Many of the poems below are not dated but were written between 1995-1997, the more current ones have dates below the titles. A lot of them were inspired by our move to New Orleans, LA (June ’96-Sept ’97).. Looking back at them I wonder what was going on in my mind and in my heart.. But, reading them gives me insight to who I was and who I am. I hope that you enjoy these poems. I ceased to write for some years but am back at it again, here in this BLOG.

Mishelle O. Lane
Original Poetry
Copyright © 2008

Life The Way It Should Be

Life, the way it should be
Is not a state of mind
It’s taking the curves,
Taking the pains.
Living by standards
Set by someone else.
An absurd way to live.
We all have a heart in the center
But.
Somehow neglected. To live
By the ways someone tells you “t’was better”.
Life.
Comes as quick as it goes.
Hitting us, blinding us,
Maybe even starving us.
We worry about life,
Everyday, ”what is happening?”
Or “why me?” we say.
Standards flashing great neon signs.
I choose to get out of the way.
Worrying how to be a
Good, decent human being
Loving the sorrows
For they bring happier days.
Drowning sorrows; making a little more sense.
For with life everything happens – it has a certain reason.
And that’s what makes me deal with
Life, the way I see it.

The Kiss

She grabbed his arm
He went to spin her
Into his arms
He would befriend her.
Looking on, wanting to touch
His hand gently stroked
The hair that
Would be so familiar
She bounced back
Her hair moved just a little
Her eyes sparked more
Winked maybe once
And then he pulled close
To his chest, the woman
That would be given his kiss

Face Me

A heart in the middle
Allows the mind to breathe.
The soul not able to mend any aches.
The tears of a lifetime wanting to appease.
Where is my lifeline?
In all my worries,
Will my heart need to mend again?
Yes.
Confusing thoughts always prevail
Making the heartache and the soul to mourn.
The burning dagger points to the heart,
The mind it’s umbilical cord.

Flowers always growing,
An everlasting sun.
The all-knowing eyes see
And are always kept open by shining on the flowers.
Forgetting and forgiving the sensations and
Emotions the heart felt as the
Dagger burned down from the mind

Earth’s Sun

The flames of the sun
Are everlasting.
Warming our faces
Flames are thrown, unknowingly.
She does not segregate.
Warming our bodies
The same way – all over.
I sometimes wonder if the
Sun knows me.
Too many names to remember
She knows just one: Earth
Together they are friends
Not once apart
The love and they hate,
Just as we
What is blinding us?
We are so unaware
That the best friends of
The universe, that we can plainly see,
Can destroy us so easily.
Nurture and cherish
So they’ll allow us to stay
Earth and sun waiting to show us the way.

Love

Love is a flower blooming in spring.
Love is a snowflake, perfect in composure.
But is love you and me?
Possibly just a dream
I try to see, what it could be.
But my eyes are blindly closed.

Is love you?
Or is love me?

Love is a rainbow on a sunny day.
Warmth on a cold, bitterly cold, day.
But mostly, as I realized the meaning,
Love IS you and me.
Two lights in the sky
Merged together.
Will one ever fall down?
If it did, I’d lose my head
And not even know why.
Fire
Rain
Love
Warmth and Beauty
When I look into your eyes

Doggie Style

Sniff my feet
Leap as high as you can
Eat everything

Sniff the cracks in the floor
Run as fast as you can
Question everything

Sniff, Miss Investigator
Figure it out as fast as possible
Try to tell me what you want

Sniff the bone
One of us touched
Who did it? He or She?

Sniff and wonder
What is going on
Should I eat it, you plop on the floor..

Snap Flash

I have plenty of pictures
To hang on the wall
Memories captured
For future reference

I am a photographer
Expresses what
Kind of person I really am
Always looking in

With a few dollars and time
I’ll take some more pictures
Maybe even develop
The things I looked at first

Montel

A mom cries as her son looks on.
Mending a bridge that has been worn.
Her tears show how much she cares.
Deep down inside he wants to cry
He knows that if he did,
His tears would be as big as his fist.
Can someone repair
The damage that has been done;
Mother and Son.

Windblown, Torn (Souls Have Endured)

The wind is picking up and
My hair is in my eyes.
They are wet with tears,
Brought up on by gusts;
Gusts of wind knocking at my door.
My door is locked three times over.
It knocks, it wails, it wants to
Be inside, disturbing a home.
Tearing down paintings, ripping down souls.
Waiting and watching, too painful to bear,
The gripping gusts, tugging at my own hair.
The window shatters, stating its claim.
Crashing down silence to that which has been.
People upon people, ages ago
The wind came knocking strongly here –once before.
Ranting and raving, these walls they have heard.
Mother nature is calling,
Make her welcome in your abode.

Childless Mother

And in the hours between dusk till dawn
The child has heard the song
The sky opened up and set it’s sight
Cautiously waiting throughout the night
The song has played to its bitter sweet end
The innocent child it did befriend
Save the worries and the sad
The sky, the child had to have
A floating walk into the light
No more fear
No more fright

Why I’m Gonna Move

Why I’m gonna move
Clearly plain to see
To get some answers from life
Be happy just the same
Devoted and caring
Maybe even mother
Humble and honest
Openly divine
Smile on my child’s face means the world to me
But, I have to wait and see

Soul Searching

Awaken within me, O river of strength,
I will hold up throughout the rain.
My mind wanders deeply into my soul.
Asking what indeed will unfold.
Grasp the rail!
Feel unsteady.
Splash as you fall.
Raindrops tickling your neck
Wet; I shiver in the cold.
I capture a memory of sunshine and warmth
“No need to worry” my body soon moans.
Trickling deeper into the hollow hole.
Nails digging into the side as if to keep infinity from falling.
Not wanting to travel the inevitable depths.
I scream, to my horror, my strength now full blown!
Raindrops cursing me, my mind devoid.
My soul at the surface looking for the truth.
Asking for someone to throw the life boat.
Splashing and wavering, falling into heaven.
[Raindrops] long forgotten but the memories trapped
in the opening of the soul, feeling happiness and loving.
“No need to question”, my soul leaps forth.

24, 32, 64 - - Hike!

Sweaty men running around
Catching an oddly shaped ball
Full of testosterone, grunting at the play
Giving their team all they got
Even taking nasty hits
Dedication and self control
And an ounce of apathy for the
Guys on the other team
Sweaty men giving it all they got
Sometimes even more
This dedication and perseverance
Should be, in good measure for life

Lord Behold Us

Wonder what you will.
I know the path I have chosen.
T’was not for you,
T’was solely for me.
Waiting, watching, wanting to know.
What are you asking?
Why should you know?
I’ve endured and have prevailed,
My life still long in terms of years.
Young and hopeful, I have
Not forgotten my plans.
I have forged and fumbled
But yet I still dance.
You’ll see all that will become.
Childless mother, stagger through
The snow and don’t wonder,
Where you will go.
God has made you strong and he will provide,
He’ll give you strength and in you he shall reside.

Loving Man Take Care Of Me

You are the soul that is here to take me
Into the forest for quick safety
The knight who saves the princess
He, who is (by my means) the best
That will by far survive
Striving, you are the one who will save
Take our lives into the night, swiftly
We will go. The chosen heart that
Will always know
My king is strong enough to carry full load
That is equally shared

My Angel

My angel is my soul.
Guiding my blind spirit.
Free.
Some sort of power, reassuring grace.
Thankful for the foresight.
Cast upon my being.
Surround me with the best,
Keep me free from the immoral.
Teach me to stand my ground.
My angel is my savior, strange enough to behold,
My angel is that which I have found.

My Michael

I’ve loved you for sometime now,
Keeping you in my heart, close.
Walking with you,
makes me smile.
Dear, you mean the world to me.
Without you, I dissolve into nothingness.
Bored with life I’ll keep loving you each day through
If nothing
I have the world
In you!

New Year

Welcome in the New Year,
Welcome her with cheer.
Try to fix the broken things,
Without changing yourself, dear.
Love as much as possible,
And only live to be great.

(no title)
Elements come together
Making stronger bonds
Likely that the essentials
Will show for the larger cause

April Fool’s Day, 1997

Sitting at the Landmark,
Absorbing some tunes.
Good company and great friends.
Crashin’ and burnin’, having loads of fun
One cherry, two cherry, three cherry, four ~
Friends sitting together, laughing
With Spool and the Gang.

Like a Fucking Drunk

Like a fucking drunk
I scratched my nose
Tingling sensations all the way
Down to my toes
I felt my tongue go numb
And a burp could lead to puke
Like a fucking drunk
Sobering up on coffee

(no title)
Turning the page
Is a wonderful thing
All the words mesh
Together to create a scene
I love seeing new words and I love
Learning
That is why we are here.

(no title)
You can call now
That’s all it would take
To look at yourself in a different light
Call this toll free number
To mold your body
To mend your life’s face
Call now and they’ll cut it all away
They can shape and contort
And you’ll look “Damn good!”
Just call now
And they promise they’ll fix it
Never to be back for more

(no title)
The sun finally came out,
A few clouds still linger.
Up ahead, a long narrow road,
One of many that have been laid.

Lush green trees, bushes and grass,
Infinite organisms dealing with man.
Not knowing, just living,
Time will never stand still.

Smoke escapes the rear of a truck,
The smell is pretty bad.
If inhaling it turns you away,
Well then, it mustn’t be good.

I’m sitting under a canopy of leaves,
Birds and frogs sing.
The sun warms my body,
The blue sky holds my soul.

(no title)

I am struck by your maturity.
Your spirit draws me in.
Saddened by your absence,
Togetherness I recommend.
Your voice, sweet as an angel that carries a prayer on her wings.
Delighted in the splendor of much greater beams.
Her laughter is fuel for forgotten dreams.
I am stunned by your wittiness, I gallop to your side.
My sweet, loving angel in step with my stride.
Your perseverance is admired and kept in my heart
Always remembering how far, indeed, you have come.
But, never get cocky and give disrespect,
For your heart and your ruler does not this expect.

Loving Baby

Little baby, rocked long ago, I hold you in my arms.
Little girl, sing me a song, you held me in your thoughts.
Young woman, play me a tune, my heart is in your hands.
Grown now with a family of your own
Now you’ll feel the wonder of holding your own close.
They will be the baby you rock to sleep.
You’ll see your baby grow into an adult as you did to me
And then you will truly see the magic you possess
Of making a part of you into another person complete.
Completely yours, completely ours, completely their own.
Little baby, little girl, young woman - - - I love you so.

Dream Lover

She entered his mind like a soothing breeze.
He enjoyed watching her hips move as she went through the crowd.
Wearing his favorite sheer lilac dress,
It was as if it was the first time he saw her.
She smiled and greeted a few guests,
His smile matched hers.
And then his heart dropped to the floor.
She turned around, raised her arm and gently placed her delicate hand on her cheek.
Melting, he grasped her free hand,
Touching it to his fresh lips
“You could take me home with you.”, she whispered in his ear
And, as he starred into her dream giving eyes he sweetly replied,
“Anything for you, dream lover”.

One With Your Undeniable Solitude

Sitting in my solitude I look at my bag of tricks
Gathered many my life it has, of a long forgotten trade
Fumbling for quarters I have but one regret
Time, indeed, was not well spent
The bag that I carry is for chosen souls to share
Solitude, sharing, discovering – unknowing gratitude
I wiggle and I wonder
Luck of the draw, I learned a new trick
Laughing and praying, “Glory to our Lord”
My life on a long, grueling, twisted road
Be it to your like or dismay
This is the person, this is the only way
Soul mates, but few
To find the task that takes you from your
Solitude to your bliss

(no title)
Happiness to me is measured
In forms of love and tranquility
People do not realized that if you
Hold your flowers close to your heart
The sun will shine upon you brightly

Flowers never really die
Just like smiles
Plentiful laughter, caring ways
Leads the path your heart will take

Wisdom and faith
Walk hand in hand
Truth and beauty
Follow close behind
Hidden in the depths
Of your heart
Love will always find you

(no title)
If I could not draw I’d paint pictures with my thoughts.
I’d dazzle my mind into thinking it has won.
I would dream of beautiful landscapes
And fresh babbling brooks.
My soul would tingle and in that brief moment
Between here and there,
I would believe and know that in fact I really could draw.

(no title)
Singing a tune
Feeling the groove
Everlasting dance
My partner and I
Slide from left to right
Meshing our moves
I create a sound
My lips push it out
And it sounds as if the tune will carry on
Moving on
Dissolving into the air
Forever held

(no title)
Thoughts on darkness:
We cower and hide under lights
Our parents warn us we’ll go astray,
In the darkness, in the night.

Thoughts on Solitude:

Embraced and beloved
Constantly searching for that place
To be in the darkness
In the night…and to feel you are one
With the land.

Thoughts on Peace:

Exist and love
Nurture and behold
Standing in the kitchen
Listening to the house
Looking up and hearing him snore
I see my reflection in the window
My figure distorted by the uneven blinds
I hear him snivel, I hear him breath deep
And I thank the Lord he sent him to me
All the qualities I believed there to be
I love making him push me, he strengthens my pace
And I’ve never known it, but now I understand
So, I’m rubbing my eyes now
The lights are too dim
I’ll be pleased to report
I’m going to be sleeping with him
I’ll kiss him and stroke his golden waves
And if you could see, a smile would appear
And I’ll roll over and look at the shadow
Cast on my shade
I’ll smile and be grateful for how much I am blessed
To have a man who loves me and is my soul mate at best
To be loved and remembered in the hearts of but few
Knowing that within this love of our own there is a family
One for us to go through life with
Loving, nurturing, teaching, showing
To raise
To grow

Leaves

They shake together as the wind
Calls their name
Grown together, never alone
Even when they fall to the ground
A never ending cycle
The life of a tree
And when it comes time for the tree to move on
The Earth will re-inherit the leaves

(no title)
I’m torn apart when I see the darkness.
I’m torn apart when I see the hate.
I’m torn apart when I see the destruction
I’m torn apart when I see no details

Do you ever get torn apart?
And do you always look away?
Looking away to sew yourself together.
Hoping that the seams won’t come undone.

Intersection of Souls

You are a wonder,
And I see you standing here.
By my side, holding my hand in yours,
I’m in your heart.

From the first time I saw your
Deep earthy eyes.
I knew you were a dream about to come true.
And in you I found love…true

Just give me smiles
And a garden of dreams
A house beside our mountain
And a clear, cool stream

Keep me bewildered,
And in the direct grasp
Of the sun and the moon.
Watching over our children,
Hearing their heavenly tunes.

You are a wonder,
I stand by your side.
Gazing into your soul,
In know in my heart you reside.

A Walk Down Magazine Street

Whistling to himself as he walks,
He studies each building with precise care.
Old age has brought some appreciation and
Hardly any despair.

She walks not too far behind him.
Her eyes wander as she draws in foreign smells.
Her lips are sucked in around her smooth gums;
She has been lost for some time now.

From them generations have evolved,
Their lives have been filled completely.
Walking down the dirty and busy road
The elderly gentleman draws his arms behind his back.

He looks at the tallest building he can find.
Then, at the road up ahead he sighs.
He’s seen this several times,
And now he wants to look at a mountain instead.

She looks around confused,
Watching for signals from her domain.
She’s trying to remember,
And wishing she understood.

In The Dark

1-3-2001

Standing in the dark.

Looking into it as if to be,

Looking at the past.

Standing in the dark.

Closing your eyes like you were,

Closing a chapter and closing it good.

Standing in the dark.

Waiting for an answer is,

Waiting for a prayer to take the shape of life.

Standing in the dark.

Knowing that things are well,

Knowing that the light isn’t far.

Standing in the dark.

Feeling Love and definitely not

Feeling alone.

Standing in the dark.

Listening to sleeping sounds,

Listening to it all.

Remembrance

1-14-2001

I’m sitting back remembering,

Remembering who I really am.

I might not know who I was

And I might wonder how life has changed me.

But, I’m starting to accept

Whom I have grown up to be.

A lover, a wife, a mother and a daughter.

Most importantly I have realized,

Realized just what kind of a woman I am, too.

The House

1-19-2001

The house is full,

With room to grow.

The stars shine upon it brightly.

For the souls living there,

Are loving and peaceful.

Man and woman came together,

Full of happiness and bliss.

Their hearts opened wide for one another,

Only just beginning to learn.

The lessons that life had to offer.

Dreams are woven

Hopes are fulfilled.

True love prevails,

And keeps right on growing.

Mishelle
written by an old friend

Like the gentle breeze
You touched my life
Surrounding me with love and tranquility
Your presence – a gift
Each time a wonderful new you
So much to give
So much knowledge possessed
You hold us all – a wondrous embrace
Full of warm sunlight
Everything you touch is golden
You may roam – state to state
But you will always flow kindly
Reminding me
You are always near