Hour Six Haiku
Stickers in my feet
Sweat beading up and rolling
Soul soaring, heart sings.
Timing keeps me honest (poem #6)
What a shock. I was feeling pretty cute
Until I tried on last year’s bathing suit
So painful. Where can I go hide?
“I’m feeling sick,” I said. (I lied.)
Prompt 6
Its hard being vulnerable
No one wants to give the world too much
unless its pretend
only then
would you have nothing to lose
I loved him and that love never seemed to go away
it was just scarred
a hard love
thick and unforgiving
but it was still there
coarse and rough
yet it still remained
Our daughter’s naivity reflects in her eyes
her gaze searches for more
what all can she gather in those
eyes of wonder and surprise
searching for love
and I wonder if the one day will come
when all that she wants
is to see her father for that first time
A Pastoral Scene
A Pastoral Scene
Though I know not their names
nor the colour of their wings,
I hear their songs
brighten up every morn —
trills and echoes
amid the trees.
The vegetable terace,
beloved of slugs and snails,
flush with runner beans and onions,
raspberries and blackcurrants
garlic in the greenhouse
blackberries behind the shed.
Cows in the field,
black and white choir of tenor voice,
glaring at the Usk Way walkers
traipsing up the track
as they listen to my poems
and keep an eye
on my father
trimming the hedge
from their side.
Hour 6 : Love with plucked respite
Your soft voice
In each bleeding-heart flower
In each timber
Can I envision this love?
Come into light darling
Take a pew with me
Grope me tightly,
Everlastingly…
Our prefect reflection
On petal and lawn
You pucker up
Your play footsie
Forever my love
Forever your love
In our heart,
Together and constantly
Let’s put down roots
What happens on our way?
We will take a stand
Though our love should go on…
I Left My Heart in Your Teeth
and here’s what they won’t tell you about leaving: villains don’t press their sweating scalps into pillows, desperate for sleep, eyes pricked open by the gathered dust of that day, pulse hammering too fast into the future (anywhere better than here/now/him/then), skin braced against fingers that grope, insistent in the night. And here’s what finally broke my hope open—I wear a strange curtness; carry fright like a badge, resigned to the thought of you that follows me, cage to cage.
An old flame
maybe moths know
the candle will kill them
but they’re just so tired
of searching
for the sun. maybe I knew
that girl would never love me
back but her hands
were still her hands and her
eyes still looked like stars
and when she said she wanted
to die, I wanted to go
with her.
“Six – Sly Boots”
Sics his brute dog, Sly Boots does, and he smiles
when all the children scream and run about.
Mails the bill, Sly Boots does, and he grins
when he gets both the goods and money back.
Sly Boots, the killer, spreads his webs and whiles,
and when the fly is trapped, oh, how he’ll shout.
Sly Boots, the temptress, spreads her other things
and captures those whose needs assuage her lack.
Oh, so many traps to keep us worried.
Oh, so many ways to pin a lie.
Oh, so little need for all the poison.
So much need for living life unhurried.
Sly Boots, Sly Boots, please, let your anger die.
Its nicer out here with us in the sun.
Doubt
Random prompt 2015 Poetry Marathon Prompt 23
Did i made something wrong
commendable act indeed
something in the lingering mind
looking beyond the walls of illusions
sizing up again and again
look in the eyes
shadow of doubts prevailing
walking the path to nowhere
amazing be amused
lingering doubt beholding
unfolding beyond the existence
belong no more
Hour 6 – Everlasting Love
O my spring!
Every moment with you is a wild ecstasy
I have nothing to cascade, but volume of;
For every warm, for ever painting; for every young, passion of love
To wed peace and pleasure while smacking palms
With a slimy bliss for unforgettable duration…
O my all in all!
I have nothing to present, but a beaker of wine
With delicious taste and matchless kind of blissful pleasure
Let us satiate our love
At the brim with winking beaded bubbles of wine
Till the last drop of unfathomable measure…
O my mellow soul!
Even you can’t perceive my numberless mirth
For being my part like a hemisphere of earth
All my seasons within you are dwell
Ring them darling, with melodious bell
Want to frame you in galaxy of flowers
To gaze you, my bosom, hours by hours.