Monday, March 17, 2014

Cracking a Whip #POETRY #PROMISES #DREAMS #DianaMarySharpton

You often say ; I would give , but only to the deserving, The trees in your orchard say not so , nor the flocks in your pasture.
Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and nights is worthy of all else from you.
And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver , and an instrument of giving.
For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you , who deem yourself a giver , is but a witness.” 

― Kahlil Gibran

Cracking a Whip
By Diana Mary Sharpton

She’s a tall drink of water; to an observer’s point of view
Wearing khakis, boots and shirt that’s visibly peek-a-boo
I can see her now, walking amid his life in total control
Cracking a whip, akin to horse trainers; hands firmly hold

The question in his mind begins reluctantly to surmise
Where his heart battles furiously; it’s all lies, lies and more lies!
A vicious combat ensues, like two beasts sparing over who will mate
Or the pit-bull striking an invader, opening the garden gate

He’s addicted to her affect, carnal way and feminine smell
And moans in pain with apathy as rage quietly quails
She is everything he knows to love, never questioning why
It’s in the spectacular brought to an otherwise common life

I’ve seen this scenario a time or two, before
As my lover left his shoes; walking out the back door
It revealed to me a truth that must be heard
No matter how much love is given, it’s not real until deserved.
 ©copywriter Diana Mary Sharpton

1.) Photography: Kelly-Brook-as-Indy.

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