Poem I wrote in my dreams...

"Oh Little Rose" poem by Abigail Alexis~

Oh little rose, who grows on a vine,
My heart is like, that gate you climb,
Leaves, and petals, my hearts entwined,
Oh little rose, who grows on a vine,

Oh little rose, lips so red,
Dreams of your kisses, do dance in my head,
Blossom with joy, say you'll be thine,
Oh little rose, Who grows on a vine,

Oh little rose, which way will you grow ?
Do you need me?, like water ? Do tell me so.
Tell me you want me, that you will be true,
Oh little rose, so lovely and new,

Oh little rose, let not your thorns stick,
My heart may burst, If they do prick,
Your touch, like petals, your soft embrace,
Like fresh morning tears, kissing my face.

Oh little rose, beyond all compare,
Dreams hang like dew, pearls in your hair,
Come on and kiss me, say you'll me mine,
Oh little rose, who grows on a vine.

"Blue Bird Pie" Poem story by Abigail Alexis~

~Dedicated to my brother, Sabbath, who's smile could be seen from the top of even the tallest trees.You will always be in my heart. I love you. ~

One day, little Amram,
Climbed up a tree,
To see all around,
All the world he could see,

Up, up through the branches,
Through the tangle of leave,
while the wind, wiped his hair,
with a warm summer breeze,

He climbed with a purpose,
For never, had he,
Scaled to such heights'
As this sycamore tree,

As his little legs pushed,
And his little hands pulled,
On his chubby round face,
a smile took hold,

Satisfaction was great,
But his heart gave a stop,
As he pulled himself up,
to the tree's tippy top,

For their, on the branch,
All shiny and new,
Was the biggest of eggs,
All speckled and blue,

He let out a yelp.
For he never did see,
An egg of such size,
In a sycamore tree,

But to Amram's surprise,
The egg yelped, right back,
With a peep, and a pop,
The blue egg gave a crack,

Out came a foot,
All speckled and blue,
Then came a head,
All fuzzy and new,

But a bird? It was not,
Least not one liked he'd seen,
The head, had no beak,
but two ears, of bright green,

Two big shinny eyes,
and little sharp teeth,
and fuzzy blue hair,
Above and beneath,

Big eyes stared at Ram,
And Ram stared back,
unable to run,
should this creature attack,

So he tried to hold still,
like a stick on the tree,
But is his legs were shaking,
so he bent to one knee,

Amram, backed down,
But the blue speckled feet,
Followed Ram,
As he tried to retreat,

He's heart was racing,
As he looked up to see,
Speckled blue feet,
Coming down the tall tree,

Ram scurried faster,
The feet scurried too,
They were very fast feet,
with claws sharp and blue,

Then a branch gave a snapped,
He could feel himself fall,
Down, down he went,
from the tree, straight and tall,

With a loud thud he landed,
A pain in his side,
He gave a sharp yelp,
As he scrabbled to hide,

He could hear the bark falling,
As it came down the tree,
And he didn't have time,
To rise up and flee,

So he curled himself up,
In a round ball,
and he covered his head,
and made himself small,

Then, PLOP !,something landed,
On top of his back,
soft and fuzzy,
But it did not attack,

Instead it puuuuuurrrrrrrd,
A long steady pur,
And rubbed up beside him,
With it's soft gentle fur,

Amram uncurled,
and rolled on his side,
And the blue fuzzy fur,
gave out a small sigh,

Ram curled his legs,
in the dry leaves he sat,
with the fur in his lap,
curled up like a cat,

It's green ears wiggled,
and it's eyes gave a blink,
Ram sat confused,
Not sure what to think,

Were ever a baby,
Blue fuzz, could be found,
Surely a mother,
Would soon be around,

So Amram stood up,
And he started to climb,
back up the tree,
to return his big find,

But how could he get,
this blue fuzz to stay,
He couldn't stay up in the tree,
All the day,

So Aram backed down,
Blue fuzz closely pressed,
In the nook of his arm,
Against his warm chest,

Ram was sure,
His mother would freak,
If he brought home a blue bird,
With green ears, and no beak,

But with no other choice,
Blue fuzz in his arm,
Amram headed home,
To his small country farm,

His Father had died,
The summer before,
So Amram's house,
Was simple, and poor,

When Amram reached home,
It was late in the day,
His mother had known,
He had gone out to play,

She was busily cooking,
The house smelled of pie,
His Father's favorite,
and Ram new why,

Her desserts, were amazing,
No one could deny,
His favorite being her,
Her blueberry pie,

Ram peeked in the kitchen,
Blue fuzz peeked in too,
His mother was busy,
sturring her stew,

Ram held his prize tightly,
but blue fuzz wanted down,
He wiggled away,
And jumped to the ground,

Amram turned pale,
And let out a cry
As the blue ball of fur,
Headed straight for mom's pie

Onto the pie,
Blue fuzz landed (splat)
And his Mom turned to see,
What she thought was a cat,

Her face red and flustered,
Her eyes fiery black,
Her mouth crinkle up,
But blue fuzz, just stared back,

Pie on his green ears,
Pie in his fur,
he licked off his blue speckled feet,
with a purrrrrrrrr,

Ram's mom stood speechless,
Unsure what to do,
She was holding a spoon,
That was dripping with stew,

Then her lips smiled,
And she giggled with glee,
At the blue speckled cat,
That had hatched in a tree,

Many days past,
And blue fuzz grew and grew,
Fat with pies,
And thick country stews,

He ate, and he ate,
And blue fuzz grew big,
Bigger then the neighbors,
Award winning pig,

It turned out,
Not only, did blue fuzz love pie,
But Blue fuzz liked all,
Of other food that he tried,

Blue fuzz ate more food,
Then Ram's mom could afford,
So Ram hatched a plan,
To pay his friends board,

They opened a dinner,
They and named it "Big Blue"
Were mom served up pies,
With her fresh country stews,

People would travel,
from far and wide,
To see big blue,
and eat food by his side,

Everyone loved,
Too have Blue around,
They loved his blue fur,
And his soft purring sound,

Year past by quickly,
Then one summer day,
Blue went out,
To the woods to play,

He never returned,
But Amram wasn't sad,
When he told people stories,
Of the tree cat he had,

Of course people ask,
What became, of his friend,
He laughs and replays
All birds fly... in the end.

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"With You" poem by Abigail Alexis~

There's a place I go to be happy- with you,

There's a place I go to be free - its with you,

And I really cant say why I love it so much-

Except, that it's when I'm with you,

There's a song I sing when I'm happy-with you,

There's a song I sing when I'm free- with you,

And I really can't say, why it sounds so sweet-

Except that I'm with you,

There's a dance I do when I'm happy-with you

There's a dance I do when I'm free- with you,

And I really can't say, why my feet feel on air-

Except that I'm with you,

There's a world that has no more sorrow-with you

There's a world were love is for free- with you

And I really can't say, why I love you so much,

Except that you love me too - with you

"Self Imprisonment" poem by Abigail Alexis~

I want to scream out,
I am SOMEONE, I'm ME,
and I know I'm not perfect,
But just leave me be,

I know that that's silly,
Cause you're not really here,
And chances are,
You don't even care,

It's me who's the driver,
and holding the whip,
But whatever I do
Insecurities grip,

I'm giving you power,
I've bled myself dry,
Hating my self,
'till I just want to die,

Some days are harder
And my wounds bleed more,
That you couldn't love me,
Burns straight to the core,

Cause I feel like I'm nothing,
I feel like I'm crap,
How you made me inside,
Time can't unwrap,

I need to believe,
Who I am is O.K.,
That it doesn't matter,
What you do, or you say,

Loving myself,
Is ultimate cure,
Respecting myself,
Feeling worthy and pure,

It matters so less,
What you think or you do,
Cause I've built this prison...
...and the key is not you.

"The Beggar" by Abigail Alexis~

A silent turning inside,
grating as it rolls,
Clawing at my subtle skin,
Leaving me bare and raw,
Raked and riped,
Somewhere, you are out there,
Maybe I don't even cross your mind,
Or bring it pause,
Just a distant memory to be flushed away,
Like old bath water,
It pains inside me,
The not knowing,
The wondering what if,
it drags me down deeper and deeper,
Till I feel crushed,
Crushed under the weight of my own despair,
A dry crust of bread left for mice to chew,
A pit, or rind,
I am but that,
I caress my naked bones and beg of them to fly,
Urge them to feel the wind beneath them,
To rise once more and walk,
I have fallen,
Dust beaten and broken I lay,
No one to console me,
No one I will let through my door,
All trust crumbled and fallen to dirt,
Like the dry brittle leaves of years past,
I beg for sleep,
endless sleep that will hold me forever,
Comfort me in its arms,
And take me away from this endless throbbing.

"Castles in the Sand" by Abigail Alexis~

Pillows damp with tears,
I don't want you to see,
How much I still miss you,
Or what you've done to me.

I don't want your pity,
Even though you left me dead,
You said that you loved me,
But you loved yourself instead.

If you loved me, you would not leave me,
You would never leave my side,
Till the day, I took my last breath,
Or until the day you died.

I know you think I'm foolish,
That, I do not understand,
But this fool, will ever dream of love,
Building castles in the sand.

‎"I AM" poem by Abigail Alexis~

I am a window,
I am a door,
I am a roof,
I am a floor,
I am a house,
I am a bed,
I am alive,
I am dead,
I am a book,
I am a toy,
I am a girl
I am a boy,
I am a "yes"
I am a "no"
I am stop,
I am go,
I am here,
I am there,
I'm in everything,
I am everywhere.

" The Traveler " poem by Abigail Alexis~

There once was a lonely young traveler,
Who's holes in his pants matched his shirt,
His face was dry from the sun,
And his shoes were all filled with dirt.

But he sang to himself as he traveled,
Along the dusty long road,
For tough he was poor, he was happy,
And the smile on his dry lips showed.

He whistled a tune, when his mouth went dry,
His throat too sore to sing,
Still happiness pooled in his heart,
Like an ever clear crystal spring.

Miles he walked, as the day grew bright,
Following the sun to the west,
With his sack on his back, he traveled on,
Though young legs ached for rest,


The sun rose high, it was nearly noon,
So deciding to stop for a bit,
Under the shade of a banyan tree,
He took off his pack to sit.

The moment his burdens hit the dust,
An old woman stepped into sight,
So suddenly had she appeared,
She gave the young man a fright.

Her back was bent, her fingers too,
And her hair, like old moldy hay,
The scarf on her head, was mended and patched,
And bleached by the suns hot ray.

It was clear to the young man, she could do him no harm,
So he bent and touched her dry feet,
"Mother" he said, "From were have you come.
And with what fine pleasure we meet?"

"I have come a long way."
The old woman replied, "And I've even father ahead,
But shoes, I need, for these feet are bare,
And I've walked 'til the bottoms have bled.


The young man looked at the old woman's feet,
Then at his old ragged shoes,
Slipping them off, he placed them in front,
Of the elderly feet that were bruised.

"Mother" he said, "Take them in trade for the blessing I need for this day,
For I too have a long way to go, ahead,
And a prayer I will need for my way."

The old woman smiled, as she slipped on the shoes,
Then turning she hobbled away,
The young man watched, 'till her shadow was gone,
And burned by the heat of the day.

The traveler sighed, then barefoot he sat,
In the cool spot beneath the big tree,
He leaned on the trunk, took off his hat,
And sat the pack on his knee.

His young back hurt, his poor stomach growled,
So he loosened the strings of his sack,
Knowing little, was left inside,
But he needed now a snack.

As he looked, in his bag, his cracked hands shook,
He couldn't believe what he saw,
For what was held, inside his pack,
Filled him with great awe.


The young man rose, dropping his bag,
Stunned he stumbled back,
For gold and jewels, diamonds and coins,
Lined each stitch of his sack,

"What is this" the traveler yelled,
Wondering of this trick,
He kicked the bag, picked up a branch,
And hit it with the stick.

The tattered bag let lose it's load,
Jewels scattered around,
Golden coins glistened bright,
Sparkling from the ground.

Half in shock, the young man stood,
A kings wealth at his feet,
A child's laugh, sang the words
" With what fine pleasure we meet? "

There before him, dressed in white,
A stately woman smiled,
Though her braided hair was gray,
She looked as if a child.

Not single a patch or hole,
Yet the traveler knew her face,
His shoes were there, upon her feet,
Though looking out of place.

The young man stared, at the change,
For now she looked not weak,
She bowed her head, smiled again,
And then began to speak,

"A blessing asked, is a blessing received,
Now traveler, go on your way"
With many long years, life your life,
In happiness I pray"

She picked up the treasure, tide the bag tight,
And handed the young man the sack,
Turning around, she hobbled away,
Never looking back.

The traveler did live, for many long years,
With many blessings of life,
He built a house, started a school,
And made a young teacher his wife,

When his children would set, upon his knee,
were he had opened the sack,
He'd teach them of happiness held in your heart,
When you give, and don't dwell on lack.

"A blessing given, is a blessing received"
His children chimed in to say,
And inside our traveler, Smiled and laughed,
As the sun set down on the day.

"Life's Seasons" by Abigail Alexis~

Each season has it's laughter,
each season has it's pain.
For every season, there's a lesson,
that makes you grow again.

Distant memories flicker,
like fireflies at night.
Sometimes bright and haunting,
Then black.. slip out of sight.

But what Ive lived, is in me.
and makes me what you see.
What I hide inside me,
and what I want to be.

Struggles make us wiser,
Cuts, and bruises sting.
But stronger they will forge you,
And confidence they bring,

And everyday I'm changing.
Shaped by what I know.
So many lessons I have lived,
So many left too know.

Some seasons go unnoticed,
Subtle, like the breeze,
A warm ray after winter,
A ripple on the seas.

Other changes come on sudden,
Tumultuous affairs,
Turbid like a waterfall,
Will humble you too prayers,

Whatever way the seasons come,
Whatever way they go,
We're left feeling different,
No choice but to grow.

Today, I woke up different,
Today I woke up free,
I felt a different person,
Except that I'm still me.

"So far away" by AB~

I sit in the shadows,
Alone in despair,
I feel you don't listen,
I feel you don't care,

I've broken inside me,
A bell with no chime,
A train with no whistle,
A clock with no time,

Memories fading,
But love still remains,
Turning in silence,
Too deep stabbing pains,

Neighbors in life,
Yet so far away,
I wake for my night,
As you start your day,

Lonely nights drifting,
Across the wide sea,
Do your thoughts ever,
Drift towards me?

" Loves Doldrums"

They say in time I'll forget you,
The throbbing grow less everyday,
the tears, I cry, will dry up,
and in time, the love, fade away.

I want to spend my life rejoicing,
to let go, and let my heart free,
but I'm stuck in these terrible doldrums,
and I'm drowning, in mystery,

For each day I wake, up I miss you,
and each night my eyes bleed with pain,
how many years, will love linger?
and my heart flooded with rain?

you say life isn't a movie,
happy endings, we are not to see,
but what if my life, ends with regret,
of the love, that could never be?

I want to go back to the day we met,
To save myself from this pain,
To never hear music, couldn't feel worse,
Then this no ending song of refrain,

For so many years, I have waited,
will I wait twice that, to see,
if you'll marry another?
or bring your love back to me?

"Ta-ni-kite" poem by AB~

Ive come to give a warning,
To all young girls and boys,
Concerning eating pizza,
and leaving out your toys,

For there's a silly monster,
They call him Ta-ni- kite,
Who sleeps 'till 3pm,
And stays awake all night,

Once a boy like maybe you,
He was forced to be a man,
But angry Ta-na- kite,
Had another plan,

He didn't want to grow up,
And so he ran away,
Never growing old,
Forever young to stay,

Inside his heart is magic string,
And dabs of sticky glue,
And if you don't watch out,
In daydreams he'll find you.

He'll take you on his paper plane,
Over hills and seas,
Searching for the perfect place,
To take you out to tea,

He'll eat up all your pizza,
And play with all your toys,
So listen up all children,
All you girls and boys.

He'll make you draw with colored chalk,
And keep you up all night,
Singing silly songs,
Until the morning light,

You'll have to reading him storybooks,
And then he'll beg for more,
If you don't, he'll tickle you,
Until your sides are sore,

His jokes aren't always funny,
But even if they stink,
You'll laugh for Ta-ni-kite,
No matter what you think.

I've heard he has a temper,
Although I've yet to see,
When I'm around, he's very shy,
Because he's scared of me.

Yet if I was a little girl,
And him a little boy,
I think that he would pull my hair,
And steel my favorite toy

So if you see him coming,
Make a sure to pout and fuss,
Tell him you like sad, sad books,
And crying is a "plus".

Never laugh, or sing or grin,
Because,if you do,
Ta-ni-kite will want to play,
And come and capture you.

"The Forgotten" Poem by AB~

Their colors are fading,
but nobody cares,
thier days shortly numbered,
frail bones and white hairs.
They sit sad and lonely,
their memories wain,
their bodies are failing,
their hearts filled with pain.

She's stuck in a wheel chair,
too weak to walk,
the nurses bring pills,
but don't want to talk.
Her daughter had cancer,
and didn't survive.
With no other children.
She is mad she's alive.

He tells lots of jokes,
on the bus every day,
the people change,
but all act the same way.
He feels he's invisible,
he's hurt they don't see,
the charming youth,
he used to be.

She talks to her husband,
although he's not there,
she smiles sweetly,
and pins up her hair.
that's how he likes it,
she quick to say,
she always pins it,
the exact same way.

Somewere there is joy,
a baby is born,
Photo in hand.Greatgrandma's forlorn,
She can't go to visit,
she's ninetyfour.
Nobody calls or
writes anymore.

A tear on his cheek,
she isn't to blame,
she's shrinks from his touch,
she knows not his name.
The next day he dies,
but she doesn't know.
The funerals given,
But she doesn't go.

He waters his flowers,
and hopes they will bloom,
they sit in the shadows,
of his dark lonely room.
She was the gardener,
and he really tries,
too nurture her plants,
but another one dies.

They slept side by side,
till they took her away,
now he's alone, and
cries everyday.
He can't sleep without her.
He's already tired, but
it's just not the same,
when she's not at his side.

Alone and forgotten.
Waiting to die.

Wondering who
Would even cry.

~ In loving memory of all those whose passed through my care, and touched my life ~

"Newborn" by AB~

I feel like a blanket unfolded,
Tasting the clover and rye,
Laying softly, on grassy green hills,
Staring way up at the sky,

I feel like a cloud in the blue sky,
Sailing open and free,
Worries and troubles, so far below,
Nothing can bother me,

I feel like an April rainstorm,
Like dancing barefoot in the rain,
Droplets kissing my eyelids,
Washing away all my pain,

I feel like a ribbon of moonlight,
lacing the clouds in the sky,
Brushing the stars with a velvety touch,
Gracing the heavens so high,

I feel like a leaf on the water,
Afloat on a winters cold day,
Swirling down turbid waters,
Nothing can stand in my way,

I feel like a kite as it lifts off,
Catching a warm summer breeze,
Into the bluest of blue skies,
Over the tallest trees,

I feel like a bloom in the dessert,
A cool breath on sandy hot seas,
A quiet oasis, hidden away,
The feeling of you and me,

I feel like a baby resting,
So close I can hear your heart beat,
Even my eyes are smiling,
To my lips, your name tastes so sweet,

I feel like a robin on tree tops,
I feel like a walk in the rain,
I feel like a picnic in springtime,
In your arms I am newborn again.

"Ever in Love" poem by AB~

The birds they sing of sunlight,
After a summers rain,
Shining down, upon the fields,
Of buttercups and grain,

Glimmering in the sunlight,
Leaves twist in the breeze,
Dancing on a brisk breath,
Blowing through the trees,

The sky is like an ocean,
Blue, as blue can be,
The clouds high above,
A float the windy sea,

My heart feels like a kite,
It lifts as if to say,
Let me go, I need to fly,
Into my blue sky day,

In the stillness of this day,
I let my heart fly free,
It tugs upon my heartstrings,
To break away from me,

I pull it back,then let it go,
Far above the trees,
Above the tallest mountain,
Into the bluest sea,

My heart is soaring,dancing, laughing,
Troubles, far away,
Among the clouds, bathed in light,
Happy just to play,

When it will set,I cannot tell,
There's just no way to say,
Ever in love with life,
I'll chase my blue sky day.

"The Stoning" Poem by AB

Hate is cloaked and disguised,
It matters not your face,
Hate has no color,
It's target has no race,

I'm bared to my neck in shit,
and rocks are raining down,
I can't run away,
I can't make a sound,

They choose their words so coldly,
And toss them at my head,
Maybe just to kill the fear,
Thats filling them with dread,

Black,blue and bleeding,
My heart is raining down,
Silently breaking,
Gagged,tied, and bound,

Maybe when I'm older,
I won't give a shit,
If people pass and don't care,
Or even turn and spit,

But when your young and fragile,
When your glass and bone,
Every smirk has daggers,
And every word has stones.

"Mirror Image" Poem by AbiJo~

Shes a Mother,
Proud to be,
Holds the child,
In you and me,

Shes a sister,
Shes Didi,
Love's her siblings,
Wholeheartedly,

Shes a baby,
On my knee
Shes the girl,
Growing free,

Shes a lover,
Entwined is she,
Not you, and her,
But "we"

Shes the woman,
That I see,
Smiling back,
Back at me.

"Everlasting Love" Poem by AbiJo~

When was the day that I realized?
Really I haven't a clue,
But now our hearts are entwined,
Now they are one, not two,

All I can see is your love,
I've froze like a deer, in headlights,
Memorized by this feeling,
My heart has soared to great heights,

Far is the ground, I am flying,
Over the pain I had known,
And though my pain was consuming,
Far more, is the love you've shown,

I want to capture this feeling,
To keep it, to hide it away,
That I will have it always,
And can hold it, when blue skies turn gray,

But moonbeams will fall in the daylight,
Stars can't be held in one's hand,
Rose buds will fade and fold dear,
The ocean will pull from the sand,

Nothing in life is forever,
Nothing in life stays the same,
Even the heavens are changing,
And in time only love will remain,

So I give you this promise now dear,
That no matter, what life, God has planned,
My love for you will not faultier,
Through time, life and death it will stand.

"Love's Redemption" poem by Abbey~

Dreams are rose buds,
Thorns may prick,
But blossoms,
Never will they stick,

Your the fool,
Who asks for night,
Choses darkness,
When theres light,

I'm the person,
Who loved you,
Still my love's,
Forever true,

Love's undying,
Lies die quick,
Flames burn out,
But not the wick,

Love's not reason,
For your shame,
My love is not,
A shallow game,

My heart sings,
Yours hides away,
Love will shine,
And light my way,

You run scared,
In time you'll see,
What we had,
What you can't flee,

Love's redemption,
Sets me free,
Love's alive,
Alive in me.

"Lubna the Faithful" poem by AB~

Lubs the faithful,
Or so I should say,
Because shes still there,
When skies turn gray,

When she is happy,
You will know,
When she is sad,
Her blood she'll show,

Her feeling exposed,
For all to see,
Her heart is taken,
But her soul flies free,

Not to sweet,
Not to sour,
A book smart chick,
With feminine power,

Beauty on the inside,
Beauty on the out,
A beautiful girl,
Without a doubt,

Lubna smile,
For when you do,
You'll have the whole world,
Smiling with you.