how about Africa

Wouldn’t a safari be great

Oh, think of all the animals we’d see

And pictures I could take

I know Australia

To visit with the native aboriginals

Their so in tune

We could stay with them for a time

Learn how to stop the world ruin

Well which do you think, Honey

When do I book us to go

I have shopping, and packing

To get done you know

He says, “that all sounds wonderful”

Someday those places we could go

I was thinking more on the line

Of a fishing trip, Honey

Trout are jumping you know

Poem/ Rain Of Steel Tears

© 2008
CreativeVibes

Darkness falls with pelting rains
Illuminated droplets reflecting pain
Steel like secret words of hidden fears
Striking, mocking, icy tears

Drifting by swift swirling winds
Held by forces out and within
Constricted by darkness, held in light

You’re the only one that can make it right

This is all I have without you here
Silence with mocking, icy tears
Falling darkness, pelting rain
Droplets of silver reflecting pain

The silver droplets reflect the pain
Darkness falls like steel rain

All the secret whispered hidden fears

Are the a head cold and lonely years

Poem/ WORDS UNSAID

© 2008
CreativeVibes

I’d like to send you a moonbeam
Or a colored rainbow bright
Then again, maybe just fluffy clouds
Soft and warm to lay upon
Through out your darkest night

I’d like to take all the darkness
Out of every storm
Send you a beaming ray of sun
Just to wrap you in to keep you warm

These are thoughts I think to do
All just wishes I can not make come true
Sweetheart I’ll simply hope in time
You’ll understand all that is left unsaid

POEM/ THAT OLD PLACE

That Old Place
© 2008
CreativeVibes

It was never much to look at
Battered walls and creaking floors
Worn out carpet, no inside plumbing
Problems by the scores

No money or time to fix the repairs
A shelter from the cold and sun
That old place was always full of love
When in it, always a place of fun

I remember the long wooden table
Gramp made it with his own hands
He made your rocking chair and tons of toys
We could wind up with rubber bands

The old place was never much to look at
But, you made it a wonderful retreat
That table covered with your simple cooking
The cakes, apple pies baked fresh from the tree

I remember the Irish songs and stories
Oh Danny Boy and Wild Irish Rose
But, Bell Bottom Trousers Coat of Navy Blue
You’d sing and chase away any blues

Though it belongs to others now
And the house and grounds look new
That old place had you and Gramps
When I drive by, I still see Gramps and You

A Cherokee Legend ( Native Indian Lesson)

A Cherokee Legend
Women in the Cherokee society were equal to men. They could earn the title of War Women and sit in councils as equals. This privilege led an Irishman named Adair who traded with the Cherokee from 1736-1743 to accuse the Cherokee of having a "petticoat government". Clan kinship followed the mother's side of the family. The children grew up in the mother's house, and it was the duty of an uncle on the mother's side to teach the boys how to hunt, fish, and perform certain tribal duties. The women owned the houses and their furnishings. Marriages were carefully negotiated, but if a woman decided to divorce her spouse, she simply placed his belongings outside the house. Cherokee women also worked hard. They cared for the children, cooked, tended the house, tanned skins, wove baskets, and cultivated the fields. Men helped with some household chores like sewing, but they spent most of their time hunting.
Nancy Ward, or Nan'yehi(nan yay hee), is the most famous Cherokee Beloved Woman. The role of Beloved Woman,Ghigau(Ghee gah oo), was the highest a Cherokee woman could aspire to. A Ghigau had a voice and vote in General Council, leadership of the Woman's Council, the honor of preparing and serving the ceremonial Black Drink, the duty of ambassador of peace-negotiator, and the right to save the life of a prisoner already condemned to execution. One such prisoner was a settler named Mrs. Bean, who was captured in an attack on illegal white settlements on the Watauga(wah tah oo gah) River. Mrs. Bean taught Nan'yehi such skills as spinning, weaving, and the raising of animals, which Nan'yehi in turn taught the rest of the Cherokee. This provided the Cherokee with some food during the winter months, but gave them more work.
The title Ghigau also translates to 'War Woman," and Nan'yehi earned the title by taking up her husband's gun when he was slain in a battle against the Creeks and leading her people to victory. Another War Woman, Cuhtahlatah, won honor during the American Revolutionary period by leading Cherokee warriors to victory after her husband fell. She later joined in a vigorous war dance carrying her tomahawk and gun.
It was important to the Cherokee that their losses be compensated with the same number of prisoners, scalps, or lives. Woman led in the execution of prisoners. It was their right and responsibility as mothers. They celebrated the capture of prisoners with song and dance and joined in torture at the stake. Women had the right to claim prisoners as slaves, adopt them as kin, or condemn them to death "with the wave of a swan's wing."
In the Cherokee society your Clan was your family. Children belonged to the entire Clan, and when orphaned were simply taken into a different household. Marriage within the clan was strictly forbidden, or pain of death. Marriages were often short term, and there was no punishment for divorce or adultery. Cherokee women were free to marry traders, surveyors, and soldiers, as well as their own tribesmen.
Cherokee girls learned by example how to be warriors and healers. They learned to weave baskets, tell stories, trade, and dance. They became mothers and wives, and learned their heritage. The Cherokee learned to adapt, and the women were the core of the Cherokee.
"Cherokee Legend"
BY Anonamus
Posted by CreativeVibes

Warrior's Spirit

Warrior’s Spirit
© 2008
CreativeVibes

Warriors today fight many wars here at home and on distant shores
They are still determined, brave as in the past and honor bound
Still they protect and guard the weak just as Warriors of the past
Using their principals, honor, and dignity to keep them strong to stand their ground

Our Warriors today may not wear buckskins or paint up their face it’s true,They do not carry bows and arrows, or ride a horse to battle with lance in hand
And today they may wear jeans, t-shirt, skirt, or suit and tie,Many wear an Armed Forces uniform in which to bravely make their stand

Warriors battle everyday with knowledge from the past and with present new ways
Fighting global warming and environmental foggy haze
While still fighting indifference and apathy daily they will battle on
Using their minds and many new weapons invented in our time and days

Though today they have the same burdens as our Warriors of pastAnd many new wrongs to right, they will fight fiercely and not give in
For now they come from many Tribes and Clans to fight to make things right
Together, day by day, month by month, year by year they fight to win

Warriors never forget ancestors are always close to guide
They know to listen with all their senses, to see not with just their eyes
To look for answers within and all around and seek council when they need
To do all they can for the people and Mother Earths land with truth and not lies