All Poem’d Out

I have been awake for more hours than I can count on both hands, twice

What little sleep I got, wasn’t what I was expecting or hoping for

I wanted the…”my head hit the pillow and I was passed out in less than 2.1 seconds”

but instead

I laid there, with my eyes closed, listening to the poems trying to write myself in my head

Like needy children, crowding me, demanding to be heard

I wanted to give them all attention,

I wanted to write all of those words and send them off into the world

But instead, their buzz, the sound of them flying around

was the lullaby

that finally put me to sleep

 

 

Can’t Breathe

The emotion in which I felt as you sat beside me,

stroking my hand and speaking of our first times.

How I would smile and nod, reminiscing of us,

beloved heart of mine, whom I felt was running.

How the small dark fist of doubt lodged firmly,

Impossible to loosen as it unfurled, choking

away whatever hope lingered as your eyes

gazed at mine. And I knew this was it, the end,

we would have no happy ending my beloved one,

and then you slipped to one knee before me,

and something within me let loose.

Finally, my hope and doubt were free.

Dream Depth Dribblings

A new record! I am
writing with my eyes shut.

Inspiration, what time do you call this?
Soon I will be rising before the
sparrows,

or writing poems in my sleep;
dream-depth dribblings will be
scrawled on a page that can’t
be read with waking eyes.

But now sleeping and waking are
becoming ever more alike –

my writing resembles my dreams;
and dreams decorate my days.

Believe

Challenge your mind
Be kind
Learn to
Believe
When you release
Self-doubt
Love turns the corner
And
It shows
What you’re about
Dig deep
Find this
Belief
Inside you
Cause
I just
Found it
Felt it
And
I am going to possess it
It is the hardest word
When it comes to
Thy- self
And trusting
The truth
Within your own core
It’s the steps
Taken
Not the ones’
Forgotten
Leave me alone and
Trudge along
To a brighter future
And leave the past mistakes
Where they belong
In the shadow’s
Love is the light
And you own it
Love it when you
Experience
For the first time
You will shine
In the night
With glowing lights

Champagne Anyone

Hydranga

I celebrate

Completion

Companionship

Heroics

Lyrics

Everyone

Known

Unknown

Foxes

Dogs

Turtles

Butterflies

Transcendence

Hope

Love

Excitement

Satisfaction

Grace

Fellows

Sisters

Alpha

Omega

Reflections

Joys

Gratitude

Memories

Family

Friendship

Hurrah

Hallelujah

Amen

 

 

Sleep

waking up for routine of the day

doing all jobs and all necessary matters to accomplish everything

reaching into its peaking point

feeling tired and weary

an invitation to slumber

a bed so inviting

a sleeper weary and tired entered to sleep mode

fast asleep

 

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The sleeping waking dream

For my parents.
Jeannie Workman McMaster: 1920-1994
William Robert McMaster: 1918-1995

Poem 24!!!

They died.
But I remained.
I walked the land they worked.
Remembering the lives we led:
All gone?
I found them in the soil, the sky:
Alive, each season’s turn.
I blossom now.
And grow.

(c) Anne McMaster 2015

22. What is love?

love and bible

Love is patient and kind,

Why is there violence?

Love does not envy and not boast,

Why is there greed?

 

Love is not proud and is not rude,

Why do we allow hostility?

Love is not self-seeking and is not easily angered,

Why do we allow aggression?

 

Love keeps no record of wrongs,

Why do we not forgive?

Love rejoices with the truth,

Why do we lie?

 

Love protects, perseveres, and hopes

Love to be loved!

 

(Biblical Allusion I Corinthians 13:4-5)

From Poems, Thoughts and More

OUR FLAG

HOUR TWENTY THREE

POEM #23

24 HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

OUR FLAG

Stars and stripes forever,

Our enemies never.

A background of blue,

Stars always in view.

May it fly high,

Touching the sky.

Sing loud and clear,

Give America cheer.

America strong and great,

Flying over every state.

If our flag got tore,

In battle or war.

It could forever be found,

Flying high not on the ground.

All enemies beware,

With pride we care.

Our flag flies high,

Touching the sky.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-14-2015