"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Wednesday, August 01, 1990

Cee Cee

Cee Cee, my angel, your spirit hath flown to me,
and your divinity and beauty has caught my wrath.
Your breathtaking allure and keen personality
helped lead me to your path.

I'd walk lengthy dirt roads
upon pebbles and gravel,
carrying loads
through my expedient travel,

and nearing the end, I'd finish on my knees,
as long as you'll be there to appease.
As long as you're welcoming solely me in your arms,
nothing then could do me harm.

I dream of caressing your soft, subtle cheeks.
I ache for the moment our lips will meet.
I yearn for a long and strong embrace.
I long to gaze at your bewildering face.

So please, appear before me, ready for my love.
Pull me in and hold me. Give the others a shove.

For this, I will give my all and be faithfully devout.
For that's what love--true love--is all about.

August 1990
*written for a friend as help to win love*

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 11:26 AM

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