| 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 |
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| More Poetry in Motion |
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| 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 |
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