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Nickname: craftybeauty
Bio: I love nature, especially the woods and water. I take a LOT of photographs, so I carry my cameras everywhere. I read quite a bit and also write. I sculpt and design jewelry. I love animals! There is a cat and a dwarf bunny in my home!
Age: 40
Gender: F
Location: Wake Forest, NC, USA
TV Habits: I'm currently into DVR and NetFlix. CSI is one of my faves (Grissom is THE Man!). I also like Lost, Forensic Files, Cold Case, Charmed, House, Bones, and Ghost Whisperer...
Music Preferences: I like most any music depending on my mood at the time...
Movie Choices: Anything with Angelina Jolie! I like horror flicks, sci-fi/fantasy, and mystery/drama.
Fave Authors: Stephen King, Robin Cook, Stephen Donaldson, John Saul, Patricia Cornwell, Dean Koontz, Christopher Moore, Carl Hiaasen...
More About Me: I am a part-time bartender. I'm also very much in love with my live-in boyfriend, Robert!
Final Facts: I'm relatively good-natured. I have an oddball sense of humor sometimes, and I can't remember a joke properly to save my life!

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Ramblings: My Angel Sky
Ramblings: Thanksgiving 2006
This Thanksgiving was a blast! Most of the family was able to gather at my parents and we stuffed ourselves silly! Those of us still able to move played basketball out back while the rest of us told stories and teased each other. I, of course, took loads of pics - about 200!

I love my family!

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I'm a Grand-Mother!
My son, David, and his girlfriend, Ashley, have a new baby girl! Her name is Skylar Gray and I absolutely ADORE her!

Poetry & Prose: Blessed Serenity
Through the pitch darkness
And clouds of confusion
A benevolent hand
Reached forth toward me
I received this hand
Warily with mine
And followed to discover
Where it would lead
I began to detect
A faint incandescence
A multitude of
Sweet beckoning voices
Lovingly encompassed me
As the light became brilliant
Never did the hand discard me
Once into the blazing light
With the gloominess
An indistinct recollection
Then is when I saw that
The accommodating hand
Which had led me away
From anguish was yours
The voices I’d heard
Were amazingly those of
My beloved ones
Summoning me back
From the pit of
Ominous nothingness
I had worn as a shroud
Never before had I felt
Such blessed serenity
I realized where I belonged
I finally knew who I was
I left all self-doubts
And suspicions behind
In the torment
And dark despair
That had become my life
For almost an entire year
I was myself once more


Copyright © 1992 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: The Dance
The dance began with the sweetest of looks:
It was a sideways glance with a smile for a hook,
Inviting a light flirtation that could never hurt,
Unless you’re the one who’s going to get burnt.

The dance continued with a light caress
Soft upon my arm, so close to my breast.
His eyes burned brightly, attempting to undress.
With a sensuous smile, I was then blessed.

The dance moved along with smoldering promise,
Crafting passionate exchanges out of soap-opera dramas.
Discreet little moments we secretly shared in the dark
Coupled with whispered endearments where love had no part.

The dance ended quickly as it had begun,
My head told my heart its course had been run.
No longer could I be with this dear, sweet man,
For he no longer had a place in my life’s plan.

The dance was over with such bittersweet regret
For the minutes we shared from the moment we met.
‘Too close for comfort!’ was the silent cry of my heart.
“Goodbye, wonderful man from whom I must part.”


Copyright © 1998 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Time for Goodbyes
I don’t know how to say goodbye.

I don’t know how to stand, to seem, to look.
I want to hold your hand and drown in your eyes.
But now is not for dreaming; It’s time for goodbyes.

I want to run my hands through your hair
And feel your sweet lips upon mine.
But this is not the place, nor is it the time
For loving and wanting; It’s time for goodbyes.

I feel so empty inside at the thought of leaving you behind.
I always thought that you and I were two of a kind.
Now is when to show our differences,
To cut our ties, and to separate our minds.

This is not the time for
Being as One or ‘Happily Ever After’.
It’s time for goodbyes.


Copyright © 1990 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Such Ignorant Bliss
A great love of mine is gone that never really was.
In its place – The pain of heartache without just cause.
I felt you slipping slowly so very far away from me
But I never even had you, so how can that be?

You were long gone before you were even here,
So why is it I must shed these damn tears?
You were never more than the ordinary men,
So why must I put to this paper, this pen?

A mere few months with you of such ignorant bliss –
Is that the Heaven I’ve convinced myself to miss?
I though the gleam I saw in your eyes was Love.
For you told me you were sent special from above.

The multitude of lies you told I do this day forgive.
For it is a wiser and more peaceful life that I now live.
The moments we shared were all just a dream,
For nothing about you is truly as it once seemed.

You never meant a single sweet word you said.
Just played me for a good time until your interest was dead.
I gave you all that I had inside me to give,
Thinking now that you were here, I would truly live.

You lifted me up and gave me such unfounded hope,
It’s taken me quite awhile just to learn how to cope.
I planned so much with our future together in mind.
Never once thinking that you’d leave me behind.

You taught me a lot about this world and yourself,
With the way you threw me up high on this shelf.
If I trust my instincts, I’ll never be let down,
Or played for a fool again all over this town.

I’ll hold myself dearer in the coming years,
And keep away people who cause me these tears.
My heart is too precious to give to the likes of you,
So I’ll hold a tight rein on it until I find a Love that’s true.

For one day I will meet my soul mate, my true man,
And I’ll know it’s right when He takes my hand.


Copyright © 2000 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Last Night
I dreamed of you for a while last night.
Gloriously sweet dreams that never might
Ever come true in this present lifetime,
But for a moment last night, you were mine.

Your eyes were shining; your tender embrace was true.
When your lips met mine, all I could think of was you.
The Love between us was clearly real and right.
At least for the time in my dreams last night.


Copyright © 2000 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: DOS Blues
Windows or DOS – There is no contest.
I despise the latter, I must confess.
Command files surging through my head
Will drive me to distraction until I’m dead.

Partition or Format? I’m at a loss.
How much did they say this course costs?
External or Internal – What’s the damn difference?
I swear this makes absolutely no sense!

Delete then undelete, and you get back the same
Then you can Move or even Rename.
FDisk and ScanDisk – What does it all mean?
Echo On or Echo Off – I’m going to scream!

Why must I learn a system I won’t use?
I’m telling you, folks:
I’ve got the DOS Blues!


Copyright© 2000 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Innermost Thoughts
What is honest in your secret heart?
What is true in your innermost thoughts?
How many locked doors are there deep inside you?
Would anyone tell me if anyone knew?

Tell me your secrets; Whisper your dreams.
Show me your plans and elaborate schemes.
The past is gone, for that was another day.
The present is here, but how long will it stay?
The future is tomorrow, yet so far away.

In your life, I want to be a part of it all:
From winter to spring, through summer and fall.
Can’t you share yourself with me?
Openly, honestly, true and free?


Copyright © 1998 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Nomad
Roam Nomad roam
Far away from home
Or even near.
It’s all so clear:
It matters not where you go
Your absence still shows
How we stand apart.
Are we close in heart?
I think not
Since you’re caught
In your deceit
When you creep.
Do you think me naïve?
Believing this web that you weave?
You should know I’ve learned
For I’ve been burned
By that thing called Love
Supposedly from above
Near fear
Nomad, dear
I learned long ago
That actions more clearly show
What words try to hide
Yet is clear in my mind:
We weren’t meant to be
This what I see:
Stop trying to hide.
Just say “Goodbye.”


Copyright © 2000 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
All rights reserved.


Poetry & Prose: Circles
Circles of being
Never beginning
Never ending
Eternal
All encompassing
Uniting all
In the mystery of life
Continuing round
Connecting us
To one another
What I do
Concerns you
Halfway around
The world
Circling through
From me
To you
And back again
Lifetimes of love
Pain and disaster
Circle around
To completely master
Each of us
In turn
Touching us all
Will we learn?


Copyright © 2005 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
All rights reserved.


Poetry & Prose: Sometimes in the Night
Sometimes in the night
I hear echoes of sighs
Long past and gone
For I am alone

Sometimes in the night
I feel a leg across mine
A phantom limb
Lost from me with him

Sometimes in the night
I see passion in eyes
That no longer can see
Who I’m trying to be

Sometimes in the night
When the moon’s just right
I can almost believe
He’s still here with me


Copyright © 2005 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
All rights reserved.


Poetry & Prose: A Pleasant Dream
A kiss, a caress
Whispered breaths upon my breast
Sighs and moans
Holding me close to home

A hope, a wish
I’ll be the one he’ll miss
Content, no fear
Fly and leave the heart here

Craft and sing
Does it mean a thing?
A pleasant dream
Two halves of a team


Copyright © 2002 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Crossroads
Wondering which way to turn:
Fences to mend or bridges to burn?
Paths to take which lead me away,
Or ties to bind that make me stay?
At a crossroads is where I stand.
Should I run seaward or remain inland?


Copyright © 2004 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
All rights reserved.
Poetry & Prose: Remembrance of You
Your hand glides over my skin
Soft and sensuous, worshipping
My tender soul housed therein
Sweetly loving, but not without sin

For the touch of your hand
Stirs within me need, a demand
To be taken as only you can
For my strongest desires, you understand

I need to be wanted and cherished
To be treated with respect unperished
I need to have a love that’s not garish
So we have no reason to be embarrassed

What’s between us only we can say
Regardless that others want it another way
What we have could be here to stay
No one but us can ever take it away

I look into your eyes and I can see
Compassion and trust there for me
I hope that this will always be
For you know I feel the same for thee

You bring laughter and pleasure to my life
Which before was so filled with strife
The tension could have been cut with a knife
For with stress and worry, it was truly rife

Now I’m happy, and it’s all because of you
You bring me smiles which before were few
You make me see through eyes that seem new
Giving to my life a lovely remembrance of you


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Poetry & Prose: Eternal Lovers
Whisper your desire
Catch me on fire

Set my soul free
Come soar with me

Over the trees
Across the seas

Locked in our embrace
Time will never erase

What we are to each other
We’re eternal lovers


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Poetry & Prose: An Aquarian Pair
Going to our own secret little hideaway
Somewhere to escape without a care
Nobody knows just where we will stay
Right smack in the middle of everywhere

Just for three days; we can’t stay long
These stolen moments must last us forever
Soon we will be back to where we belong
We will forget this time together never

Movies, swimming, talking, kissing
Relaxing, eating, and holding hands
Getting the sugar we were missing
Laughing at Carina with her man

Cooking steaks and brats on the grill
Getting stuck in just a shirt and underwear
Fighting the ants just in from their hill
Par for the course with an Aquarian pair


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Poetry & Prose: My Traitorous Heart
A word was said that was out of its place
I saw the look grow startled upon your face
Then it was when the deafening silence grew
That was when I had to admit I surely knew

The two of us would never, could never be
I knew I had to be brave and set you free
If I did not swallow my pride and let you go
Then my traitorous heart would truly show

I really had thought that I was so clever
If I hurt then, well, I would not hurt forever
But the dreaded moment that never was
Would eventually return to us in time because

We had pretended that it did not ever exist
We just added it to the bottom of our list
Of what we had ignored like it was not there
About the repercussions we would not care

Then one day I felt the growing distance
The intensity lessened in your persistence
Our time not together was naturally drawing near
Of that damning knowledge, we were definitely clear

The time was at hand to begin to be apart
Despite the wails of my traitorous heart


Copyright © 2005 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Somebody's Star
This life can be rough; Yes, it's true
Hard times come to both me and you
Just breathe deeply and learn your lessons
The good times will be cherished blessings

You can try to run and hide
But you can't escape what's inside
You are you wherever you go
Accept yourself and you will grow

Loving yourself can be so hard to learn
Society's criticisms can really burn
But you are wonderful; You really are
And in this life, you are somebody's star


Copyright © 2005 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: West Palm Night
Sounds of the summer city
Disturb my every dream
Horns, shouts, and a crash
Then piercing sirens scream

A couple who lives nearby
Is having a tremendous fight
A small child tests his parents
With all his young might

A plan soars by overhead
With little more than a roar
As I lie here wondering
"Did I lock the damn door?"

The electricity has gone out
So there is no more A/C
It is so sweltering hot
The sweat is dripping off me

I can barely even breathe
My chest feels so tight
How did I expect to sleep
On such a stifling night?

A distant door slams shut
Forcing my windows to shake
Now just what made that sound
I heard something out there make?

I cannot shut my mind down
There is too much going on
Guess I will just lie here
And await the coming dawn


Copyright © 2004 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Change
Things are changing every day
Perspectives shifting in every way
New friends come and old friends go
How much they're missed, they'll never know

I, too, am no longer the same
The only constant is my given name
I quickly move through space, I'm told
At least nothing seems to grow old


Copyright © 2005 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Final Sleep
Twists and turns
The hands of Fate
Plot your course
And set your dates

Just watch and see
How it comes in part
To skew your mind
Or break your heart

Plan for the worst
And hope for the best
Eat right and exercise
Get plenty of rest

Squirrel money away
In a box or a bank
You’ll need it for emergencies
Then yourself you will thank

Do all you can
To make things right
Care for all people
Not just those in sight

Be the person you want
Others to become
When you close your eyes
Your work will be done

For the Final Sleep, friends
Comes to us all
You had best have lived right
When to account you are called


Copyright © 2004 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: My Dear
I imagine you lying
Snuggled close to me,
A satisfied smile on your face
As you sleepily gaze at me.

I love you, my dear.
You are definitely my heart.
I trust that you and I
Will never again part.

Bring yourself home
To me, my dear.
I cannot bear
To not have you near!


Copyright © 2004 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Marilyn Marie
Every time I look at my daughter I see
Pieces of the happy child I used to be

The smile, the eyes, the tilt of her head
Bring forth laughter, yet tears of dread

Will she struggle through the same life as me?
Or will she become the woman I wish her to be?

Her charm, her ways, her wisdom beyond her years
Cause me to laugh despite my motherly fears

She shines with a light that’s all her own
It attracts others, so she’ll never be alone

I love her so much, it hurts my heart
Yet I know that she will forever be a part

Of the best Me there has ever been
Just look at her once, and this you’ll see, my friend


Copyright © 2001 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Almost Possible
My once overflowing and devoted heart
is now a barren and empty shell,
But know that I, too, have survived
this lengthy marital and emotional hell.

Many mistakes were unconsciously made
and some terrible things were said,
And now this almost possible marriage is
certainly more than completely dead.

Your affirmations of love can no longer
hold any real or deep meaning for me.
I know that you have tossed your once precious
gold wedding ring into the sea.

You need more than one woman to be fulfilled,
of that I can certainly have no doubt,
But you must know that from here on out,
you’ll no longer see me cry and pout.

You murdered my loving and devoted heart
when you so indifferently walked away,
Instead of standing firm to your commitment
to us and trying yet another way.

You can’t be true to anyone. Oh yes,
you know that you have said it yourself,
And I can’t stand it here where you put me
on this kind of, sort of married shelf.

The love between us that once had possibility
can definitely remain steadfast no more.
Only of this final and inevitable dissolution
of commitment can we absolutely be sure.


Copyright © 2002 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
All rights reserved.
Poetry & Prose: My Equal
I will not shed a tear for you
I shall harden my heart
Against such foolishness

Touch me? Never!

When a man lays his
Hand upon my breast
It will be with caresses of love

I see no indication of
That emotion within you

When I pledge my
Allegiance to one
It shall be he
Who has bestowed
Caring and trust upon me

I long for no superman
Who builds cities and riches
For me

I simply desire the man
Who is hard-working
Loyal, honest, and responsible

Not a boy-child
Impersonating a grown-up

I require the man
Who’ll stand by me
And put forth
One hundred percent

I need the man
Who is my equal


Copyright © 2001 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
All rights reserved.
Poetry & Prose: Almost
Beautiful eyes of so clear a blue
Make it so hard to forget about you.
Lips that are soft, sensuous, and sweet
Are guaranteed to make knees weak.

A body that was sexy, with lines that were lean:
Sexual attraction lay within the man in my dreams.
I dreamt this lusty vision during one star-filled night.
There seemed around him a shiny halo of light.

He was bright and beautiful, a delightful sight to see.
I knew that somehow I’d have him with me.
I caught his roving eye and gave him The Look.
He immediately came over, so I knew he’d been hooked.

He smiled, bowed, and asked for my name.
I responded with a nod, and requested the same.
He asked me to dance, to which I agreed it was time.
He then held me so close, I thought I’d lose my mind.

The tautness of his body, the softness of his hair,
The scent of his cologne made me wish we weren’t there.
The evening flew by in an awesome delight,
Yet we wordlessly knew when to call it a night.

He drove to his place and we spoke of tender love.
It was like I’d found an angel from above.
He was sexy and sweet, intelligent and kind.
I thought true love was finally mine.

Almost…


Copyright © 2000 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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Poetry & Prose: Happenstance
Sad goodbyes of longing.
Wishing of belonging.
Yesterday was a day
Where there was so much to say.
However, that day passed.
Now the words seem crass.
A thought, a feeling:
The universe was my ceiling.
Mere words can’t express
How I felt undressed
By your simple glance.
Was it pure happenstance?
I wanted your embrace,
Your simple caress
To hold and love me.


Copyright © 2002 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
All Rights Reserved.
Poetry & Prose: Wild Ride
You understand me, probably better than I know
You play my games and go with the flow
You keep your distance when I want it the most
And when I want you near, you hold me close

Your beautiful smile brightens most nights
And your tender embrace feels just right
You touch me so gently and lovingly, with care
It feels comfortable when myself to you I bear

I like being able to be me when I’m with you
I know that all of my facades, you’d just see through
We are lovers with no attachment to each other
We never have to worry that we will smother

We’re both very social, crazy, and fun
But then our closeness makes us as one
Where are we going, what will ever be?

Let’s take this wild ride
Hold on, and we’ll see



Copyright © 2000 LLBristol, She’s So Crafty!
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2/16/2008 11:35:48 AM
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