Chess Anyone?

Chess Anyone?

The Journey long, and continuing into the horizon;
Ghosts of the past haunting
Weighing upon my mind, my every step cumbersome.

Past adventures, fraught with danger, wounds left bleeding;
Exhaustion; the new normal; Rest a far distance memory,
A privilege for others, my destiny void of feeling.

As I trudge forth, in a foggy haze,
Time and Days, having lost meaning,
Apathy encased with its maze.

Suddenly, a bright glow appeared by my side,
The enclosing mist began to recede,
The glow grew slowly, wrapping, comforting me while I cried.

As I walked along, the glow began to twinkle,
As the twinkling increased, I noticed the twinkles had wings,
The fae had found me, so it would seem.

Following the sparkling, twinkling figures, we arrived at a quiet bower,
Within this peaceful cove, there sat a hooded figure,
before this figure a carved wooden table, upon which a game of chess emitted a subtle power.

"Please Sit." a gentle order from a soothing masculine voice that soothed my frayed nerves;
"Let's enjoy a game", he invited as the tremor of his voice strummed my heartstrings.
I sat and we began to dance across the gameboard, the pains of yesterdays from me began to turn.

We danced the night away, every battle upon the board,
every checkmate, every retreat, He guided me, holding me close,
till we became bound by an invisible,  inseverable cord.

He gave me breath again, he opened each game with a gambit,
Betting all upon me and my frailties
With each game he checkmated my king, but I was not frantic.

We were one, moving in unison, calmly as I healed,
He taught me to blitz, to retreat, to castle, and yes even to gambit,
I blossomed, became independent, became strong, began again to feel.

All to soon the sun teased and crested the horizon,
The fae left their nightly play, and faded away,
And the gentle stranger, who held me with such noble fingers.

Began to fade, I tried to hold on
My hands grasping at air, the sun waking,
Caused the magic to mist away, all stronger than I

Before the sun fully stole the night,
a caress upon my cheek, a whisper
heard upon the wind, " I am here and we will be alright".


Copyrighted and Written by ADR, Regnhild Moonwind, Shera Silverwolf, Lobo, aka Anne Denese Rhoney
May 20, 2014

Live Your Dreams

Live your dreams
No matter how wild your fantasies are

Taste happiness's streams
No matter if they are near or far

Fear the night that draws nigh
No matter how safe it may appear

Fight the anger that seems to hold on so tight
No matter how secure of sincere

Love is but one of life's true emotions
Rare and precious, if undistorted

Life is like the great ocean
Containing destinies of different sorts.


Written and Copyrighted by
Anne Denese Durden Rhoney
Pre 1987

Lonely Dawn

As time slowly passes on
And the night turns to dawn

Your memory drifts through my mind
Memories of all out good times

The loneliness sets in
Just as the morning fog does again

Realization of you being gone
Invites time to drag on on eternally long

Tears threaten to fall
As the sun creeps above the distant knoll

This feeling won't last
For when I see your face it will pass

Always and forever yours my dear
I will always stand near.


Written and Copyrighted by
Anne Denese Durden Rhoney
December 2, 1987

First Flight

My birthplace is here
As are many of my cares
Over which I have cried many tears
Pulling up roots to go there
Has brought up many fears
Which I can handle if I dare

To leave behind alot of my heart
To leave all that I have ever known
Even though I am breaking apart
The portal must be sealed, if with a groan
And a new beginning I must start
But those memories will never be gone.


Written and Copyrighted by
Anne Denese Durden Rhoney
September 10, 1987

A Happy Tale

Sitting here in this yellow sand
Here in this faraway tropical land

Where the grass stays so green
And the bluebird and cardinal sing

As the balmy breeze blows my way
The waves languidly dance and play

My mind wanders over these past seasons
Back to when I fell in love fore no reason

Other than the one where I wanted to know
The guy with the blue eyes that shined so

And Fate played his hand
Then Lady Luck took her stand

Days and Months have passed
My love has continued to last

Over trials, pitfalls, and tears
Never in my life have I had a more glorious two years.

Never has time just flown by
As fast as it has with the guy who has blue eyes.

Sitting here I realize that years of love will prevail
A happy ending to such a beautiful tale.


Written and Copyrighted by
Anne Denese Durden Rhoney
in 1987

Little Boys

Boys are filled with motion
Always full of little notions

Gull of laughter and cheer
Always showing off when someone is near

Tricky little minds, ready to deceive
Little biddy arms, ready to receive

Round tiny faces filled with fascination
Big eyes that fill with admiration

Little boys are trying at times
But the joys they bring makes hearts chime.

Written and Copyrighted by
Anne Denese Durden Rhoney
July 26, 1986

(RANT)

mmmm...
Where to start...
Few days back was called aside, you mentioned how my expression  told you I had an issue with you, you were concerned and hurt...
There was no issue, none, yet to be told I had one and you were insistent I did... if you chose to take to heart an expression, without knowing what is behind said expression, how is that my issue?
A day or so later someone else comes to me and said that no offence, yet at times I came across as thinking myself better than some. Again, a non issue... for no thought of such has ever crossed my mind.
But it made me wonder.. what is wrong with me that I seem to be easily misread.
Very unintentional that, considering how if I have an issue with anyone, I will be upfront about it and let the pebbles fall where they may.

I have heard time and time again, too numerous to count, how I am too nice; I forgive to easily; too understanding.
How is this a bad thing?
But it seems it is.
I have rotten luck in life, seems everything I value and hold dear, burns me.
School...
an outcast, no rich enough, cool enough, too good for the bad crowd, and yet I made it through.
College...
felt like I landed on Mars, an art school with a very eclectic faculty and classmates, yet a very stimulating environment.
First love....
Guess it was more me than he.. Always seemed to fall second to his desires, but somehow convinced myself that was right. He was more important than I.
Kept that belief, and Married Second Love...
Eleven years later, after many hard times, a few good, and three children. Even that ended.
Single life again,
so not, Three kids, no funds, and working 24/7. Late nights, helping kids with projects at last minute. At times two jobs, sometimes none. Now they are adults, two in college, one seems to have forgotten me.
The ones at home... are lost in their own worlds, and it seems to be a crime for me to intrude or need them in my own.
So single again...
yet without funds and too tired to begin again.

I wonder what happened to that child who looked the world in the eye, straightened her back and entered smiling, no matter the stage.
Smiling through the disappointments, the pain, the betrayals... where did she go?
That idealist who could take on the world and make it better.. where is she?
Now I am left here .... again. Alone. Again.
Is that all that life holds? If not where did I go wrong? By believing in good in life.... oh well.. no need to cry over spilt milk... let the cats have at it.
Just need to find another way to move ahead. And the options are quite few.
Will I come through this less jaded? Not sure.
Is hope still around, can't answer what I don't know.
I do know that my mind seems to be at a loss as to how to hold out, my body is tired and worn.
I am dry and withered. Where is the water?