Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas 2009





To: JYates, xxoo TYates

Holidays and cheer watching the first snow fall
There is a flash of your eyes from days gone by…
Along with a chill in the air
Keep the cold at bay and memories close to my heart
Swept up in a moment when your hand was in mine,
Tightly wrapped around mine…
Recall a warm glow, your smile star light and crisp,
Gentle flow of love and affection
Like the perfection of our first kiss…every time
Music floats dancing as snow flakes swirl...
Remember,
“…when your hand was in mine darlin…
Your hand tightly wrapped around mine
Your hand in mine…tightly wrapped around mine,
never letting go…your hand in mine…”

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Saturday, December 12, 2009

December 2009


Fine Line

Night falls pulling at my heart strings
like the notes of a tragic love song
sung with that familiar 13 bar blues riff
emotions hit on the up beat
rather than on the down
flip side quick ride
never leaves me lonely
but in this place of spaces in between
where silence is seductive
I wait to hear from you
a slight touch
or whisper
in the night
something that can keep me
from walking a fine line
to the very edge
that once was more of a life style
than just a thrill…

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Friday, November 27, 2009

November...birthdays and holidays



Jump the Track

Another day
won’t matter
Meeting by chance
doesn’t prove anything
Leave it to destiny
leave it to caution
Tossed in the air
caught by an up draft
Pushed to the limit
tumbling in harms way
…good fortune, good fortune
haphazard on occasion

Fate, less of an option
...train jumps the track ~

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Sailing Without The Wind

A million questions float in the air
and I’ll never wait long enough
to hear the answers
because there is a time
and place for every breath

I’m at a cross road
sailing without the wind...




© 2009 Trilby Yates

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Time does not heal all wounds....




Till Then

A chill in the night air
wind blows from the north
sails are lowered
a season comes to an end
nothing touches the soul
deeply in love
deeply in love sweet one
eyes close
metaphors dance slowly
with familiarity
bodies move in sync
dream like seduction
deeply in love
deeply in love sweet one
morning light seeps through
a new day rises
till the evening falls again
deeply in love
deeply in love sweet one


© 2009 Trilby Yates

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Fall 2009



Gentle Reminder

Slight rush of wind, gentle reminder, touch to the cheek… gentle reminder
Deep dreams, vivid color, love story, continuous waft …gentle reminder
Seasons slip, summer to fall, cool breeze, last sail…gentle reminder
Songs satisfy, empty spaces, lyrics ring true, tune, familiar hum…gentle reminder
Tender moments, sleepless nights, AM chatter, smiles kiss the sky…gentle reminder
Finger tips, poignant embrace, time and distance, union remains, forever the same …gentle reminder
Another moment, another day, incessant, without you as I lovingly drift off, fade away…gentle reminder…gentle reminder

Exhale

Exhale…
slow release
thoughts jump the rope
skip to simple complex closure of the mind
leave the day on a slow train
like a boat to China
no direction
short of misgivings or concern
fast track
take my hand
leading the way
fork in the road
wind blows
from the north shore
leaving less than what is anticipated
when expectations are already at a low
subtle smile lingers on…

Sail Away With Me

Waves caress port side
leaning to the left
fill the sails with a new direction
unknown
last breath
secrets from the other side –
whispering angels hovering above…let him exhale one more time…
prayers are rarely answered and coincidence never ring true
songs blow by
haunting tunes of love and sorrow,
“…sail away with me honey, hold my heart in your hands, sail away with me honey, sail away with me now…”

Shore of Recollection

Take hold love
Aim into the wind
Quick get away
As darkness surrounds
Dimming light
Off in the distance
Where once you wrapped your arms around me
Kissed my face, forehead, eyes and lips
Visions are clear
Memories never fade
To that distant
Shore of recollection

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Fall is in the air...



Van Gogh...Lost Lover (September 12, 2009)

What is held in those moments late at night when the light from the moon doesn’t shine as bright as it once did when your hand fit perfectly into mine?

What happens to a memory that is meant to fade as time and aging slip away to a quieter place where the song is sentimental and the image remains crystal clear?

What will a gentle touch gliding across a body once promised never to stray bring to lips that have not been kissed with the passion of Van Gogh…lost lover?

Life pushes though slivers of time as sand adjusts beneath my feet on a far off shore line that holds the answers to endless questions that seem beyond the realm of compassion...


Memory Lane (9.6.09)

Up date
change of status
what’s next
we never know
Take a step
beyond the shadows
slip into something less discrete
Black satin with a twist of lace
when all else fails
there’s always Eau de Parfum
tantalizing the senses
taste of fine wine
touch of a soft hand
finger tips draw a line
map from head to toe
taking detours
getting lost
when nothing in life
stays the same
taking a stroll
down Memory Lane

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Rambling thoughts...



Fair Winds and Following Seas

Sea breeze, a few glasses of wine
conversations that go astray
loose lips sail ships
from the traditional
“…what if’s…”
“…would you…”
promises
ragging fears come to light
while other’s are put to bed
love is not a link
to a chain that binds
but the feather’s
in an angel’s wings
taunting us to fly
and as we hold on tight
wrapped in a blanket of disguise
as if this would be the last time
there is never a second guess
to where passion will take us

wishing always…

"Fair Winds and Following Seas."

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Heart Stings

Tide shifts with continuity
Highs and lows of a new moon
Float among stars and planets
While tugging on heart strings
Like the notes from a guitar
Songs reflecting a sentimental mood
Creating new memories
While kisses stir the soul
Shinning a light on the potential of another day
Filled with smiles and moments
That cause pause and question
The unpredictable likelihood
Of lust and/or passion
With or without a connection
Between two souls
While ambivalence and tentativeness
Lead the way

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Taxi Driver

What to say when a question is posed
Like a bull in a China shop…

The only answer lay dumbfound on the tongue of an exiled wise ass ~

“So, uh what about you, dating yet or uh, anything…?”

That is how the question game begins
Twisting in the wind via self-preservation, defensiveness… and
A touch of whatthefuck –

One way ticket directly to Hell
Do not pass go or collect two hundred dollars…
Just answer the question and hit the high road, get out of Dodge
A fast train to…no where

The reply is not as quick witted as a sharp shooter
Answers flying solo on the wrong side of the road
While the stakes are higher still as Park Avenue blends with Broadway
And the mortgage was lost on a free toss of the dice...Dooms Day 1929

Spin the wheel of fortune, on the down beat I can name that tune
Just the slightest hint and charades is no longer much of a challenge
Along with finding the misplaced Shroud of Turin
In a small apartment on the south side of Tribeca
At a film festival that draws an exclusive crowd

While a slight echo bounces around the inside of my curve
For a writer I find myself at a complete loss for words....
So in my best De Niro...take aim - fire…

“…you talkin to me…”

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Red Balloon

A fine line between what is said
and what is meant
when passion hides
behind well wishes and glances
on the other side of friendship
and no one knows better
than Madame Bovary
if love will come or
love will go
the extra mile or
fade off into a slow burn
sun rises and sets
with each lie that innocently
drips from lips of gold
like spilt wine from high end crystal
visions of happily ever after
play out in the perfection of a Truffaut flick
and optimism is a red balloon
that is chased after and never caught…

unobtainable high…


© 2009 Trilby Yates

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Summer Time Blues


Blow Sweet Melody

Mr. Sunshine steps off to the left
with a wave of his hand,
bowing majestically,
“After you my dear,”
soft tones of highs and lows
with a Cheshire smile
to make the gesture complete…
full circle swing

Caution takes the lead,
nods in confirmation
gingerly moving past the man
who holds the Jester hostage
and the only one that matters
is the cool cat
with the harp perched between his lips
without malice or intent…

blow sweet melody, blow…

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Summer 2009



Bitter Sweet Time

There is no time like the present
Keep one foot in the here and now
While the other dangles freely – wind beneath
One hand waves farewell to new comers
The other tips the head waiter with a smirk
Wooden nickels hold their value in this Land of Oz
Like souvenirs at a carnival - children smile
And even though this ghost ship is half empty
Like the champagne glass resting peacefully - aura of decadence
The heart cannot let go of dreams and visions
Plans left incomplete, anniversaries come and go

I will follow…
In time, in bitter sweet time ~

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Women Of The Sea

Women of The Sea

The wind rages from the West
across the main land filling sails
sending the day from point to point
tack,
mainsail luff,
“…come about…”
a thought
that never makes its way
from brain wave
to verbal vibration -
all hands on deck
a solo act
when solitude is the destination
of least resistance
peace rises between layers
of wind and cloud
9 knots with 8 foot swells
adrenalin hits a high note
as if Sachamo were crew
blowing old favorites
from a time when life was a mystery
or what we thought it could be –
temptation drifts off
into the slow burn of a sunset
memories find a harmonious harbor
to rest during the inevitable storm
slow sway
sentimental echo
making lovers dance
babies dream

while women of the sea
gaze beyond the horizon…


© 2009 Trilby Yates

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Spring 2009 cont...



Dance With Me

Dreamy eyes that look past a potential story line
Cast of characters fall to the left on bended knee
Heart in hand, you whisper in a sultry voice

“Dance with me…”

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Walk Alone

Walking toward the morning sunrise

Red sky at night a sailors delight
Red sky in morning sailors take warning

Secluded shore covered in a blanket of
sand and stone,
seashells and colored sea glass
footsteps quietly washed away
No remnants left behind
An emotional tide of high’s and low’s
A continuous loop

Summer, winter, spring and fall…


© 2009 Trilby Yates

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Spring 2009

Another Day...

sun shifts comfortably
swinging back and forth
north, south, east to west
dreamers daydream
regardless of cause or effect
fingers snap to the heart beat
the way a lover’s hand would caress
gentle moments that never end
candle light and incense
reminiscent of a seductive dance
lips will kiss tears away…

love will come
another
day…
yes, love is never far away ~

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© 2009 Trilby Yates

Friday, March 13, 2009

Poems 2009...cont.

How Do I...

How do I look into the night sky
Without seeing a shooting star
To make a wish
That isn’t completely selfish
And unreasonable to anyone of sound mind and body,
When all I can think about is how to make a deal
With a higher power to have another moment with you
To say those things I didn’t say
Or hold you closer than I should have
Without hesitation of formality…
Where do I take this emptiness
And never let time fill it with trivia and absence?
How do I go from here to there
When half of what is me has moved beyond my reach
And the enemy isn’t in the dark of night
Or hidden in the light of day
It’s surrounds me completely
Regardless of circumstance –
How do I…
Questions incomplete
And answers are less than likely
To be revealed
With out more direction
Or intent
When there isn’t much of either…


Cloak and Dagger

Turning slowly
Eyes meet
Lock in an embrace
The words in my mind
Fall from your lips
Like pearls of wisdom
Dripping in sultry shades
Of day dreams
Soft lavender
With a touch of grey
Highlighting the shadows
That dance to and fro
Gentle lullaby
“Hush baby
Please don’t cry…”
Without warning
Shooting stars fall
The soul is cloaked
In a plush velvet robe
Blanketed gently by a pure
Winter snow
Covering what has yet to be seen
Magnified by a sharp pain
Like a dagger to the heart
Carving away
Silently

Cautionary tales of woe…

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Poems 2009...cont

Dancing Dreams

Walk softly past my window
Early morning light stretches
Across a dimly lit sky
With gentle hands
Reaching for a heart
That yawns
While the mind
Holds onto dreams
In shimmering shades
Of lavender and blue
Pleading, “…don’t wake me, not yet, not yet…”
Tender kisses like feathers fall
From the lips of lovers
Drift upon a delicate backdrop
Of rainbows and the sweet scent of freshly picked flowers
Dancing like Fred and Ginger
Two as one synchronized
In a life filled with promises
Of forever and always…
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Spaces In Between

It’s not how many note…
How many notes you play…it’s the spaces
Like lines between words of woe or endearment
It’s the silence that lingers in the air
Silence that lingers after lovemaking
Spaces in between lines, notes, words…
Silence floats peacefully above
Floats peacefully while lovers embrace
Quiet gentle embrace where words
Like notes are better left to linger
In the reverie of perfection, unspoken
It’s not how many notes you play…it’s the spaces in between
It’s not how many words you say…
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One Step

One step in front of the other
a sexy aloof sway of the hips
purposely oblivious to watching eyes
entranced by the sounds that surround
Atlantic breeze always makes the heart skip a beat
passion still flows, acknowledged
a smile appears as corners turn up on glossy full lips
simple thought sings silently

“yes”

when the heel of a 4” stiletto get’s stuck
in random space’s
between the planks of a dock
that floats on top of a restless sea
throwing off the perfection of a seductive stride
like the 12 bar riff of a Blues song
the only sound that echo’s
bouncing from mast to mast
is the obscene ranting of frustration
pick up the pieces dust them off
take another step gingerly
a bit more aware of what lie ahead
go against the grain
blow caution to the wind
one last act of defiance
step on board a swaying 40 footer
heels in hand
exposing a subtle amount of long legs
a left hand salute
questioning eyes,

“Permission to come a board, Captain?”
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Footsteps In The Sand

When the veil is shed layer by layer
A glimmering light from the never forgotten
Is dulled by the glow of a not to distant future
A shift in ones heart beat and state of mind
Will ride out the storm that peacefully anticipates
The reoccurrence when the Widow meets the Captain
From years ago on a tempestuous night
In a far a way land when the past and present
Did not collide leading two souls
To fall from one pedestal to another
Only to land in loving hands
That could not be denied
Yet forbidden in a world
Of choice and morality
Atonement as a Guardian Angel
So lines do not become blurred
Or washed out to sea
As the tide sweeps away
Lover’s footsteps in the sand
Only to long for another time
To create those footsteps once again…

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Poems 2009...continued....Valentines Day

Pure Heart

Melt away smoldering ash ~
Sweet song serenades
Deep breath, take a bow ~
Love the hands that move you
Tears flow but never fall ~
Tender kisses tell the tale
Finger tips draw fine lines ~
Never touching the curve
Slow decline emotions blend ~
Shades of grey to lavender
Perfection rests in between ~
Valentines from past to present
Pure heart ~
Pure heart


© 2009 Trilby Yates

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Poems 2009...continued

Silk Kimono

Vintage silk lavender kimono falls to the floor
An uncovering; a tender blush from head to toe
Exposing more than a naked body
Sweet scent of a sea breeze
Aromatherapy pours a peaceful offering
To sooth an aching soul
When the tide shifts from high to low
Even though there is an overflow
Of liquid emotion filling the quiet corners
Of this receptive heart
The emptiness echo’s from shore to shore
Engulfing a shaken spirit that reaches out
For love once more…

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Poems 2009


Beyond The Fog

Early morning light peers through tiny cracks like a private eye - subtle surveillance
Between nightmares and day-dreams there is a harsh sense that shoots across the sky
As reality focuses on the blurred vision of weary eyes and the only time line has spanned the universe
A love that lives in another sphere…what is there after you?
The question lay still and the answers are silent…

For certain, one day follows the next,
the sun will rise and the sun will set…
the tide is high and the tide is low…
the night comes and the morning goes…

I wake up knowing that there is something more and yet there is no clarity beyond the fog of my own imagination…


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Recognition

A few side steps and off the curve
for a while there is a time and place
to bat your eyes and lick your lips
as if the package is all that matters
and in those moments when
the label tastes better than the wine
and the left hand on your Rolex
gets stuck between AM and PM
in a hesitating movement
that never gets beyond the here and now
remember where you came from
not just where you’re headed
because at the end of the day
all that matters is what you hold
dear to your heart
even if it is gently worn
on the sleeve of your designer suit
with an occasional nod of recognition
to what once was…

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Dreamer

Early morning sunlight shines through lace curtains
Casting delicate intricate patterns
Over my quilted four poster feather bed
That gently cradles this dreamer’s wrestling heart
Creating elaborate tales where love lasts forever
Kisses are deep with passion
Fingers entwined engulfing more
Than the hand of a lover
But the soul of a life mate
When each reverie shifts
From one scene to the next
Like a romantic movie
Sometimes black and white
Sometime Technicolor
Always floating slightly above the sea
With the ability to feel a warm breeze blowing
Tenderly caressing my face, playfully tussling my hair
In a place where there is much more to cherish
Then just my time in waking hours ~

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Doctor’s Orders

Pop a little pink pill Trilby,
Let the RX take your blues away
When time passes, at your own pace of course,
The dose will double to get you over the hump
Like a Wednesday in a normal week,
When normal is unidentifiable,
If you are predictable
Following the path of grief
All five of its stages
A withdrawal process will begin
Fair warning it has a life all of its own,
Not reminiscent of the one that was lost…
An easing back into the real world,
The reality that was over medicated,
The pain that was anesthetized like a patient having a tooth pulled,
Only now the crutch will be kick out from under you
You will learn to walk on your own,
You will learn to feel the loss,
You will cope and move forward
From a change that took place
When you were as weak as a new born child
Now it’s time to face the music
Off in the distance all I can hear is Son House wailing…

I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?
It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead"
I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?
You know, it said, "Hurry, hurry, how come the gal you love is dead?"

So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road.....

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Thursday, January 1, 2009

New Year 2009



A new year - 2009, there are times when I have no words of my own to express this journey - the occasional glimmer of hope or a slight light beyond all the shadows. Jerry will always be with me in my heart and my thoughts.
A New Years poem by Brock a writer on DA.

MEMORY

And you wait, await the one thing
that will infinitely increase your life;
the gigantic, the stupendous,
the awakening of stones,
depths turned round toward you.

The volumes in brown and gold
flicker dimly on the bookshelves;
and you think of lands traveled through,
of paintings, of the garments
of women found and lost.

And then all at once you know: that was it.
You rise, and there stands before you
the fear and prayer and shape
of a vanished year.

Amodestmouse - Brock