Yvonne’s Poetry

Here are some poems not listed on Poetry.com

"OCEAN" Times like these and days like today, drifting around from thought to thought to some places I do not want my thoughts to take me. I go back to the Ocean. Ocean mesmerizing breathtaking Ocean. Your beautiful crystal clear blue water looking up at me, your waves crashing up against my shores, powerful and strong yet soft and gentle. I remember the way you smell, the way you taste, the way you feel. You bring me comfort from a place that was undiscovered and laughter from a place I desire to be often if not all the time. When your warm wet water caresses my skin passion surrounds me, as you surround me, and I feel it, throughout my body and deep inside my soul. Lifting me up, weightless. I love it here by the Ocean. So peaceful, so beautiful, so magical, and so full of possibilities. I dream of a day when I can stay long enough to see the sun set and rise on you. When you can take me to far off lands and my eyes can see sights they’ve never seen. Until that day, I’ll remember the times we shared. Me running my hands through your water, feeling every drop in between my fingers. Gazing upon you longing to know more of your mysteries deep within where the fish play and the light cannot touch. I’ll think of you often and remember. Moments like these I truly feel alive and cherish, and for that I thank you. Beautiful, beautiful Ocean. Copyright ©2006 Yvonne Sayers "Twelfth Night – Sir Andrew" I wonder, I wonder if there was a way that I could fly away someday. Clickedy clack, clickedy clack when if ever shall I come back. I dance, I sing, I smile, I drink but never if ever do I think. Love me, leave me it’s all the same for I am the ladies man. Bright and tall my feathers flow whenever I see the chicks, no. My locks are long and stunningly aglow framing my wit of which few know. You dream of me. You know it’s true. And how could you not when who is who. Ah canary, my love. My sweet, tasteful, heavenly delight. Picking and pecking at you is such a lovely sight. My dear lady. Knowing myself as I do, I might set my canary aside tonight, just for you. Flitter, flutter off we go, under my wings and into the wind. Squeak, swak, clickedy clickedy clickedy clack! I assure you I will be back. For I am “the ladies man.” Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "Goodnight My Love" Feel me. Breath me. Know me. For whether you are there or never to be found, I feel you all the same. You are with me. If not only within myself. Oh how I wish someday to see your eyes. To feel your touch. To run my fingers and the palm of my hand slowly over your face. But lately I feel you will never come. And it saddens me deeply. I have looked into others’ soul and thought that you were there. A place where you could not have been, because I am still searching for you. Is it only at the beginning that I drift into you? Perhaps, the vision of having and then losing is the only way you can ever be true. For all, not I alone. I feel you blowing on my neck, gently caressing my cheek, looking into me. Feeling your soft passionate kisses on my lips. I close my eyes and breath you in, but you are not there. Will I ever find you? I fear not. And my heart grows heavy at the knowing of what must be truly true. Shall I search no more, I ask myself. I cannot bear to make such a choice. Shall hope exist never more. Tears fill me like a river wildly overflowing, as I am certain this must be real. I will close my eyes and say goodnight to that sweet path of destiny. I will say goodnight to you. For it is so. And I must accept truth. I say goodnight to you. Goodnight my love. My soft sweet love. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers The following poems are also listed on Poetry.com "Fall back" Pulling and tearing and quietly present. I sit. I wait. I am. I am there and here, ever wishing to be there always. My eyes are open, must they be. Let them linger, lose themselves. Fall back and down into that hole of my imagination, my mind. There I will always be forever lost in my own mystery. There I will always be me. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "I Wonder" I wonder, do you know what I am thinking? Can you see behind my eyes? Can you see my thoughts, as I gaze upon you Listening intently to your every word. I have flashes of images in my mind that I dare not speak. I try to shake free. I shouldn't think that. I shouldn't see that. I shouldn't want you, but I am drawn to you By a force I cannot control or perhaps do not want to. Statues should not come to life and lose their place For their mystery might be lost along the way, Yet who can deny them that magic. I am that statue as are you. I long to touch your soft marble curves. As I long for you to touch mine. I wonder, will we one day break free From our pedestals in the museum of captivated eyes? Will we speak the unspoken? Will it be all that I imagined? I wonder. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "Bliss" There you are. Where have you been hiding? I have missed you. How nice to see you. A sea full of my smiles has washed upon my shore again. How delightful. You've been gone for what seems like such a long time I had almost forgotten how wonderful you feel. I am at such a state the songs are even singing in my head. Freely flowing from my lips without a thought to ponder. Just Bliss. Pure, beautiful, ear-to-ear Bliss. Laughter fills me so completely I almost cannot breath. Reflecting and replaying the moments we shared this eve. I shall have sweet dreams tonight. I shall look forward to tomorrow. And our next adventure together. Another evening full of reds and blues and yellows. Of me being me and you being you. How delightful. My sweet passion that I hold so dear Has found another heart to share itself with. Wonderful wild free Bliss, how nice to see you again. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "Will" Your wicked wicked fingers have led me to this destination. But I know you better. Tis not your voice that guides you, But the merry way you think to be. For I have not forgotten. Long has the day rein in me. Though others might have lost their way. I will not falter. I will not sway. Pound on me with your hard heavy hand if you wish. Ha. Ha. Ha. I say. You may lead me on a long windy naked path. Full of fears. But, I will not falter. I will not sway. For it is in me. That there WILL be this day. Strength and endurance prevail. Before you I will stand with my golden hand. And you will know I am here to stay. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "Falling" I'm lost in you. Lost in your eyes. I could stay there forever. I don't want to look away. I never want to look away. I feel myself deeper, deeper, deeper into my soul. Oh God. You see me there. You see me. Down into the very depth of me. I feel my insides quiver as I look into you and you into me. Oh my God. God. I begin to tremble and shake until I shake free. Breath. Oh my God. Oh God. Breath. Breath. I tell myself as I close my eyes, yet still you are there, And I am drawn to look To lose myself in you In your eyes all over again. Forever Falling. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "Dream Out Loud" Flying, floating, weightless in the wind. Where am I? Is this the place all call wonderful? Blue skies surround my eyes. I am free. It is so beautiful. Tears fall upon my jagged rocks of life, In awe of its beauty, softening and sweetening. The happiness overflows me and I become a stream. Resting. Arms out. Ever flowing. Lying on the places I have been. I dream here. I dream out loud. It enlightens me with smiles to the ends of the earth. Can you hear it. Listen. This is where you bring me. This is why I love you. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "Clever" Clever thee thinks thou are? Ever heard that one who claims to be happy always, Truly never is. Lie to yourself. Lie to others. Makes thee no more clever at all. For clever needs no voice, Because silence endures. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "Toy" Think me not a toy. Toys are often broken. Although broken could I be, I am no toy. Learn from this playmate, And it will be a lesson for a lifetime. Toys play. I my friend do nothing of the sort. For I am no toy. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers "Truth or Thought" For what it is you think you've heard to be true, Let this be known. Those who often think they know the truth, Later discover, That it was their thought that told them so. Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Sayers