18~17
At THE Circus
The orange man
Storms right out
He rants and raves
Throws his weight about
The rest of the world
Watches the show
Duh Duh Duh
duh~duh~duh
Duh Duh Duh DUH
duh duh Duh~duh~dudda
Dope!
Becoming
Poem 7
Becoming
Talking
Drinking
Hanging
Riding
Laughing
Sharing
Eating
… forming strings
…. tying knots
… making memories
….. my God!
What have we become?
Tea
A drink that brings serenity
Boiled water steeps the fragrant leaves
Chai the spiced and milk emboldened tea
Delectable teas all varieties
Even eggs can benefit from a bath in tea
From flavors of tea bold to light
Green are the leaves of vegetal teas
Healthy and happy and herbicide free
I choose this drink as my brew lemon free
Before Darkness
Before darkness
in summer
there is a hush
that settles like dust motes.
In the distance
cars hum quietly,
their cones of light leading the way.
A lone lawnmower buzzes,
as if to cut the light short.
Children’s voices are muffled
as they emerge from a pool.
A sprinkler cuts an arc
across the lawn, relieving its thirst.
Before darkness
in summer
there is a sense of privilege
of unending days.
Lines form for ice cream,
moths darting at the neon sign.
Couples walk along the beach,
their feet in the lapping waves.
People sit on dimly-lit porches,
sharing stories of summers long past.
Beach towels are hung on railings and lines,
haphazardly telling the day’s adventures.
Before darkness
in summer
There is a mystery
that only the stars can see
as the world slowly exposes itself
just before sleep.
Eve T. Remillard
Leather, High Heels, And Pink Panties…
Grabbing at any thread of faith
silouhettes wandering aimlessly
Acceptance like a shriveled prayer shawl
mirrored soul never meet
Beauty of a fractured mind
writing poems about you
My mask is heavy like a Gladiators
snore up to the heavens
Awake Jesus, I don’t care
lust is my master
Flow deep baby,as the sea
season after season
My scars are everywhere
tick-tock Baby Love
To love an enigma
parade my body
Through Missouri winds
revoluton to free my heart
Follow ghosts down broken streets
you look like coke to me
I scream and nothing comes out
manchild pretty
Her shadow walks inside his heart
Chihuily,nice.
poetry soothes me
Lights,actions, camera
You’re on in
3,2,1…
Poem for My Sunshine (2017)
She makes me smile easily
I love the sound of her laugh
She loves unconditionally
She has a tender heart
She is not average
She is a superhero
Saving my life every day
With her kindness and love
She is not like us
She far surpasses our ability
To exist, to love, to see the world
For all the beauty that it holds
My life would be empty without her
Cloud Mountain (prompt 18)
In the movie the girl stands
On a bridge over infinite clouds.
Below, a vast chasm.
The stones are cold
Under her hands, but there is sun
On her face and she closes her eyes.
A memory slides into focus.
Grandmother telling a story,
A story of a princess
Who sacrificed herself for love.
She leaped from the bridge of sighs
And turned into a snow white bird
Who lived forever flying among
The white clouds with her love.
The girl sighs.
She knows the only way to be
with her lover is to dive in.
Did he become a bird,
Waiting for her in the clouds below?
Without hesitation she climbs
Onto the stone wall and jumps.
Her arms go out, her legs spread out,
Her shirt fans out like white wings.
She falls into the waiting clouds,
A serene look on her face.
Gone forever.
Tea
Without the fluids see
I get those migraines
But I won’t drink plain water
I tried and carried a jug for months
Always still half full at twilight
Way too many migraines
Any one of my ten
Classrooms has tea stains on the carpet
I clutch this grown up sippy cup or
Put it down
Knock it over
Leave it precarious
My mind is with the kids you see
This district allows
Personal appliances
So my 1.5 liter water heater is
Handy
And the drawer full of teabags
A serious compromise from
Hand picked organic loose leaf and infusers
But see let’s not be nuts about such things
At least not at work
After real tea in Japan
No paper baggies and thread
Do the trick for my ritual
Blessing
Though at school I admit
I can hold my tippy sippy in both hands
Sneak in a quick prayer for patience or with luck
Gratitude
Quaff a warm, soothing draft that
Hides a bittersweet smile
See I can’t
Keep a straight face around the kids.
Walking dead on a cloudy mountain
I walked through the woods on a foggy mountains with no where to stop.
I came across a big bear with hungry cubs in tow,
I begun to slow down and hid behind a humongous rocks.
I stopped breathing, so no one could hear me and the only way
To save my life from those hungry scavengers.
I didn’t know that it took them so long to stay close to where I am.
My brain started protesting, to pump more oxygen and
Pretending I played dead for more than an hour and my heart stopped,
I’ m brain dead now.
Nightmares terrorized my whole being and the chase won’t stop now,
Hallucinating from fear of death.
I am a walking dead among the maze of Forrest wood and the dark foggy night, lost my way out
Out of the cloudy mountain.
#6 tea
i wish you were here,
so i could tell you to bring milk, full cream.
i can’t drink tea without it.
how could i, sip just ruby, hot water
by itself.
any more than i can live
by myself.