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Songs of the Heart and Soul


Copyright 2018 Ms Petra Henville

Published by Ms Petra Henville at Smashwords

ISBN: 9781370420100




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Contents

Author Note


Acknowledgements


Dedication


The Devil Is a Liar


Autumn Speaks


Pen to Paper


Try Again Tomorrow


At The Beach


Give Me Yours


Tell the Truth


A Song to Aleah


I Said Good-bye


Jezebel


A Tiny Little Sigh


Pretty Red Shoes


The Black Fire


Ecstasy


My World


Haunted


Recovery


What’s It like to Be a Poet


Come Play with Me


About The Author


Other books by Ms Petra Henville


Connect with Ms Petra Henville






Author Note

It took me a lifetime to put this offering together for you. The oldest poem herein was written when I was only thirteen years old. Another poem in this book took me fifteen years in total to write. This, I present to you for your literary enjoyment.

Acknowledgements

First and foremost, I would like to thank God for the blessings, most importantly the gift of creativity and the willingness to share it with the world. Also, I would like to give thanks to all that inspired me. If it weren’t for your grace and presence in my life my body of work wouldn’t be what it is. Finally, last but, not least I give thanks to all that put up with me. I know, at times, it isn’t easy.


Dedication

I dedicate this book to all of my friends, family, fans, followers and supporters. It is for you that I give all that I have to my work.

The Devil Is a Liar

Someone said, the devil is a liar


He would tempt my fancy


Set my soul afire


He offered me candy


For my soul to feast


He turned my need to greed


Making me ugly


Leaving my soul empty


My pen cries quietly


For me


He wore so many faces


My father, my brother, my lover, my friend


He touched my private places


He left me alone in the end


Left with thoughts that are not kind


My mind


With an unquenchable need


It is my very soul on which he feeds


I fear the answer but,


I ask my God

What have you made me


As I pray for mercy



**~*~**



The Devil Is a Liar was written when I was around seventeen years old. Many years went by before I submitted it to an international contest. I couldn’t believe it when it got the editor’s choice award and then went on to be published in America at the millennium, the best poems and poets of the twentieth century. Go figure, it was a doodle I wrote while talking on the phone.

Autumn Speaks

I will walk with you


As I have walked with you


Through the spring of our youth


When our walks were leisurely


You stopped to put flowers in my hair


And I left them there


Autumn speaks to me


In the rustling of the leaves


Foliage changing colors


The leaves are now as beautiful as summer flowers


And changing by the hour


So are the colors of our love


Transforming to a deeper hue


And so much more brilliant too


Though winter is coming


And our pace is slowing


I will walk with you


As I have walked with you


Together we will make it through



*~*~*



Autumn Speaks was inspired by a tree that stands just outside my mother’s bathroom window. I’ve watched the seasons change throughout the years by watching that tree. I can’t explain the feeling I got each and every year as I saw the first buds of spring on its branches.


I’ve come to look at that tree as an old friend. I took pictures as some of the most beautiful birds that came to rest on its branches. One of which was a raven. That was way cool.


I’ve always wanted to write a poem about the seasons changing. I couldn’t in my youth because I didn’t have enough seasons under my belt. I do now.

Pen to Paper

At times, when I touch pen to paper


Writing


My thoughts dissipate in a vapor


My consciousness starts free falling through time and space


The words begin to keep their own pace


No longer authored by me


They are excavating, channeling their way through me


As if struck by lightening


It’s a quickening


I am tapped into something much larger than I am


Ideas, emotions, rattling, clanging, banging, interchanging and exchanging


On a sub-atomic level


Sounds; like water, ever moving


Words; like the sun, shining


It’s in the air...........it’s everywhere


I can touch it, taste it, see it and feel it on my flesh


I breathe it in every breath


It’s in my blood; it’s beating in my chest


Burning in the fires of passion


With value, meaning, rhyme and reason


Oh my God


A new poem has come into being



**~*~**



I was working on a short fiction piece when Pen to Paper passed right through me. I simply recorded it.



Try Again Tomorrow

My Page, fresh and new


When focus eludes


My thoughts are running rampant


My pen is delicately tapping


Gingerly rapping the rhythm in my head


Nothing is written


Hour after hour is passing


This can’t be happening


I run my hand across the page


Just to feel the grain


It is smooth and empty


Words have once again escaped me


Oh what a bitter sweet sorrow


I guess I will just have to try again tomorrow



**~*~**



Try Again Tomorrow is a poem about writer’s block. The brutal truth is that no writer is immune to it. It happens to the best of us, from Stephen King to you and me. How we deal with it shows our mental metal as a writer.


At The Beach

We were at the beach that night


Bathed in a beautiful glow


Beneath a crystal clear starry sky


She commands the fire flies, you know


They shone brightly as they pranced all about her


As she danced barefoot around the fire


I longed to be near her, to hold her


Gently like the waves that crashed


Kisses; like condiments


Sweet milk evaporating at the touch of my lips


Sustenance


She moved like an apparition


Heaven sent to dance before me like a celestial being


Tripping the light fancy


Through the patterns of my dreams


She let her sash fall to the sand


After she pulled it through the palm of my hand


She tossed her hair


And I blushed under the weight of her stare


I looked to the heavens for relief


For a brief moment all the stars in the sky seemed to spell


Aleah



**~*~**



At The Beach is the sister poem to A Song To Aleah. I wrote it and put it off to the side. Years and years passed by and I happened to run across it not that long ago. I recognized it immediately. What a find!


Give Me Yours

Give me yours and I’ll give you mine


The circle is as round as the beginning of time


The clock ticks in vain


Crafty camouflage conceals the pain


Of simple mistakes


It is our souls that it takes


Through the ravages of hell


Only deep understanding can expel


Thoughts from wars


Where the words leave scars


Silence licks the wounds


The clock ticks too soon


And yet painfully slow


Shallow, fickle and fond our hearts grow


To love and laugh


At half we each grasp


Lifted on angel wings


To gaze upon the beautiful things


If we look, we’ll see


If we give, we’ll need


If I get hurt, you’ll get hurt too


If you trust in me, I’ll trust in you


The circles spiral through time


Give me yours and I will give you mine



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