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Phantom Fire by Sue Williams

6/5/2004

Spirit-builded fire,
Flick’ring in your eye.
Entrancing reflections,
Burning in my mind.

Ecstatically a soul
Embers tender, still
breathing smoky essence
of loves divine sheer will.

Two bathing souls
Spark incinerating flames
Love’s sweet aroma
Whispering your name.

Setting free our senses
Melding hearts to one
Blacksmith of love
Scorching phantom fire.

That Is by Sue Williams

6/24/2004

“To Serve and Protect…”

Protect our children, that is.
From the sting of evil’s kiss.
He pried the trapped from a blazing car
Kept as many as he could from the war.

The war on the streets, that is,
Delivered a child that wasn’t his.
Changed a tire when it was blown
Fear kept inside of things he’d known

Fear of mortality, that is.
If he were here, he’d tell you this:
“I wear my badge with pride
And push my needs aside.

Aside for your safety, that is.
Duty, honor, trust and faithfulness
In the laws I swore to uphold,
Now I patrol on beats of gold.”

The streets in heaven, that is.

Fairytale Romance by Sue Williams

6/24/2004

They say that the cow jumped over the midnight moon
And that the dog ran away with a silver spoon
They say that little Miss Bopeep lost her sheep
That Georgie kissed the girls and made them weep.

But I wanna be like Peter Pan
And swim in the clouds as long as I can
Connect the stars to say “I love you”
And chase you through fields like pepe le pew.

Yeehaw! Here we go! Goodness oh me oh my!
Throw the clock out the window just to watch time fly
Tell penelope pitstop that her hero is on his way
Our good ole boy Mighty Mouse is gonna save her day.

But I wanna be like Peter Pan
And swim in the clouds as long as I can
Connect the stars to say “I love you”
And chase you through fields like pepe le pew.

Phantom Fire by Sue Williams

6/24/2004

Spirit-builded fire,
Flick’ring shadow flies,
Entrancing reflections,
Burning hungry eyes.

Ecstatically a soul,
Embers tender, still
breathing smokey essence
of loves divine sheer will.

Two bathing souls
Sparks incinerating flame
Love’s sweet aroma
Whispering your name.

Setting free our senses
Melding hearts desire
Blacksmith of love
Scorching phantom fire.

Where Webs of Dreams are Spun by Sue Williams

6/24/2004

(A collaboration)
by: Delcano/Sue (posted with partner permission)

Come take a walk with me,
on the stair-rays of the sun,
and journey to the heavens,
where webs of dreams are spun.

Five star spindles weave,
while mixing whispered sighs.
Sprinkled magic for the lover,
with a twinkle in their eyes.

Sparkling whispers wove,
into euphoric lover’s seams,
bursting full with heart's desire,
binds them closer to their dreams.

Our stroll in cosmic bliss,
glides on every latent want.
Glowing views of ecstasy,
a lovely jewel-encrested jaunt.

Let your heart be free,
as our souls warm in starlit glow,
intertwining through the heavens,
Hark! envious sighs of clouds below.

Angel to Angel by Sue Williams

6/24/2004

“What’s it like to live on earth?
How does it feel to thirst?
What’s the sound of rain?
What’s the taste of gain?
What’s it like to cry?
Who’s my mommy and why
Was I not allowed to dwell,
On that rock that some call hell?
Couldn’t my momma see,
That it would’ve been heaven to me?
Does she think of what could’ve been,
Or am I an erasure at the stroke of a pen?”

Thunder: The sounds of an Angels heartbreaking.
Rain: An Angels torrential tears.
Rainbows: Hope for future Angels in the making.

Frontline Santa by Sue Williams

6/24/2004

From the warm hearths of home
To frontlines over seas, with love,
Santa opens his bag of wonders
With something there for ev’ryone
A photo of a newborn son,
A letter from a sister, brother, mom.
Warm pajamas, banana nut bread
Fruit cakes and beanies for their heads.
“Here, daddy, hold this bunny
to your heart when you get scared”
“Take this kiss, my love, my all,
keep it always, never wipe it off”
“Mommy, hold this letter to your chest
so I can tuck you in, have a peaceful rest.”
“Dear grandson, please do know
that grandpa and I, love you so”.
If e’er Santa could uncover his identity,
Would be to these frontline angels,
The keepers of the flag of freedom.
A "Salute" from Santa, standing at attention!

Free Man by Sue Williams

6/24/2004

Do you want to be a man who’s free?
Then come, fight like a man who’s free!
No, you will not, oh gutless one,
Suppression’s not enough to make you run.

Yes, run from a vacant soul
Wretched, beguiled, not whole.
Some think you to be a worm
Your foundation isn’t firm.

Speaking of foundation soft,
You speak less than you ought.
You say someone took your soul?
You gave away your full control.

Can you take it back again
Are you and spineless, close knit kin?
You cheat yourself, old fool,
A thief of your own tool.

You know, your tool of life.
Take it, use it, end your strife.
Do you want to be a man who’s free?
Then come, fight like a man who’s free!

Blues and Jeans by Sue Williams

6/1/2006

V.1

Well, she stumbled into the bathroom,
I'm lookin' at the blue full moon.
That's when she came out with her blue jeans on.
I walked up to her, with lovin' in my eyes
She said "Get your blues from my jeans,
I'm goin' out, tonight!"

Chorus

'Cause when the sun goes down
she gets ready to go
Out with her friends to doe-se-doe
I get the blues while she wears the jeans
All of you country boys know what I mean.
Blues and jeans and all o' that jazz
She's the only gal that this cowboy has
I get the blues while she wears the jeans
All of you country boys know what I mean.

V.2

So I staggered into that tavern
Not knowin' what I was blabberin'
But when I left I knew that I'd been had
She came right at me with neon in her eyes
And said "Get your blues from my jeans,
And stagger back outside!"

Chorus

'Cause when the sun goes down she gets ready to go
Out with her friends to doe-se-doe
I get the blues while she wears the jeans
All of you country boys know what I mean.
Blues and jeans and all o' that jazz
She's the only gal that this cowboy has
I get the blues while she wears the jeans
All of you country boys know what I mean.

(Bridge)

Now, I know it was my fault,
Jack Daniels called me out
Well, thinkin' ain't no good,
When a man is in this mood,
But thinkin's what I do best
When she puts me to the test

Chorus

'Cause when the sun goes down she gets ready to go
Out with her friends to doe-se-doe
I get the blues while she wears the jeans
All of you country boys know what I mean.
Blues and jeans and all o' that jazz
She's the only gal that this cowboy has
I get the blues while she wears the jeans
All of you country boys know what I mean.
Yes, all of you country boys know what I mean.

Take My Memories by Sue Williams

6/1/2006

Demo: http://www.myspace.com/williamsandbrown

V.1

Born of angels, her aged broken wings begin to sputter,
sobbing tears is all that one can utter
the toil of her hands is complete,
her heart's love will never skip a beat.
her wisdom will swim the seas
until time and eternity finally meet
take my heart, take my soul
take my memories.

Chorus

Take my memories, be good to them,
give them a place to nestle in.
sing them song's melody
open heaven so tenderly,
so they can fly forever so free
hold them so gentlely,
take my heart, take my soul,
take my memories.

V.2

Not once asking, not ever taking her mission for granted
seeding of life that her love once planted
her wings have soared in dignity,
the touch of her whispers live in me.
her guidance will sail the breeze
until time and eternity finally meet
take my heart, take my soul,
take my memories.

Cherokee Maiden by Sue Williams

5/15/2006

Cherokee Maiden

Cherokee Maiden, rest your heart today,
Soon you will see your Prince Warrior,
Beckoning at the end of destiny’s way.

Swaddling your infants and their children,
Nurturing and cultivating their lives,
All are blessed ‘til the end of their times.

Head Dress of grace and beauty,
You’ve worn with respect, held proudly high,
The Sun burns brightly, in your Sunset Sky.

Come! Rest your spirit, now,
Lay your tired head upon my brow,
Let me return the peace and love you give to me.

Life Lines by Sue Williams

5/15/2006

This won a *Moonstruck Silence* award:

She called him over to the mirror, again
Fretting the etchings and colorings of life
“Honey …”
He knows what she's going to say
Before she even begins
“These lines just appeared over night,
and many new grays, make my hair light”
“Yes, I've seen them over time”
His finger traced the first line,
“This one occurred on our wedding day
when we stained ourselves with cake
laughing all the way.
This line came into existence
Under the strain of giving birth,
The most miraculous day
Given to me on earth”
She smiled as the light in his eyes
Walked the paths of every line in their lives.
Aging doesn't matter anymore
As long as he's here
to walk her through the door.

Her English Warrior: Their Cloud by Sue Williams

5/15/2006

"Are you sure?" she whispered in his ear
He pulled her closer "Do not fear"
"Is it safe to approach?" she asked
while fulfilling her final task.
"My Cherokee Maiden fair,
once more, I will stroke your hair"
"How can you make that promise?"
"Did I ever let you down before my demise?"
"No, my love, my moccasins are shined,
you were fulfillment in my life sublime"
"Then know that loving hearts will be,
with you, when you come home to me"
She opened her sleeping Maiden eyes,
tears of love and hope, she dared not dry.
Cherokee Maiden will soon be with her English Warrior,
they will live in their cloud, together, forever.

Little Maiden Cherokee by Sue Williams

5/15/2006

The youngest one of twelve,
born a child of diversity.
Stranger in her home,
olive skin unlike the others.
The heavy yoke of spoken shame,
shackled to her silent shadow.
Yes, her silent shadow,
bore her tears of sorrows pain.
Quiet conversations
with silhouettes and shadows,
rocked her to sleep at night,
an empty chair beside her,
her nights of dreams left hollow.

Mother walks ten steps ahead
in the market place,
unmoved by oneliness,
on Little Maiden's face.
Reason flees from indifference,
the seed was planted,
a gift of devoted love,
by her Little Maiden's father.

With care and tenderness,
in comfort to this Little Maiden fair,
branches from her strong oak tree,
will never bend or break.
Leaves proudly reaching for the sun,
granddaughter's eyes of love,
to Little Maiden Cherokee.

The Gourmet of Time by Sue Williams

5/1/2004

Emotion’ly crippled and blind,
You partake in the gourmet of time.
The napkin properly in place,
You’re now ready to embrace,
What lies ahead, on your plate of life.

Love’s at one o’clock,
Make sure you don’t get lost,
For when the hand strikes two,
You’ll be convinced you’re through,
And left-overs taste like pooh.

You don’t know what sits at three,
But you wish that you could see,
The ‘myst’ry meat’ that’s on your plate,
That puts you in a ‘slumpy’ state,
Of hopelessness, is that your fate?

Go back to nature, dude,
This idle time’s not helping you,
To achieve your goals and make,
Your plate of life a juicy ‘steak’,
Please don’t indulge in that mistake!

Don’t let the hands of twelve chime
In, and catch you unawares.
Open your blinded eyes
And crippled heart and find,
The plate of life is in your mind.

Small and Little by Sue Williams

5/1/2004

Ripples: small ones.
Tides: little ones.
They fit: a small fit.
Fit for a king: a little one.
Ducks: small ones.
Ships: little ones.
Towels: small ones.
Sm”all” done, clean little one!

Table Sports by Sue Williams

4/27/2004

My fork cannot catch the slimy
pea on my plate.
A beckoning calls to me,
I won’t resist the fight;
the ‘pea fight’ that is.
My foe sits across from me
oh he who drew first blood,
I duck, pea misses, and
splats on the fridge. Laughing
as I sit back up *splat!*,
A green forehead I now sport.
Think that’s funny?
Just wait and see!
Oh, wait, guess you can't see
through icky green
glasses, that now loves my pea!
Mom walks in and spoils the fun,
with making us clean up on her mind,
but it was cool to make this mess,
'til next time, my arch nemesis!

Heroes by Sue Williams

4/24/2004

They’re out there,
protecting, serving…

…and dying …

…at hands of those
whom they’ve sworn
to protect and serve.

Chess by Sue Williams

4/11/2004

“Officer down! Officer down!” the radio cracked loud,
as stranger-man stepped out from the crowd.
Entering with weapon of choice, leaving with guilty hands,
disappearing, as law enforcement sweeps the land.
“Newcomer!”, exclaims a comarade, already living in bliss,
“Hey, kid, are you up for a game of chess?
The pieces are like no other. Let’s clue him in,
boys and let the games begin!”

On the ground the manhunt rages,
as has many times, throughout the ages.
A gun mysteriously materializes, in plain view,
Mr. Officer scratches his head, wouldn’t you?
Just a second ago, it wasn’t here!!
Suddenly, a breeze brings snickering to his ears.
“You did good, kid, for your first run,
but have a seat while I show you how it’s done!”

Stranger-man finds himself in a fix,
only one way out and no more tricks
up his sleeve to win the fight,
he knows without it, he won’t last through the night.
He descends to a pre-made room under ground,
and chuckles to himself that he’s won the final round.
Voices louder, as men in suits approach
his hiding place, he’s sure they won’t encroach.

Something cold brushes his skin,
an eerie fear mercilessly overcoming him.
A storm inside him begins to brew,
gurgling louder, “caught” if he let go, this he knew.
The voices are above him, now,
while sweat trickles down his worried brow.

“Hey, tiger, are you ready for the blast?
Hold on tight! This will be a gas!!”

KA-BOOM! Stranger-man couldn’t hold it any longer,
butt-muscles caving in, his innards’ve never been louder!
As he ascends from his hole,
with guns on every side to bring him to Sheole.
A voice rings loud and clear,
with a single word, for all to hear:
“Checkmate!”
as echoeing snickers upwardly disappear.

Philosophically Speaking, A Surrealist's Idealogy by Sue Williams

3/30/2004

Oh *hiccup*, JUST can't get
the word *cough* OUT of my mouth
The *hiccup* ANSWER lies in *cough* THE QUESTION.
*hiccup* AND without *cough* the
*hiccup* QUESTION, there'd be nothing but *cough* THE *hiccup* ANSWER.

Oooooh, look at all of these *hiccup* and *cough*
bubbles! Lemme see, where's that needle?
*Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!* *Pop!*

JUST OUT: ANSWER THE QUESTION AND
QUESTION THE ANSWER!