Sunday, October 29, 2017

Can Dogs Tell Time - A Poem to My Dog

Maggie Magz

The way in which you tell time
My dog, my friend, you’re sublime

You know when it’s time to eat
At five you sit beside my feet

You bark at me to tell me when
To get up or go to bed again

Time change makes no difference to you
You simply know, you simply do

© 2017 S.Zutautas

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Saturday, October 21, 2017

Bring Back The Dance

Intimately dancing, you and I on the floor
Remember how it felt back then, before
Bring back the dance of seduction I roar
Oh how I long to feel that again
Passion erupting from deep down within
Music playing, as our bodies were swaying
Whispering tantalizing desires to each other
Excitement building while we danced in the night
Enthralled by each others sexual appetites
Remember that feeling of having to have
To not achieve it would truly drive us mad
Lustfully yearning for that feeling of desire
Arousal building, getting higher and higher
Anticipating the ecstasy, we both so enjoyed
Oh how I long to feel that again

© 2011 Susan Zutautas

Maggie MAGZ - Haiku Style Poem

Eyes are full of love
Heart so big and welcoming
My sweet girl Maggie

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Sunday, October 1, 2017

How I Met My Husband - A Poem

November 28, 1987

Funny how sometimes you meet someone when you are not looking and when you least expect it to happen.
Before I start this poem/song (not really sure what it is yet) I just want to say that I had given up on ever meeting anyone that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I decided that I was going to save up, buy a condo and live happily ever after by myself.
One night I went to a bar with some friends saying to them as a joke, “I want to meet a guy that has tickets to the Bob Seger concert tomorrow night”.
The funny thing was, Al my husband, had just been to see Seger before he walked into the bar and into my life.

Here is how my story goes.

Went out for a few drinks
                With some friends to a bar
Rock N Roll Heaven
                 It wasn’t too far
Ordered a drink
                Listened to the band
As I gazed around
               Surprised what I found
Oh baby
I like what I see
Baby Baby
You’re perfect for me

I said to the girls
              Check out this guy
Across the bar
             No one by his side
He looks so fine
            He looks divine
Oh what a doll
            Over six feet tall
Oh baby
I like what I see
Baby baby
You’re perfect for me

Every time I looked over
           To sneak a peek
He was staring
           Right back at me
Oh my have to meet this guy
         Oh why am I so shy 
Oh baby
I like what I see
Baby baby
You’re perfect for me

All my friends were saying to me
             Just go over go over and see
Just say hi
             Okay I sigh
I’ll go over
             But just to say hi

Oh baby
I like what I see
Baby baby
You’re perfect for me

Walking over through the crowed bar
Almost there it seemed so far
I just shrugged as he walked away
Just my luck oh what a day

But this is not how my story ends
As I walk over to his friend
I introduce myself being direct
He must think that I am wrecked

Would you please introduce me to your friend
Forever grateful I’ll be to the end
So Bob introduced Al to me
The rest as they say is history

Back then I was normally a shy person and did not have enough confidence to just go up to a perfect stranger and ask them to introduce me to their friend. I think that night the stars were aligned or there was magic in the air. This meeting of the two of us was just meant to be. 

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Busy As a Beaver - Flash Fiction Poem

 When I saw that this week's Flash Fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch was to use "busy" I immediately thought of the first children's book I wrote and decided to write a poem. Here it is:

The Day Mr. Beaver Met a Moose

Mr. Moose saw a busy beaver working on his den
He walked up to him and offered a hand to lend

They cut and moved logs and stopped for a break
Thank you Mr. Moose I wouldn’t have been able to get all these in the lake

Munching on some berries
Talking away was merry

Until Mr. Moose explained the fire on his land
And how everything was now just a pile of sand

This made Mr. Beaver shed a tear for him
And offered for Mr. Moose to move to his land

Thank you my new found friend

If you'd like to join us for this or any flash fiction challenge please follow my  link over to Carrot Ranch.

All proceeds from the sale of this book are being donated to Ronald McDonald House Charities. This is a story poem children's book that shows and teaches friendship, being a good samaritan, sharing, and what results you can achieve by working together.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Friday, July 28, 2017

The Diamond - Flash Fiction Senryu

See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Brilliantly shining
From reflections off the sun
Displays all colors

Are all manifestly
Stunning picking up spectrums
From the world over

On one knee he kneels
Placing it on my finger
Will you marry me

I look at the rock
Mesmerized by its beauty
Tears well in my eyes

He looks on nervous
As he awaits my answer
Praying I say yes

How could I say no
I love him with all my heart
Yes I’ll marry you

Crystalline beauty
Forever on my left hand
Till the day I die

Proposal of a marriage

Like the diamond rock

This piece was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. This weeks challenge was to write about "crystalline" in 99 words (no more, no less)

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Love Again - A Senryu
A small ray of hope
Broke through, causing her to smile
Sun would shine today

As the days went on
Life got better and better
The past left behind

Memories still there
Fading a little each day
Hurting less and less

A new beginning
Filled her heart with promise
She could love again

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Beach Daydreaming - Flash Fiction

I stare into space
Where no one knows, where I’ve gone

I like to hide in my mind
And daydream

Sometimes I think of younger years
Sometimes I think of my fears

My favorite dream is on a beach
Lying in the sun and sand
Feeling the heat beating down on me

I feel the sand between my toes
A gentle warm breeze goes by slow

Listening for the waves to crash
The warmth of the water hits my back

The sweet smell of salty sea water
Fills my nostrils and I smile

There’s nothing like an ocean dream

This flash fiction was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch.  This weeks challenge was to write a story that involves a dream, in 99 words (no more, no less). If you enjoy reading or writing flash fiction, please do join us by following the link. You won't be disappointed as there are many fantastic writers at the ranch. 

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Opening Up - A Poem to My Step-Mother


You made my life hell for many years
But yet I do not hate you
You locked away a great man
Much to my surprise
For that I’ll never forgive you

You took away the last years he had
For this you made many very sad
You could have taken care of him
But instead you abandoned him

He loved you so with all his heart
Even for years when you were apart
You up and left him many times
Always he took you back with an open mind

You moved clear across the country
For what I do not know
I do know in my heart that
He never wanted you to go

Your words to me always full of hate
For reasons so unclear
I was just a child wanting your love
Instead you made me fear
I never knew what mood you’d be in
When I’d return home from school
Always feeling anxious living under your rule

Somewhere in my heart I loved you
In some strange way
But had to let it go
For it was destroying me
That I do now know

You always tried to put me down
No matter what I did
I could never ever please you
I don’t think I ever did

It took me years and years
To figure all this out
That I am a good person
Although at one time
I did have some doubts

Since I’ve cut all ties with you
I feel much better inside
No longer need to worry
No longer need to hide

I am not blaming you
For the life we had to share
I suppose you had your reasons
Lets just keep it back there
For I need no explanation
For anything you did
It does not matter anymore
I am no longer your step-kid

I forgive you for many things
But cannot forget the hurt you caused
My father in the end

© 2011 Susan Zutautas

This is basically a therapeutic poem that I had to write. Writing feelings and thoughts helps me tremendously. Not to forget the past but to be free of it. For me there was and I hope for many others that "there is a light at the end of the tunnel."

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Tulips - A Tanka Poem

Spring is arriving

Tulips erupt seeking sun

Beautiful colors

Magnificent aromas

Tulips in their full glory