Original, not prompted 2019: H.J ©️ https://official-authorhj.yolasite.com/media-gallery.php ~ STEADY ~ The winds of change are ready, to sweep off what is heavy, To illuminate the known. In Justice, I am your own. Holding steady, as you trust this; Folding steady, not to rush this. All…

I hear the melodic notes and can’t help but cringe. I can’t explain why. When I hear the artsy, folksy tunes of today and yesterday, I roll my eyes. When I hear the upbeat, funky pop music of today and yesterday, I shut it off….

Whenever I think of rain I think of washing things clean Of new beginnings Flowers blooming Whenever I think of rain I think of kisses in secret places Of tin roofed houses Cuddling by a fire within Whenever I think of rain I think of…

Inspired by: ‘The middle of night interlude where dreams may or may not happen.’ Moonlight shines on the back of her neck suggesting muted colours, light textures a flowing arc I am intrigued, enchanted but keep a respectful distance This moment is a haven I…

Your mind is a haunted house. You send your ghosts away before they evolve into demons you can no longer fight. You can’t move, you can only build more rooms. And string Christmas lights along every wall to add color to this hell. If you’re…

She is known for being fiery. Straightforward and spicy. She got that looks, Men cannot  shy away But who is she? The woman named Miss T.   I knew her before she knows me, She has this beauty inside and out that inspired me. A…

It is always the same You standing in the shadows, waiting Until the time is right You ask, Will I? I look at you as tears fill my eyes My heart says, Yes My mouth says, No

Oh what is this place As far as my eyes goes There is only dust Strom Which resting place Life has brought me Here neither have Power over my sorrows Nor control over My joys Life asking me Accounts of All my doings What do…

Tenth Hour You’ve Got Me Walking On Fire!    I awake in the silent darkness of night. I hear and feel things, from which most would take flight. I don’t have a friend nor a helpmate in sight. I must face the solemn torment and…

Bloodlines (revised last stanza) It took a move east to resurrect my Southern roots. To remind me of the Kentucky in my bloodline the racists I know well. How they flourish in the fertile hatred of today. Always there are reasons. So they tell me….