Fire and Water written by J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey

J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey Fire and Water
Two lifelong poets, sisters, and best friends have fused together to bring you a variety of poems designed to melt the heart and inspire the soul. Separated for a time and coming back together stronger than ever they proudly present, "Fire and Water." The poems touch upon the earthly and otherworldly cares, delving into the complexities of the soul through the various trials faced through love, heartache, and everything in between. Join them on their journey through the dark and into the light. Travel with them through the gauntlet of poetic life with its obstacles at every turn. Each challenge they faced, however, paved the way for them to step forward with fierce determination and ever present love. Their poetry is mostly free-verse, but touch upon various forms such as the Kyrielle, Harrishma Rhyme, the Italian Sonnet, Etheree, and Twin Etheree.
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Pen'D Poem October 21-28

You look at me with

Love in your eyes

Heart filled

With Venom

Because the scene

That just played


I came at you like

A crazy lady

Because you just

Punch Me

Not even saying you

Are sorry

Fist flying all around

Heads bobbing and


Dropping down to the


Getting up real quick

With a big ole stick

Swinging frantically

Protecting myself

From the onset of

Blows that you


What's Love Got To Do

With It

As the saying goes

 Love don't suppose

To hurt

Leave you all


Using all kinds of


I did not mean to

Do it

You made me hit


But Honey you know

I love You!

As I look at you

With a swollen


A big black eye



Am I Here

Why choose to


When I should get


Promises that you

Would never do it


But you really are

Not the better


Gathering up all

My things

Racing for a

Safe place

Starting new as

You look thru

Posturing like

You help


Reality I did

What I needed to


Went were I needed

To be

Picked up all the


Straighten out all

With Ease

 Traveling around


Telling my story

Helping Others

From around all

Corners of the


I am Stronger!

I am Older!

I am Wiser

Than before

Vowing to never let

Another man

Get me so


Were does this

Type of

Abuse happens


Listen! Listen!

Listen UP!

Abuse - Love = No

Good coming from


Know you are worth

So much more

Survivor of Abuse

Controller of my own


Believer in myself

To be an Island

A force

To be reckoned


So in the end

Just recognize


 © 2012 Cindy Smith-Jordan 4-27-12

Pen'D Poem October 14-20

God knows best 

Sometimes lonely 

nights can lend the 

wrong advice... 

Inducing thoughts 

Of a better life with 

visions of you having 

a wife

I'll admit them cold 

singled nights had

me missing my past

life...... Had me reaching

for everything thing, failed 

attempts I grasped twice

Symptoms of loneliness

lust equipped with love's

might... So your desire for

erotic fights is poisoned by

loves bite

I know it all to

well been bit in

the ass twice, but

god lent clear to my

sight showing love

only appears when it's


He knew I wasn't ready

he was watching them

lonely nights... He knew

we'd bump heads not

a wife but she was shelved

At a similar price

saturated with the

freedom of one whos

engaged to a single

life but she feeds me

the love one would endure

from having a wife

She was exactly

what I ordered an

illusion of when the

time is right, god prescribed

her to me curing that desire

for bonded nights

And love.....

He made sure

falling was far from

sight, keeping my heart

tamed by the fact that she

is someone's wife

We even fight.....

Something else he

added to make this

"right" .... Constant

arguing reassuring

the love is ripe

Everything would

go left for a week

they wouldn't be

right but on that

8th day the make up

Was super nice

When im ready....

I know love won't

dare past me by...

I gave my heart away

before my body never

requested that great divide

Love has picky


selfish ears she

ignores your cries....

But she has a

unique sense one

that's overseen by

he who claims our


So don't bother

asking why you

seem to be absent

her "Hi" or why every

time she trys its always

chased by a goodbye

Just know when

your ready she

will be stationed

by your side... God

has funny ways of

training our anxious


God knows best 

(c) 2012 viewtifulink

Pen'D Poem September 9-16

I have doubts 

Sometime before today

I guided love away from 


A fool towards what

was true intoxicated by


how come nobody

mentioned to me

that them shackles

weren't cheap... I'm

paying for what I've

lost when it was giving

to me for free

I'm hurting for what

I've done most can't

afford that golden key...

It's treasure deep in

in my chest directing

blood to places it needs

to be.....

I kept from thought

the quality of those

who roamed free, now

I'm infected with this

cancer you may know

her as lonely

she's mean...

Feeding off your

desire to feel needed,

so every single encounter

she portrays love as the

source of why you were


vulnerable your mind

Is throughout this diseased

time.... Disrupting your gift

of vision lonely convinces you

your blind

Forced to only see

what she wants to be

seen.... One night stands

scripted as fulfilled love

dreams you see your read

is disrupted hit by the

stare of the suns beam so

you fall for anything them

obvious cracks are hardly


Attempting daily to get

back the entire route your

suffering because reality

is taunting " you forced real

to leave the scene"!!

I have doubts....

due to this horrid

society.... Women

using their gift given

to create for conning

men into enhancing

their lives financially

Men abusing the beauty

of "her" exaggerated

emotion stream to feed

their overwhelming

greed sexually

It's a never ending cycle

that makes this love shit

hard for me.... I'm not into

the casual games they were

forced onto me

I gambled and rolled

the dice now love runs

when I speak... Not chasing

my prior one I just need love

to forgive me and respect my

speech, but I doubt shell stop

to listen she quickly evades me

when I reach

I have doubts

(c) 2012 viewtifulink

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