Archive for February, 2011

Love Me














Unloved unwanted


There are days that sadness prevails. And nights.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011


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My Angel

 Blue eyes

and hazel

A legacy of love born

From out of youth’s devotion

 Parted ways cause

Lonely days

Sharing now


Lingering beauty of the heavens


Longing hope of our dreams

and the

Splendid memories of our first

Starry night

 The beauty of two intertwined

In my mind


Forever in heaven

 My Angel 


Heaven Can Wait













Kimberley Formosa © 2011




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Dedicated to Lacey.

A chocolate morsel of a moral.

A sign of character

Inner Strength





Is so often viewed during times of success

Climbing the Ladder


The Winner Takes All




Gold Medal


Yet it is in my

Trials of enduring the unknown, fear, pain

Attempts to better myself and the lives I encounter

Choice to bring beauty, hope, peace into my world

Devotion to remain true to my God and those I love

Conscious decision that ultimately

reflects my attitude toward either

promoting the positive or the adverse

in any given moment


My character should not be measured by my success

but by the path I walk.


Which brings me now to the title of this poem,

that obviously took me to a place I knew not of

when I first contemplated the idea of


Chocolate Mousse


I know of a young girl

of who shall I say

has had a burden to bear

for the last eight months

of her teenage life.

She has been

Accused of portraying her injury by both adults and her peers.

These accusations have been made publicly.

          Privately whispered in her ear.

                   Rumored from one to another.

In front of her.                                      Behind her back.

All of these accusations were committed and endured

repeatedly for quite a long time.

To be followed by a few apologies. Not many, not all, only a few.

Finally, after all of the accusations quiet, or so we may assume since we have heard of none recently, her physical symptoms escalate. She is faced with the reality and possibility of two debilitating and fearful diseases. What does this young girl do at the end of the day?

She does something beautiful.

She makes Chocolate Mousse.

Not the instant kind. Oh no.

The egg yolk

Whipping heavy cream

Melting lovely chocolate

Blending it all together

Until a heavenly loveliness

Is rendered by her

Caring and thoughtful ways.

And then she shares.

At the end of her day

She focuses on hope

Living her life to prove it.

Where do you find yourself when most everyone you respect turns their back on you? She had to advocate for herself in many situations where adults were in complete defiance, not only to their chosen profession, but to an ailing child. Those that had the power to help her rallied together and claimed they had “no obligation” to help her. They had “no obligation” to care for her needs unless it was included on a signed legal agreement. Really, I am telling you the truth. They had “no obligation.” Bear with me here as I write it one more time to coincide with how many times they communicated it verbally and written about an injured child. “We have no obligation…”

From out of pain, beauty.


Are you strong enough to remain beautiful when your health, your livelihood and even your life are in jeopardy of never being who you were before tragedy strikes? Can you even endure the thought that your tomorrow may never be? Can you lay your head down to slumber knowing that you chose not to be obligated to another human being when it was indeed in your power to initiate change?

Will you make Chocolate Mousse

Bake cookies or bread

Smile in the mirror

Pick a flower

Call an old friend

Be kind to yourself

Or another

Or maybe a stranger

Would you rather be greeted by dreams of peace

because you have thus spent your day?

Giving has such a remarkable way of lingering

Within the very heart that chose to give.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

http://markconner.typepad.com/ A Picture of HOPE January 23, 2011



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i have been holding his hand

usually both

we have walked along together

on this dusty road

 suddenly he was gone

 my world became dark

 i see nothing

hear nothing

touch nothing

 complete loneliness

 faith is all there is

when trust is lost

 listen to the thunder

 look at the rainbow

 touch a mustard seed

Be a Mustard Seed

fear gripping the very core of my heart

consuming my breath

daring to steal away the love of my life

    don’t preach to me your garden of hope

   live it.

when trust fails

faith fulfills

even when blind


suspended in reality

Kimberley Formosa © 2011


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