Pushing aside the ugly
trappings of the year gone by,
downy bits of green appear,
fresh to my tired eyes,
extreme pristine green.
Felicia
Leaping about
climbing walls
doors
plucking nerves
needle sharp
claws.
Motor running
sweetly winding
around – tangled
and then you pounce!
Growling at flies
batting dust motes
Hiding in shoes
unsuspecting feet
mewling your disgust
displeasure.
Standing guard
outside –
Kitten with the
heart of the
Lion
Insomnia
Sleep!
I crave my sleep!
Come to me, now.
I command my mind,
To cease all thought,
Allowing me peace.
I cannot think.
I cannot write.
I cannot read.
I cannot rest.
I desire,
Sweet oblivion.
Sinking into,
the dark emptiness.
Insomnia
Wakes.
Writer’s Block
Blocked, blocked, blocked.
Round and round I go,
A trip around the block,
That everybody knows.
Searching, searching, searching,
for the right word.
Banging, banging, banging,
my mind only finding the absurd.
Finally I pass,
thru the looking glass.
To my world of,
sweet fantasy.
Only to hear the piercing scream:
MOMMY!
Throes of Love and Hate
emotional outbursts…
Shine
Will you shine it on,
just to blow it off?
Will you grow weary and tired,
stomping the dust from your boots.
Will you walk away?
Can you shine it on,
just to blow it off-
Can you erase that memory, moment lips touch
breath mingling a moment before time
Can you forget?
He shined it on
pretty as a copper penny.
Freshly minted - printed upon unyielding ore.
Buffed and polished until the last image
fades away.
He shined it on
removing the tarnish
patina of age, knowledge, beauty
wisdom wiped away - dark smudges upon
stark white cloth.
Will I shine it on,
just to blow it off
living as a shade - a memory
allowing dreams of hope fall prey
to misery?
Will I shine-
Will I shine?
Or will I just blow it off?
So Long
So long - farewell –
get the hell out of my sight.
End this futile fight now.
Enough I say, just go away –
and leave me in
bitter peace.
Allow my heart –
my soul, my inner me
a measure of release.
My eyes red - rimmed
salt for Margarita glasses
drowning sorrow in
sweet drink that go
down easy.
With my back to you,
I open the door.
Wind rushes around
skirts my sweet scent
lingering behind
carried on Springs breath.
Release - Renewal - Rebirth
Love’s Will
Love is an act of will,
standing when you want to run,
trust in the face of fear.
Honoring faith, believing in hope.
Devotion, loyalty, friendship
twined in the weft and weave
as life’s fabric unravels--
threads to be woven anew.
Insanity
Spiraling down,
oblivion.
His eyes turned to obsidian.
I turn inwards,
seeking reprieve.
from he who is following me
In my mind’s eye,
I’ve become blind.
He comes for me, in his good time.
Reeking refuge,
from my own thoughts.
Deeper I go, surely I’m lost.
Comforting void,
wrapping my soul.
There’s nowhere else that I can go.
Silence screaming,
echoes abound.
Infinity, there is no sound.
Falling deeper,
in the abyss.
Darkness awaits, with his sweet kiss.
My eyes reflect,
reality.
Barren shell, a nonentity.
Hidden so deep,
in my psyche.
A woman’s struggle to be free.
Hate’s Tattoo
Hate’s tattoo ‑ beats of rage upon my chest.
Blackened curled edges on my broken soul,
stained ‑ tainted and painted upon my breast.
Love's bloom trembles timid in the tempest
reaching to heal the ragged edges of the hole;
hate’s tattoo ‑ beats of rage upon my chest.
And deeper still the rage digs in, obsessed.
Destroy light within, seeking to extol,
stained ‑ tainted and painted upon my breast.
Tendrils of hope standing fast to attest,
the ruination of evil’s control.
Hate’s tattoo ‑ beats of rage upon my chest.
The tides of woe, wearily reach their crest,
and promises of yesterdays, lose hold ‑
stained ‑ tainted and painted upon my breast.
Love’s bitter struggle, lost its noble quest,
darkening shadows consuming me whole.
Hate’s tattoo ‑ beats of rage upon my chest.
stained ‑ tainted and painted upon my breast.
Love’s Laughter
Love’s laughter, light, chase away feral fear,
to shadowed corners, spiders of my mind.
And weeping wounds heal, joyous through the tears.
Seven slashes upon my soul appear,
past insults of love that refused to bind –
love’s laughter, light, chase away feral fear;
and seven years have passed, just disappear
leaving me behind, stealing my sight, blind.
And weeping wounds heal, joyous through the tears.
Seven men, I caught a glimpse, as they peer
upon the defiled form, that once was mine.
Love’s laughter, light, chase away feral fear.
No perching on pedestals, the choice clear,
laughter trapped behind ramparts that confine.
And weeping wounds heal, joyous through the tears.
Seven steps - heaven’s descent - as I near –
death’s loving embrace becoming entwined.
Love’s laughter, light, chase away feral fear,
and weeping wounds heal, joyous through the tears.
Shattered
Love lost again - life bitterly shattered,
two words, that’s all it took - I said “Good-Bye.”
What little is left - raggedly tattered,
across the trade winds of chance now scattered,
carelessly spoken words tripped up with lies.
Love lost again - life bitterly shattered.
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sp; Packing a case used, well-worn and battered,
turning a deaf ear to pitiful cries.
What little is left - raggedly tattered,
upon the floor
Love lost again - life bitterly shattered,
what little is left - raggedly tattered.
Wicked Fire
Love a wicked fire that explodes from nothing,
from nowhere and consumes all, leaving naught but gray ash
behind that will nourish the soul for eternity. An electric blue
flame lit from within with no help from a sulfur tipped stick,
it simply exists to be. Is love reality? Can you quantify it;
can you measure its girth? Worth its weight in gold,
yet weightless. Insurmountable burden upon the shoulders
of those who carry the torch alone, yet light downy fluff
of an eaglets first molt carried gently down the cliffs face.
A contradiction, an enigma.
A caged sphere, hidden opening with its lock blending into mesh
of hard gauged wire. Risks for nothing but the applause
of children, the ohh's and ahh's of adults who have the heart
of a child and the fathomless black of blank stares
from those whose souls are old and shriveled. His wicked smile
flashes bright in the spot of light pinning him
down, searching for the one that sits among the crass
crush of humanity. He enjoys the eyes upon him,
even the jaded blunted green of the tired heart.
Love a wicked fire explodes from nothing, from nowhere
and consumes all, leaving naught but gray ash
behind nourishing the soul for eternity.
Reflection Pool
the silent voice
Mirrors
Within the mirrors glass, a face, alone,
reflected unto me a woman-child,
her sins unknown never to be atoned
kept caged within, the cages within,
her smile thin, kept caged within, all the while.
Peer deeply into pain grey-clouded eyes,
Searching hidden faults lying deep within,
And believe in, orig’nal sin, barbed lies.
Winds blow sour, reeking of rotten gin.
But dawning to she, in the looking glass,
the Goddess Truth has come again to prey,
As the dark shrouded dreams, at last have passed,
Into lackluster nights of yesterday.
At last the keening shriek, the banshee’s wail -
Subsides to silence - strength of soul prevails.
Boredom
Lethargy seeping
leaching out of hard bleached bones
stealing precious strength.
Emptiness filling
languorous limbs hanging, just
waiting for motion.
Sleepy eyes wander
everywhere – somewhere, nowhere
never seeing truth.
Life bleeding away
to the nothingness of time
forgotten again.
Time passing again,
the quiet innocuous thief
ennui steals the soul.
Wisdom
Seek not wisdom of those who lead,
in putrid ground they spill their seed.
Brethren of the evil ones
believing not in the Son.
They spout tripe in the form of lies
evil darkens both your eyes.
Beckoning forth with words of love
hairy hand in kidded glove.
Wisdom found in what you fear
word of truth, of light, you hear.
WeOGod2
Letters stamped upon a metal plate,
Lord of Lies shall be proud,
signs of false prophecy,
blasphemy for all to see.
For she has asked her Lord above
“Forgive my sins, forgive my debts,
forgive me all, for I have trespassed.”
I ask, what is there left to owe?
Christ died upon the cross for us,
He gave His only begotten Son for you, for me
and yet that does not seem to be enough,
for you plead and cry your Prayers
standing upon street corners;
He commanded you to secrecy,
what is in your heart
is between you and He.
Sheep
Scream his accursed name and pound your fists
in futile fury against a pale red sky,
bleached by the tears of orphaned brothers
and sisters lost forever to eternal hell
fire and damnation.
Following sheep in wolves’ fur aroused
by promises promised by poison lips,
a kiss bestowed upon the brow
of a virgin; married.
Seek the path of riches
and the righteous shall turn their backs.
Churches filled overflowing; coffers
of glorious earth bound treasure
maps leading to dust.
Hearts filled with hope, of glory, singing Hosanna
turned aside, for hope is no treasure, faith no buttress
for those who seek glory in His name
yet keep a seed for himself.
Blessed is he who sows his seed
in his neighbors field.
Capricious
Capricious and miserly
pessimistic, joyless soul.
Enter not to His Kingdom,
as your hand recedes
not from lack of need
but from selfish greed.
Reflections in Grief
Grief dulled rusted old knife.
Plunging deep,
Lacerating my soul.
Tears, acid trails on tender cheeks.
Staining
tendrils,
burning
scars deep within.
Hate, vile putrid wasted life.
Welling from,
a tainted twisted need.
Love, pure liquid light.
Healing
balm,
easing
the tortured soul.
Laughter, giddy and fresh.
Easing the pain,
with sweet memories.
Joy, tempering the void.
Exalting in,
the freedom of death.
Perched Upon
Perched upon a pristine shelf, cherished box,
and a plastic doll suffocates within.
Painted eyes peer from above as she mocks,
those that have caged her in, holding her locked ‑
safely kept from life’s dark sinister sins.
Perched upon a pristine shelf, cherished box.
Dust slowly settles on that soulless box,
dulling the hot scarlet of her slashed grin.
Painted eyes peer from above as she mocks.
Time passes slowly, the clock’s tics and tocks,
measuring to the end, what might have been.
Perched upon a pristine shelf, cherished box.
Seasons of disuse, fades her winsome frock,
fool’s of the heart never learn, time will win.
Painted eyes peer from above as she mocks.
The day comes to bear, the box is unlocked.
Painted doll ‑ now dust, his sinister sin.
Perched upon a pristine shelf, cherished box,
painted eyes peer from above as she mocks.
Winds of Change
Winds of change ‑whipping ‑shredding
away the dusty shelves
hope rests lightly upon.
Lifting gently ‑riding aloft zephyrs
freed from shackles
binding, grounding to darkness.
&n
bsp; Absolution - redemption
beckon
Author’s Note
About the Forms
I love poetry, I love to read it, I love to write it – I love researching different forms. There
was a time when I eschewed “free form” style – I would often compare it to playing tennis without a net or baselines. Obviously, I got over such snobbery. My first freeform is included in this collection, Four Seasons and it has to be of my favorite poems. Once the free form bug bit me, I fell in love all over again – the lack of constraint was intoxicating.
Even though I now embrace free form, many different styles of traditional style poetry are represented in this little book. Oddly enough, my favorite styled forms of poetry are the polar opposite of freeform, the Haiku, the Senryu, the Tanka and several other Asian
formats; my favorite being the Haibun, which is a mix of short prose followed by a
complimenting Haiku. There is something extremely satisfying in boiling down a poem to its essential essence.
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