beating a dead horse
there once was a girl from Nantucket
who went to Home Depot for a bucket
after beating her horse
that was already dead, of course
but a dead horse cannot fit, so spellcheck says duck it
Partly Cloudy
to some extent there are clouds
but not completely it’s just
overcast
not transparent
The clouds like a traffic jam
of ghosts
ghostly gridlock
spirit vapor
they better wear sunscreen
the UV index is 8
but not tonight
it’s supposed to be clear
a good night for haunting
Mountain Out of a Molehill
Dramatic!
Crocodile tears!
Don’t go making a mountain out of a molehill
But gain perspective
To the ant, the molehill is their Everest
The bodies of their loved ones are caked into the dirt
unable to make the
climb
A 3-mile hike to him is a
easy
breezy
I wheeze and cough
giving myself internal pep talk after pep talk
pausing to catch my breath under the cover
of admiring flowers
Sensitive!
Hyperaware of all that isn’t normal
but feels out of control
Coming out of the dark and
into the light
isn’t always a good thing
Tunnel vision felt safe
cozy
secure
We live and die trying to survive the day
make this year better than the last
to keep moving forward
but never healing from the past
Poem 9: A Tribute to Christina Georgina Rossetti “The Strangler”
The curtains drawn
The lights were dimmed
I could hear the ivy breathing
my shelter garden untrimmed
I thoght of my pillow refuge
As legs were weary
and my terror-stricken mind
Alone and leery
He was before me
My disguise of sleep unfooling
I could feel his cutting eyes
in their arrogant ruling
I knew he pitied me
and that was his power
As I practised being weak
below his indestructible glower
He felt my death
but does not understand it
His unique style of murder
Suffocation, bit by bit
There was never love
except a passion for being
A holding, perfecting idol
yet unaware of his unseeing
I will find a home
with softness and forgiveness
In this half-sleep dream
a miracle of impulsiveness
Saving my name
Honour, or whatever it may be
letting go of imprisonment
Undead and free
Wonderland of Graves – hour 8
Everything in Wonderland
Is destined to repeat
A spinning wheel of madness
That will drown you in defeat
Alice knew the atmosphere
Was poisonous, at best
She’d seen it enough times to know
The wicked never rest
And when the war was over
She knew it would start again
But nobody would listen
So she kept burying her friends
Till she was the last one standing
Over a Wonderland of graves
And she wonders if survival
Was worth the price she paid.
~Mandy Kocsis©2021~
Try
I failed over and over.
I got back up after each time.
Not always gracefully or even enthusiastically.
I was even told that things would be hard or I might not make it.
Great confidence booster.
Congratulations!
Poem 9
the wind will carry
my soul above the grey cloud
and I will know peace
(Poem 9 of Half Marathon)
This too shall pass | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 9
This too shall pass
it feels as if it wouldn’t
but that’s just temporary and momentary
This too shall pass
It may feel daunting, sad, and stressful
It may feel happy, elated, and blissful
everything has an end date
everything must die
there is nothing in this universe
that doesn’t face the eventual death
timely, or untimely
This too shall pass
Focus on the thing that matters
You’ll go a long way further
when you realize the power in 4 words
“This too shall pass”
-Surya T
Don’t delete me when I’m gone
Don’t delete me when I’m gone
when my heart rests and I cease to be, will you still
hang out photos on your bulletin board wall, save
the messages we shared on your phone and keep
me with you wherever you go? Or will you delete
the memories of us, throw us away in fear
just like you did before, not wanting to see
all that we were and could have been, lovers, best friends,
afraid that you’ll hold on too long after I’m gone.