Madness
Lord please save my mind,
I hear them in the walls, still
no mouse I can find.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Lord please save my mind,
I hear them in the walls, still
no mouse I can find.
Roses are red, violets are blue come in my white van I have candy for you. If candy won’t do then here my new Nike shoes. But, if that doesn’t work then I have some ice cream just for two uwu
I still remember the first time i considered it.
i had dissolved into the back seat of the bus and there you were
just a few rows up
illuminating all of reality with that golden smile
nullifying the beauty of everything else in existence.
and there i was
wishing i had met you long before the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet took you off the market
trying to drown myself in a tidal wave of serenity
imagining all the golden years we’d have together before the cruel mistress of mortality took you from me
your perfectly-woven golden hair basking in the sunlight as they sealed you in and lowered you into that plot.
i’d jump in right after you and spend the rest of time in eternal bliss.
that’s the sheer truth of it all.
i won’t spend the rest of eternity waiting for superman,
just for you
Shove (Brandy Goodman Poem # 6)
Strong people stumble with emotions
Even the mighty can be weak
Fight for your life
Now’s not the time to be meek.
Do not sit idly by
Letting yourself turn to ice.
While life goes on around you,
It’s not worth the price.
Take a deep breath
Find something you love
Hold on for dear life
And give yourself a shove.
In life there will be pain,
Fear and doubt, depression and guilt galore
But we must push through
Because there can be so much more.
You can have happiness and joy
There will be times of hope and awe
Don’t let negative emotions
Leave you wounded and raw.
Fight for your life
Fight for what you love
Fight to be happy
Just give yourself that shove.
Write about your ideal day using only imagery and sensory details. It is fine if it is fragmentary.
bibliomancy
redeeming the discarded
illumination
Found this photo
It was taken about 6 years ago
Was 19 or so
Was holding my new son
Felt like he was the one
My all
Wouldn’t change nothing
none at all
Just thing
Was in heaven
Holding my angel
Makes me think
Can’t wait to get home
And sit in heaven with my princeĀ
Looking at that photo
Reminded me
It is just me and him
No one else matters
As long as we have each other
Making it heaven
Just for me and him
Deserve it
Looking at this picture
Made a promise
Just thinking of my prince
Promised him a safer placeĀ
Like…
Heaven
My poinsettia has made it through two Christmases
now heading for a third.
A former editor used to fundraise for Rotary,
and I was sure to support them.
Back then they died before January was in full swing.
Was it Maine winters? The cold? The lack of light?
Here in Mayo, I’m to three plants in our front room.
Late June and they’re lush with velvet leaves and
tiny yellow cyathia.
Aldi, tell me, did you know your Christmas poinsettias
keep going…and going….and going.
Some days I forget to water. Am down to watering once
weekly.
Dried out soil, airy light pot quickly dampened
and BOO! They bounce back.
Last year’s are full, lush, upon the windowsill.
The one from the Christmas before has shed its leaves,
re-bloomed its yellow berries and scarlet leaves.
The cats have abandoned the fireside,
late June log burning,
tucked themselves deep within the duvet.
Hubby’s mashing ginger nuts, slicing out
one at a time from the pack stack.
Soon, he’ll nap.
Eyes too heavy to follow the print of his book.
Sated with food, fire, now words,
he’ll putt-putt a gentle snore while the
fire temperature guage reaches vertical
the flames hum and gyrate through the logs.
Summer firesides.
Soothe the soul.
compare and contrast
different yet similar
finding the sweet spot
bunny under foot
daylight yields once more to dream
cow over the moon