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

Out


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

Weaving

Dropping down to the

Ground


Getting up real quick

With a big ole stick

Swinging frantically

Protecting myself

From the onset of

Blows that you

Throw


What's Love Got To Do

With It

As the saying goes

 Love don't suppose

To hurt

Leave you all

Bruised

Using all kinds of

Excuses


I did not mean to

Do it

You made me hit

You

But Honey you know

I love You!


As I look at you

With a swollen

Lip

A big black eye

Wondering

Why!

Am I Here


Why choose to

Stay

When I should get

Away


Promises that you

Would never do it

Again


But you really are

Not the better

Man


Gathering up all

My things

Racing for a

Safe place


Starting new as

You look thru

Posturing like

You help

Me


Reality I did

What I needed to

do

Went were I needed

To be


Picked up all the

Pieces

Straighten out all

With Ease


 Traveling around

Town

Telling my story

Helping Others

From around all

Corners of the

World


I am Stronger!

I am Older!

I am Wiser

Than before


Vowing to never let

Another man

Get me so

Low

Were does this

Type of

Abuse happens

Again


Listen! Listen!

Listen UP!

Abuse - Love = No

Good coming from

It

Know you are worth

So much more


Survivor of Abuse

Controller of my own

Pockets

Believer in myself


To be an Island

A force

To be reckoned

With

So in the end

Just recognize

This

 © 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

right


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

eyes......

selfish ears she

ignores your cries....



But she has a

unique sense one

that's overseen by

he who claims our

sky's


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

eyes

God knows best 


(c) 2012 viewtifulink








Pen'D Poem September 9-16


I have doubts 


Sometime before today


I guided love away from 

me.... 


A fool towards what

was true intoxicated by

immaturity

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


greeted



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


seen



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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