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Some poems, pictures, and a story from Sheila De'Maris

Angel Dreams

strong iridescent wings
she dreams of Angels
and her nighttime is filled
with calm
and then
just before dawn
strong wings enfold her
holding her still
as she is caressed
gently made love to
warm and tender still
then peace,
and next morning
she is certain it was all a dream
until she turns
and spies
one single white feather
on her pillow.



De'Maris

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The Dance

He sits by his trailer window
soul clutched in both hands
longing for the love
that he feels will never come
he thinks of a life gone by
like a moment in the wind
a tear freezes in his eye
the sadness starts to dance
a slow waltz filled with pain
with only him on the dance floor
held in the arms of sorrow.


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Night Beach

The night beach was beautiful,
as I sat listening to the ocean,
calling to the shore.
Almost the same way, that you
call to me.
Did you hear me answer
your sweet coo...or feel
my energy tugging at your pillow,
my longing.
I sat gazing at the night sky,
the one that you love so much,
the thought of you ablaze,
sweltering in my fertile mind.
I could have sworn I saw your face
in the stars above.
Watching over me, washing my heart
of loneliness,
drying me with warmth of
your smile.
Bringing peace to my soul.


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Lover

I can almost feel your malness
mixing sweetly flowing juices
thunder passion deep inside me.
Oh my lover.....thou art more
fragrant that the honeysuckle
that grows wild. Sweeter than the
evening magnolias.
Oh such soothing intoxication,
drowning deep inside my soul.


De'Maris















T-Bear And The Cat by Sheila De'Maris

Had my plans with Gustavo materialized, we would have been doing the Argentine tango under the smooth red silk sheets of my four poster, brass Victorian bed. A lot could be said about unbridled passion and alternate choices to accommodate a restless soul, under attack of a giant sized blue moon. My feline habits had to be re-channeled, to eliminate the prowling that was rising up in my bones. Nature would certainly have its way, especially tonight.
I decided to stalk the sparse, dimly-lit streets of downtown Soquel. I was looking for an adventure worth writing about. The streets were empty except for the few cars that lined the parking spaces in front of the empty stores. The smooth salt fragrance of the ocean drifted through the air like vagrant ghost. I decided to start my adventure at the neighborhood pub. As I entered the dingy, smoke-filled bar, heads turned as I crept my way toward a vacant bar stool. I climbed and perched myself on the seat like a sleek Egyptian cat, and started to look around in search of easy prey.
No sooner than I could order a drink from a cat posing as the bartender, an old man caught sight of me and; with courage begun to nuzzle his way next to me. In spite of his withering face he still had a handsome glow about him that was quiet compelling, and being friendly was second nature to him. He immediately began to lament a sad story and I knew he needed a compassionate ear to hear him out. He introduced himself to me as Teddy Bear. I knew it would be awkward for me to call him Teddy Bear, although the name suited him to a tee. When it was time to order more drinks, the 'cat-tender' said "Ready for another T-Bear?" and I knew that this was what I would call him. T-Bear continued to tell me of his misfortune, as I listened with a patient ear. It was T-Bear's belief that he could spot a "Lucky Lady" when he saw one and decided to designate me as his "lady luck."



T-Bear was a gambler and wanted me to be his partner for his night's work. I was hesitant, but T-Bear was determined to have me as his good luck omen, and offered me half of everything he won. It was his belief in me...more than the money... that finally persuaded me to say yes and agree to be a rabbit's foot for the night.
Our first mission was to be billiard partners in a game of pool across the street at the only other saloon in town. I tried to tell T-Bear that I wasn't any good at pool, and he said, "Don't worry about it, leave all the work up to me." Even though we lost at pool and there were no winnings to split, T-Bear's belief in me did not falter for a moment. T-Bear said, "The real money is to be made with the cards," and wanted me to play Lo-Ball at his expense. I told him I had never played the game, and he said "It's easy," and began to explain the game to me with great detail. Once again he agreed to give me half of the winnings, and he gave me fifty bucks to buy the poker chips with, despite my neon sign lack of confidence. We had to take a cab to the card room , which happened to be in Watsonville. I was concerned about getting home after our work was finished, but T-Bear assured me all was well...he would see to it that my cab fare was paid and that I would get home safe. I was more interested in the story than the money or I would never have agreed to take the trip to Watsonville.
T-Bear began to prepare me the way a manager prepares a prize fighter for the big fight. He gave me a soothing back rub as he pep talked me all the way to the cards. When we arrived at the Apple Tree club, the faint lingering sound of the twangy nerve racking country music greeted us in the parking lot. When we walked in I was glad to hear the band announce that this would the last song of the night. My timing could not have been more perfect. We had to wait to get a seat at the card table, so another round of drinks were ordered to kill time. As we sat drinking our beers waiting for our turn at the cards, a lonely stranger asked me to dance the last dance of the night and I did. Stephen was his name, and he swore that he had fallen in love with me at first sight.. at least for the night , or so he thought. I hated to break his heart but I already had a date with the cards.
As I sat and watched the big, Buddha- bellied men dealing their hands, a sadness began to settle in my heart. I began to think of those big bellies and the cigars hanging out of the corners of their mouths and a sickness settled in my stomach. I was there to get a story , not get tangled up in the web of compulsion and desperation of these sad and driven men. I excused myself politely to T-Bear and said I'm sorry but I have to get out of here. I tried to give him his fifty dollars back and said " I have to go." To my astonishment T-Bear was not disappointed and with a gleam in his eye said ,
"You keep the money for the cab ride home." That sweet old bear had kept his word.
The cab ride back was filled with thoughts of the story I would now write and I was delirious. As I entered the front door to my house, contentment replaced the prowling in my bones, and I knew... I was now... ready for sleep.

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