My Poetry
        by Cynthia Martz 2001-2011
To Rhea
Too me you Glow like the sunshine in the day
And Sparkle like the stars at night
Ever constant
Shadows come into our lives
They take on different forms
In many ways
Surface shadows come with verbal assaults
Ying Yang
Push Pull
Darkness dampens and depression clouds our spirts
But if we didn’t have the darkness we would never really appreciate the light that is always there for us.
Be positive and the Light will guide you
I promise
Twas the day before Xmas and all through my house was the sounds of me
Talking too myself
I baked and wrapped and to my inner glee I was amazed at the timing and how everything turned out too the tee
All day long with egg nog with punch in my hand
I wondered at times and thought perhaps my teacake would come
But alas I am here,me,birds and Minnie
I am NOT alone...memories of past,present and future fill my mind
Even Minnie has a tree decorated with cat nip toys,new mouse in the house
Went out for a ride
Heard the band from Big Pine,No Name Key
Wished friends old and New a Blessed New Year
At home now,music,sage and sandlewood waifing through the cool night air
Abundance is a word I keep in my heart
If I think it
it will be
If I think not then so that will be also
My Eyes are watching "GOD"
All around inside and out,
within and without
All loved ones aside,IT truly is all about me and what resides within me
The goodness
The NOT so good
The Beautiful
The not so beautiful
The Thinker
The Non-Thinker
The reality of all that Is
The possibiities of all that IS
The Shifting of realities
So Real
but yet what is REAL to me may not be the same for another
In this makes the Universal
The UNknowns
Waiting for US
We have arrived
The gates of the New World beckon come hither
Do not hesitate
Remembering…

We are hurting now because a loved one has left us

free now, like the wind that carries there essence

In everything and all we do and feel

remembered

As the Loving  person

always

In death we realize how fragile Life is

And how it is yet another chapter each of us will face

Today we celebrate  Life

We weep at our Loss

We go on
Come with me,
Let's run through fields of lavender
The tree awaits us,a slendid picnic is laid before us...
Ahh,the gray squirrel scampers up the tree,a acorn carried in his jowls...
He knows winter is coming
The lavender will fade until spring
But it is now and we are one with the universe
Relinquish~
Enjoy the beauty that surrounds us,whatever season it may be in our lives
I miss seasons,
They say here in Key West you can see Spring if you look close enough
My soul longs for winter and snow covered land
Ice cycles frozen as if they may never thaw
But alas,the thaw warms our hearts
And the lavender blooms once again
The picnic of life awaits
Cycles

Poetry entered

Warmth of life giving energy that flows as a river
Gone in a twinkling of a eye,like a unperfect storm
Never prepared
Quickly the frozen terrain
of winter sets in
So Final
Yet still here
Within and Everywhere
We shared all seasons
and Winter was unbearable
my tears froze solid
So quite the blanket
as it covered the whiteness
Months pass and Spring brings new life
Watching as the buds bring forth flowers
surrounded with Dragonflies

Copyright~February 5th 2004
Cynthia Rivera
More Poetry in Motion
5:17 AM 8/16/2011

Rain is falling
The palms are swaying
occasionally the thunder claps in applause

The cats lay sprawled on my bed
ears perking up with the sounds
All is well in there world

It is steady now,falling lightly upon the land
raindrops gently tap at the window panes

I love rain,so pure

It's a full moon and it's hiding

It will be gone with the morning light

Time too pause

The storm is over

The Sun will rise

Rain puddles will evaporate
No more tears
No more applause

A New Day
Presented with The Gifts of Life

Dusk is my favorite time of day
The light shows barely enough to light the pastels of the sky

Be Well and Wise
Be thankful for the Moments

by Cynthia Martz 2011
5:04 AM 8/2/2011
I just awoke and these words were in my mind...

"There Were Two"

The wooden planks creak as I hear passersby walk.

The night is dark and humid

I sit inside on a hard stool waiting.

My new love sits outside and listens as the men tease him about being away and still his love sits without him

I take a smoke from one of the men and inhale the aroma and sweetness.The cloud of smoke wafts outside to where my love is sitting.

I know he has walked and acquired his sweetness

I look out and inquire why he is alone and has not asked me to join him

He stands up and motions for me too come

He takes my hand
It feels so thin and as I walk behind him to sit
I notice his lanky frame

He passes his lit pipe to me
I watch him as I inhale

He seems distant yet close

He says you know there were two

I want to ask what happened but the words do not form
in a voice that can be heard

I speak with him and say that sometimes each of us needs to be alone

I let him know that I felt he wanted that

Too be alone in his thoughts

He took me in his arms and I felt strength in me from him

He said

"I am alone too much,I long too smell your hair and take in the warmth of your essence"

He said

"I feel strength from you when you are in my arms"
Minnie~

You captured my heart
when it was broken
You hid for days under my bed
so sweet and petite
I tried to call you "Garbo" but you only knew "Minnie"
The shelter said you hid all the time
No wonder
You were waiting for me
Too find you
Now your paws caress my face
You are so full of grace
As I look into your soulful eyes
I can not help but smile

You are a gift
I cherish
I promise to give you weekly massage
and rub your belly when you Knead me
You are so special my Minnie-Mew feline
Please stay a long while

by Cyndi Martz-Rivera
7/24/05
7/17/2011

Sometimes

Like now I get up,it's 4 am.Because I can

Sometimes

I stay in bed all day under cover so too speak,turn the phones off and the messenger too,because I feel like it and I can

I put on my night shades and pretend I am in a deep,dark and mysterious cave,I am in my world,my sanctuary

Sometimes

I feel drawn to a full moon on a clear night and look up in wonderment at how bright it is

Stars twinkling off and on like a night switch in the sky

Sometimes

I greet the morning sun as it comes out to play and the moon fades away

Sometimes

I take my shoes off and ride to the beach.I park and walk,feeling the warm sand drift through and inbetween my toes

and Listen too the music in my mind

Sometimes I go to the bridge and look into my reflection in the water
I talk to the ripples cascading over the stones

Sometimes

I get melancoly and regret not asking my beloved parents,grandparents questions I can never know the answers to...
they are gone,into the mist,around the bend

Sometimes

I dwell on too many things and know everything has reasons we know not of...

Sometimes

I feel the unconditional love of my animals more then the love of a human heart

and ask WHY?

Sometimes

My dreams are so real,I don't want to wake

Sometimes

I see the injustice in our world

and ask what makes a wrong ever seem right

Sometimes

I see the simplicity of life

other times I see the strife

they both have IF"S

If we don't Listen,we can not hear

If we don't look,we can not see

If we don't try,we never know

The Lightness of just being

and the "OM" in sOMetimes

by Cynthia