Hour 8 – but again

I just wanna go home..but again I don’t. I just wanna go back To the black, to the fade. To the burnt sand shade. I just wanna stand up and walk Like yesterday. But again, today, I don’t.

8) Deadlines

I gave him a deadline. Count down. her too. But there was so much to say. New digs. Moving out, moving in. He had ice cream stories to share, her site visits. And I lay on the bed, in the green of the night trees…

Ifs, Ands, Maybes

i am sick of “ifs ands or maybes” the possiblys and kindas rolling off the jokers tongue. i am more than just a “eh, well i guess” or “we’ll see.” shoulda coulda woulda left here on my toes a while ago, planting thorns on my…

Beautiful and the Innocents – Poem #8

I hear you rustling through the trees hunting a safe place What once felt serenely secure, you must now guard. Protect the young ones and keep innocence alive and well Last year was my first to meet you and your lovely family Winter came, and…

The Revolt Poet- Welcome to Peterloo (a fragment)

We are all still lain slain at Peterloo Ill-represented, repressed, Hearing echoes of Shelley too – Politicians reduced to personifications Of eternal sin. Has anything ever been as apt as that? Representative democracy – a pile of crap. A single borough and school, is hegemonic…

Agenda

If you can’t serve it by the slice it isn’t real coffee so sayeth myself to anyone who will listen If I have guests, it also serves as warning-shot across the bow for those faint of arabica heart It is a good day when the…

Emoji Love

Protecting myself and I am proud of me. Walking my own path, even if it means being alone. The flowers and even the seashells call me, remind me of my lucky life – full of hot drinks, books, clothes, the trappings of an existence. Grounded…

Prompt 8: Exhaustion

(As in this prompt was timestaking.) πŸ€·πŸšπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒπŸƒ πŸŽ₯πŸŽ¬πŸ€‘πŸ€‘πŸ˜’πŸ±β€πŸπŸŒ­πŸ₯§πŸ€‘🀑🀑🀑🀑🀑🀑🀑 πŸ‘½πŸ‘½πŸŒπŸŒŽπŸŒβš‘πŸ€·πŸ‘½πŸ‘½πŸ‘½πŸ‘½ ————- πŸŽͺπŸ¨πŸ§žβ€β™‚οΈπŸ§žβ€β™€οΈ 🀑🀑🀑🀑🀑🀑 πŸŽ₯☎🎬 🌭πŸ₯§ I get off the bus, and I’m surrounded by jokers It’s like a bad action film took over the nation, being directed by clowns And now I have to search for…

Hour 8-William Blake’s emoji with a twist

Tigers there’s a fire, a great colossal explosion William Blake’s forest trees have undergone corrosion In the night I think I see a ghost but cannot touch but then I look right left again it scares me so so much.

Tiny Panther

So small and black all covered in fur crouches down low sliding on her belly so silent so stealthy ready to pounce on the unsuspecting lizard