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

Knee

 

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

Wired

 

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

Exaggeration?

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

Cosemetically

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

Outwardly

Young and rapturously

 

I mustn’t gaze

Upon that face

For

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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