Hour Seventeen – “Write a poem that involves a mythical monster in some capacity, whether it’s as a side character, a prop, a villain or even the protagonist.”   Ravana – King or Beast?   Was he the King among kings? Carrying his ten heads…

One head To think oh thoughts of logic Three hearts To feel a love cathartic Seven wings To fly across the plains To save the damsel you proclaim Six legs with hoofs To help you run When flying’s not an option Through the valleys and…

Once upon a rainy morn I took a sacred vow A future bright and newly born Twas lastly there somehow I took a sacred vow It began a whole new life For in the here and now I was, at last, a wife A future…

I fly high with the red sky, Drag by the wind, I’m an invincible find. No one can see me from now on, No on can hear a thing. I fly high with the red sky, Often times, I know why, I’m an invincible find….

Between the heartache and pain Losing himself to the core He will never be the same Plagued by insanity Drowning in deceit Tortured by reality His innocence doesn’t show up A pure heart, not he is Breaking into pieces Which has died inside Little bit,…

Osun, the river goddess is believed to bless barren women and not men with babies.    

Batter-fry Take one woman, docile Add liberal doses of harsh treatment, preferably, in the first few months/years of marriage. Harsh, how harsh? Hmm, comments like, late from work again, flirting with your colleague, didn’t your mother teach you anything, housework first, children first, husband first,…

Covered in dirt Blood Sweat Tears Buried Deeper than you want to search Covered in greed Mourning Squeezing Shards of glass Look what I dug up ?

How does two soulmates meet? Maybe not a typical meet and greet story. Others tale might be good as mine, Like once upon a time in a wishing well, You just magically appear in front of me, And saying all the good and right thing….

Reedy and husky voices ascended in unison gyrating and sauntering crowds accompanying the all too familiar Jerusarema drum unleashing a cloud of dust its almost palpable What a night the gaiety of Youth