It Was Only Yesterday

In the same

Yesterday’s dawn

Only now, the end has drawn


Waters still and calm

Though I know

Sleep won’t come


Easily, on weakened



Knowledge, and experience

Though, forlorn

Picked up, like stones

Upon, a dreamt up shore


If only dreams

Were giants

Crushing, forever more

Incasing thoughts


I am, a worthy poet

My battle

Hard fought


Safe and sound

As this dawn sings

In Victory

Missed Opportunity

My true calling?

What is with

All the questioning


Pointedly objected

Forever scarred

Early on, from ones she loved

Now weary, scared


Exhilarating- freeing

In creative be-ing

But it’s not a job


How to change that feeling

Dig, further in

It’s okay, to start again


Always easier

Said than done

Always slipping

Stumbling, fumbling

Opening the wounds

Of old


Overcoming, so profound


Portrait of a Poetess

Hair, pinned up tight

Binding, curls unyielding

Like words, bound in dictionaries


Linked chains

Weigh heavy

On weary shoulders

Unabridged; worldly worries

She carries


Herself, with style and grace

No loss for words

Draped in the velvety meaning

Robes of soft, but solid black

Grounding the energy

That attacks


She reaches for stability

From earths, hard grown

Wood lacquered, like her tongue


Turning, slightly slipping

Left, but right

Cleverly hiding falter

In her painted posture



Exhausted Exhilaration

Body tired

Brain stone cold



Here we are

Longing, dreading

Finish line in sight

Three more to go


High on caffeine

And inspiration

Music blasting, silently

Exhausting, batteries


Running on empty

Living like renegade

Love the underdogs


Parade! Parade!

Did the circus come to town?

We are the  poets of the night


It’s always different

Then when it came before


That’s what words are for!





Alone Naturally

High above

As the world sleeps


She shines her light

Over the human race

In light, and in love


Clouds drape like silk

Over her full bussom


Darkness shrouds

Her lonely heart

Her sun, her love

World’s apart


Evolving through revolutions

In a sky full of stars

Can you, give her your heart

Will you still want her

As space imparts


Even the dark

In all its vastness

Cannot compare

To the beauty

In light


We are the dust

Of the cosmos

Sparkling brought


Leading each other

Through another night


Some crashing

Others thrashing


Where did that gravity go?

Now, I’m laughing

Thinking about

“Space Madness”


Big red buttons pushed

Obsessive genius, OCD’s


Table For Two

The moon was out

The night, planned and set


On the table

All the trimmings

Paired, in candle light


Alone she waits

And contemplates

The evening to transpire


Shouldn’t love, fuel desire

Promises, unkempt

A fool for words

She understood


She sat him down

Adjusted her crown

Proclaiming him

A cheating liar

Losing Shit ~ a lost cliche

I’ve lost my books

And my hat


I’ve lost my coat

And my cat


I’ve lost my place

Imagine that


I’ve lost my marbles

One by one


The seventeenth hour has begun


I’ll lose my tenses

As words steep


I’ll lose my senses

As hours creep


I’ll lose my witts

By the end of this, but

I promise you this


I will not lose the marathon

Now, you may carry on.


Grey the Portrait

Through the canvas

Scars and lines

Bleed through


Only to appear


Young and rapturously


I mustn’t gaze

Upon that face


Hell will

pull me through


Ancient Myths

Studying the synchronicity

Reading a lot of lore


I came to believe in mystical beings

Goddesses and unicorns, of yore


Colors, rocks and many a thing

All different in their meaning

Symbolism galore


Yes, I read the ancient runes and tarot

Own a dozen sets or more


Divinity through seeing

A witch’s greatest strength

Opening loves universal door

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