My Hopes, Memories and Dreams

Posts tagged “poems

I have moved…Come and meet up with me at my new Site!

To all my beautiful readers….I would love to invite you to come with me on the next pathway of my life that is unfolding. Pop on over for a visit to Colleen DuBois Medium and Authenticity Specialist

Coming out of the “Spiritual Closet”

Colleen DuBois

celebrate-every-love

“Here we go…” I hear you say…”Another one of those social media posts featuring crystals, angel feathers and purple velvet!” #iamagoddess #enlightenment #soulfood

Well.. it’s actually a bit deeper than that for me. You see, it’s about owning up to being myself. Like any “coming out”… I imagine. It has only taken forty years and in fact I am still a ‘work in progress’, but perhaps it’s the next bold step after half a lifetime of learning to speak out and allow my inner presence to be seen. I have grappled with the fear of being judged, ridiculed, mocked or plain misunderstood but ultimately I am here writing these words as I have come to know that each time we share our soul’s true purpose, not only do we make things easier on ourselves, we can encourage others on their own path of acceptance.

So here goes…

I talk to dead…

View original post 698 more words


Free Falling

 

 

 

 

 

free falling

through the hollow

finger tips straining

desperately, to hold on…

…to what?

That certainty that alludes me…?

one can not grasp that

which is not in reach

I invoke the screams of Alice

beckoned further down the spiral

by the Darkness

that is

my Rabbit Hole

as every nerve cell in my being

chooses to coagulate in my chest

pelting, fruitlessly

like stone cold hail

against the window to my soul

too numb to retaliate

Tired

from the ravishing anxieties

that appear to have swallowed whole

the gravity

of

my being


Little girl, Little me

Little girl

Me, aged 4

…Little me

Sunshine soaked comfort

Caresses tender, innocence

Salt tainted sea breeze

Augmenting parched desire

An inner thirst

For a want, then unnamed

…Yet secretly possessed

Gratitude exudes

For a pink bunny to hold dear

Your sweetness echoes

in floral strains, near

Such reassurance

In recognition

….A glimmer of me

Caught dancing

between

Shadows of you


Dreamtime Lore

This photograph has been taken from Digital Photo Gallery of Ted Szukalski

They came with their God and their book
Told him he was outcast, naked and poor
Shunned his tucker, language and lore
Tried to bleach him
With their righteous weapons
Their guns and disease
To scrub and scour all trace
Of what had gone before…
They came, sirens blaring
And took his children away
Filling him with their poison
“It will be better this way”
Yet the cockatoos screeched
a raucous chorus of ridicule
That echoed throughout the land
For the white invaders
Could never extinguish
Spirit’s dreamtime tryst
Between
Mother country
…And this ancient man


Riding Rainbows

Little girls
My growing girls
Your sweet giggles of innocence
Still tippy-toe
Across my heart

Hear my whispers
Kissed gently upon you
Listen for their song
That only silence knows

Keep riding rainbows
My Little Girls
For loves, thrills and adventures
Lie eagerly in wait

Stretch yourselves with courage
(And delight !)
Through the clouds that will float by
‘Til your finger tips come to rest
Upon your horizons

And when your dreams and ambitions
Land momentarily
To catch their breath
Toss me a star
And I’ll join you there…


The Well Within

I always knew

the well ran deep

A seemingly bottomless pit

So dark and hollow

That for such a long time

I dared not look into…

For the vastness scared me

When I peered inside

Having never learnt

There were walls

Called boundaries

With special nooks

That lay within

To tuck away

Little reserves

of love

Just

…for

Me


Ebb and Flow

Like a line in the sand                          

You draw me to you…

Each grain of tender energy

Leaves trails

Along the valleys

of breath intertwined

then, exhaled

To settle

Between the ebb and flow

of the gentle, knowing tide

that binds us


The Lost Children

                                                                                   

Whose child ?
Flinches, Winces
Burns inside
Silently screaming
Breathless
Tongue-tied

Whose child ?
Cringes, Shudders
Hides their eyes
Compliantly settles
Guts knotted
Despised

Whose child ?
Nameless, Blameless
Belittled
by a Bureaucracy, blind
To lips pursed in anguish
…Yet no words to describe

Who will protect the children
Society denies ?


A Thank You Note to Memory

Memory
Oh Memories…
Where do you hide ?
I sense your presence …Lurking
At the corners of my mind
Stealthily I creep
Feel the slowing of my breath
Ready to pounce
When your shadow takes a rest

I blink and you are gone
Trails of confusion
Litter your space
Yet I still feel you in my cells
        In my bones
                    And on my face

You are the most faithful play mate
Of this game that has no end
The rules remain unwritten
Tactics rehearsed so well…
You know I’ll never catch you
And I know …

You’ll never tell


Hope

Hope shimmers

Rays of golden thread

Cleverly interwoven

Between bleak greys and browns

Providing enlightenment

To the fabric of life


Man oh Man !

Men of courage, honour and resolve
Mere fantasies created
Through stories once told
Whilst here stand before me
Boys parading
in grown men’s bodies

Size ten boots
Boast of lands conquered
Yet rolled up sleeves
belie the frayed seams
Of the Self and Soul
…That read like a little black book
Scrawled with every nameable insecurity

With lips pursed
To contain my disappointment
(For no hero exists to slay the troll)
I send another on his way
…Those desert eyes…
To lap at some other oasis of need
No such mirage engulfs my energy
For with the autonomy of every womanly muscle
I must drag forth the resolve
To be my own protector
my own husband
…my own father


Pathways

On tiptoe we tread
Tentatively tracing
New stepping stones
Before us
Hesitancy seeks to confirm
The offerings
of
Wholeness

With magnetic force
the mystery of possibiliites
Draws us deeper
   …Closer
Clock ticking
Heart trembling
To step…
………or to Leap ?


Disquiet

 

 

 

Your silence is deafening

Not even ear-plugs of disdain

Can quieten the echo

                                                That richochets through my heart

                                                                                        Still…

 

 

 

 


I am not a pin cushion

pincushion01I am not a pin cushion

Though I’m soft

and pretty

Yes

A malleable pacifist

I may be…

My core is not filled

with stuffing

For you to sink 

your blunt end

  Into

      

Thanks to   Sara Fryd  for the inspiration from her poem,

An Only Daughter, published in What if…only one child remained ?


Cleanse

That which no longer needs to sit                                                   down%20the%20drain

On my skin 

     In my soul

             Goes

                        down

                                   the  

                                             drain…


More than Words

lettersWords spewed forth

Carelessly

Selfishly

A sausage string

of

consonants and vowels

 

Syllables ring

In the ears of a child

Decoding

Fragmenting…

…Syntax error alert !

Naive cognition fails to compute 

 

Yet

Intentions seep

From veiled meanings

Insidiously

Irreparably

Crafting the scar-tissue

Around the Heart

of

Self

 

Words spewed forth

Cutting

Wounding

Enmeshed in a  tangle of lesions

Clotting pathways

To

the Soul

 

 


Hear My Cry !

                                                                                                               cairns esplanadeThud …Thud                             
The pavement says
Love …Love
Echoes
in my head

An anchor pulls
From deep below
Mother Earth
Sends a stabilising
Flow

Thud …Thud
The pavement says
Love …Love
Echoes
in my head

Arms outreached
To the ethereal sky
I surrender
Hear me cry !

Thud …Thud
The pavement says
Love, dear love
Echoes
in my head

…You have Spirit on your side !


Birth of the Soul

A formless puddle puddle
Of energy
Rippling, softly
Here I float

Surrounded by Light
I swell
In rapturous harmony
Existential delight !

Must I go ?
Must I choose
The trauma
And heartache
Of this Life ?

Darkness descends
A bloodied womb
My cradle
The beating heart
My only constancy

Oh the pain !
I wince
My face distorted
Squinting
at the brightness

Reluctantly
I emerge
Into the cold


Soul Purpose

Cane fire plumeOh Soul so tender

How you flinch at my touch !

A purplish glow

Replaces the Light

Revealing the bruises

Inflicted by

                                             Life

 

Why choose this suffering?

Divine creator

of chaos

I cry…

And I plead

Take me back to the beginning !

Oh how I yearn to know!

 

I am willing

Heart wide open

Listening

Waiting

For enlightenment

 to unfold…


Freedom

eyes

stealthily

in search of the key

we dip into pockets

near and far

yet to discover

the illusive freedom

exists within

———————————

Thanks to Sara Fryd for the inspiration !


Sam the Seagull

SAM the SEAGULLJust when I needed you
There you would be
Paddling in the shallows
A lone figure under a tree

When I walked
You followed
Watching from afar
We spoke the same language
Shared footprints in the sand

I did not choose you
You made me your friend
Circling my energy
To love
and defend

With you in sight
My travelling companion
I learnt how to skip
And jump the puddles in my path

I felt your melancholy
Sensed the longing for your tribe
So touched by your presence
You never went unnoticed

My feathery spirit guide


Intentions for my Sister-Friend

Woman-Mother-Sister-Friend         4goddesses

Listen intently

To

Mystic musings

Do not dispel

The inner rumblings

Of primal knowing

And of self-

preservation

Revved up by Mars

And its astro-wielding

Drag yourself out

From the merde-ridden nest

…where mad men dwell

Access peaceful resolve

And with gilded grace

Refuse to endorse

The slog of self-reliance

Demand all those who desire

A share

Of your domestic landscape

Honour your virtues

Or be flushed out in style