HOME ...

... is where the heart is, but my heart longed for a home of its own. I guess you could say that's what I got for Mother's Day - the sweetest little farmhouse on an acre with a vineyard. Hubby and I are finally homeowners! We have a hundred year old grape vine, along with a few other grape vines, lots of blueberry bushes, pecan trees, a pear tree, and a baby fig tree, and plenty of space for a garden. I'm in heaven!

DayDreams

Trapped in a subconscious war between love and lust
Wondering if my selfish daydreams will ever manifest
Contemplating the consequences leaves me feverish
but Your whisper captures my soul in a breathless caress
as my mind melts into oblivious mischief
and life as I know it is no more
Mistakes leave their mark on memories
but my heart holds on foolishly
even when it's torn

CoraJett-3/18/2012

I Pray ...

I Pray for a place to call my own,
an open space to roam.
... for hopes and reality to become one,
as in my dreams of basking in the sun.
... for serenity to overflow,
and enlightenment as I grow.
... for the answers that are the key
to fulfilling my aspirations -
in the pages of my story.

Negative No More

No lies
No secrecy
No self-serving
allowed.

No anger
No hurt
No subordination
to endure.

My dreams
feelings
opinions
do matter.

My children
happiness
husband
are my priority.

No more catering to the ungreatful.
My life is mine to be lived -
not to be abused or used.

A Plea For Love

I plea for you
needing you
keeping you close to my heart
in my dreams
hoping you will come back for me
to set me free

You offered me a taste of heaven
teased me with temptation
showered me with adoration
wore your heart on your sleeve
made me believe
we were meant to be

Now I wait in silence
praying to find my solace
in your arms
when you return for me
with all your charms
to fulfill the dream

Only your love can make real
my desire to feel
alive and free
loved eternally

My Romantic Soul

My romantic soul has live a hard life-
a belittled and battered strife.
The heart of my soul has grown cold-
tired and not so bold.
The love of my soul has not been known-
searched for, but still alone.
My romantic soul has not forgotten-
the bold and broken promise-
to love to live and live to love.
But, this old soul has missed her chance-
as time slipped by, so did the romance.

HATE WILL NEVER BELONG

My heart bled by the blade of your tongue.
Not one word of remorse have you sung.
Scars remain where your venom stung.
I was unaware and much too young,
to comprehend the hate that spewed from your lungs.
Acceptance of you will never become a part of me that belongs.

Cora Jett - 9/14/2011