Read it once, Read it twice, Read it thrice, You will find..   Why the birds sing, Whose phone did ring The guy who cried, Why are you so shy..   The questions, not asked, could be answered really fast..   Keep going, Have patience,…

You don’t care about me I give and give and give You take and take and take Poisoned my flesh with your selfish ways I can’t breathe I’m weak, I’m tired Need my honey, my elixir, my life One day you will wakeup and I’ll…

Invisible filaments Connect invisibly All visible beings   Very tiny hooks Everywhere On all surfaces   Connect all dots On all stuffs Without being seen   What are you doing Behind the scene That grows you   Why don’t you show it all To the…

White Is refreshing Just like When the sun’s First rays comes Through the window panes White Is pure As pure As a baby’s Giggle Purer than the glare You see in those innocent eyes White Is peace It’s mellow It is a new slate White…

I smile because in the stillness I feel fully our emotions. I sink into your essence which is a fragrant almond oil perfuming my skin. I immerse into the warm thickness of it how it cocoons me, closes in with security and sanctuary. This stillness…

Commanding the room The largest lead weight On the rubber sheet Of social intrigue Little ball-bearings Scattered in patterns Move at a distance But never too far Prompt: Concrete imagery Form: Unrhymed quatrains  

This man stands there looking alone, lost and clearly in fear. His eyes hazed over I say hello no response I guess he cant hear. I ask if he needs help and nothing comes out when all at once he calls me Gloria now I…

seven dozen really inspire one — & at least one site suggests a modern call for #84 is Dumbledore, so it’s a no brainer #84 Homage to the Old Bumblebee born in Mould-on-the-Wold a mildewing village, of honey buzzes round his kingdom castle bee-humming, pollenating…

How vicious thinking of you is, How disruptive it is to the calm in my life. Because I know your mind dwells somewhere else, You are forgetting me, beautiful one. And you, the man, that destroys the ease, With every passing day, The storm breaks…

just one more month to wait for ten new fingers to be wrapped around two of mine- for plump little cheeks and dimpled chin for burps and poops and spit up all over again- always worth the wait worth every second every pain waiting to…