HOUR 13 Wrapped!

WRAPPED I stole myself away. They didn’t know how strangled I felt. The umbilical chord still attached wrapped tightly round my neck.   I didn’t mean to hurt anyone or put fear in their hearts. I wanted freedom, I wanted a new start.   I said…

Perfection

The bright moon, shining in all its glory Hovers over the pristine lake I sit beneath a canopy of stars The atmosphere still as can be Normally, at this hour, I hear the wolves But this night, all is still They’re never a threat, always…

Prompt for Hour Thirteen

The prompt for this hour is to write a poem about a missing person. This person could be someone real or someone imagined. Someone you knew, or someone you did not know. A great way to do this prompt is to go to this website: …

Drowsiness

I was wide awake under the canopy of trees last year I did not tell you of the condition Because I was so tired of the long journey Finally we stopped for awhile Fighting my drowsiness, I witness a moon shining admirably through the sky…

United by the Skies

As I lie under the canopy of the silver moon I gaze at its reflection across an ebony lake Knowing that you too see the same reflection across the ocean I am in awe of the glory that love creates When you are so far…

Outlook

As I walk through life’s journey Through the Great Divide. Alone I will go down that wooded path that is supplied. Waters be still Mountains run High A beautiful Journey through this life called The Great Divide Mountains to climb rough areas to go but…

Hour 8 -Pantoum-Bloodshed in our Streets

Why every summer is there is bloodshed in the streets? We have to go on to our parties, weddings, and vacations. Another birthday to celebrate, as we hug our families extra tight. Just another day in the middle east, east coast, west coast fight.  …

A Poet’s Nightmares

Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words, In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases. With a slime letters weaved with saluva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza. Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka and in deep slumbered, Drowned in a free flowing…

A Letter to You

I hope that it will be The best day of your life. That I prepare the best I can, Though I don’t always get it right. That I will strive to do all I need to do, To shape a better world for you, One…

Forgiveness…

Mewling wicked soul, echoing from black,white and brown race Puking bad words from their mouth and Stinging on kindred spirit. Denouncing illegal, immoral acts and publicly criticizing skin colors are blameworthy. Proclaiming religious beliefs are a curse,that causes human hostile. Homosexuality, transgenders or bisexual are…