Mid way
mid way up the leg I found something to stand on, then I froze… ughhh fear.
The Christ
I see a confused people
In need of a love only I can give
I know the heart is wicked
Appearances mask the filthy puss filled wounds of sin
I hear the sweet words spoken of a friend
Who readily transformed into my enemy
30 pieces of silver
Paid to deliver me into the hands of my killers
“Hosanna” the week before
“Just Die” today
If they only knew this is why I came
The perfect sacrifice, covering and cleaning
All guilt, hurt, and shame
The deliverer and Savior to the masses
I, Jesus Christ, did and will come again
Life of dog – Hour 5
Wake up
Stretch
Jump of bed
Stretch
Go to kitchen
Wait
Wait
Wait
I hear something!
Footsteps
My person!
Nuzzles
Scratches
Nuzzles
Scratches
Fridge door opens
Food is coming!
Chase tail
Bark!
Chase tail
Bark!
Wag tail
Look up with adoring eyes
Food placed before me
Eat!
All at once
As fast as possible
Scarfing
No time for breaths
Scarf
Scarf
Scarf
Scarf
Lick
Lick
Lick the bowl clean
Lick again
Just in case
Amped
Food in my belly!
Happiness
Blonde Hair and Red Lipstick (Poem 5/24)
Why can’t I remember my lines?
Ugh. I can’t do this today.
I’m a good actress. I know I am.
Aren’t I?
I just want to go back to bed.
These roles. I know I can play something better.
But it earns money…I don’t care about money.
I want to be taken seriously!
Ugh. Now they are knocking on the door.
Time to get ready and give them what they want.
Suck it up girl.
Give them what they want. Always what they want.
Lights,
Camera,
ACTION!
I Wonder
I often wonder what she does
Everyday all the time
In her room
Never coming out to play
Or run barefoot on the grass
Just typing always pounding
No breaks no tea time
Well except when there’s no sun
Pantoum of my Resolve
I will not falter from my resolve
As the storm looms ever closer
It will break, crush, and tear asunder
Fear will not cauterise into my heart
As the storm looms ever closer
Bravery may be a fool’s errand
Fear will not cauterise into my heart
I will not go quietly into the storm
Bravery may be a fool’s errand
It will break, crush, and tear asunder
Every ounce of my being cries out to stay..to fight
I will not falter from my resolve
Poem #5
How can light take so many forms?
Growing greens beneath our feet,
tanning or burning our skin,
casting shadows that grow as the evening stretches onward.
And there’s always the saying, ‘without light there is no darkness’ and vice versa.
As equals though,
why is it that one can seem so much more powerful than the other?
When you step outside, and your eyes are blinded by the glare.
Or when you’re in your room at night,
and the darkness appears to creep towards you in tendrils,
reaching for your exposed heart and soul,
waiting for the opportunity to crush you into dust.
But with the flick of a switch,
those demons in the corners of your eyes can disappear in an illuminating flash.
………
Although he was comfy is the hammock of his beliefs
she chose herself, the comfort of another, to feed her relief….
V.Sky
Spoken Words
They often perplexed me as a child.
You spoke barely detectable words.
My ears feasted upon their marrow.
You served many delectable words.
I internalized each syllable.
You taught purely respectable words.
Granny, Thanks for the compendium.
You gave highly collectable words.
by Karen Sullivan
Form: Ghazal
Higher Calling
Soul hidden behind clouds
Vibrations lift sounds
People around
Lines zip
Crowns
Further upward
In life
Human strife
Gone