Tyranny: just go to bed
Ask yourself
If the tyranny
Be in your place
In your home
Your city
Your land
Your country
Your sea
Ask yourself
Then go to bed
See how you feel
when you look
In the mirror
In the morning
We will talk more then
Prompt for Hour Twenty Three
Write a poem using one of the phrases as your title:
Clown Car
Children Fled Like Moths
The Gypsy Curse
3 Am Pancakes
Inner Voices
Be careful how you speak to yourself!
That will never work;
you’ll look like a fool.
Don’t say that to yourself, you fool-
It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.
It is just the truth, you fool
Makes no difference whether I say it or not.
But if you say you’re a fool, you’ll always be a fool
Even if you’re only a fool for saying it.
I’d rather look like a fool who knew they were a fool
Than one under any delusions!
But you’re deluded if you think you’re a fool,
And you’ve just wasted twenty minutes arguing with yourself about it- you idiot!
Soul Searching
You want to understand me
You want to wipe my tears
But you can’t defend me
Until you taste my fears
Racing with the tempest
Barely catch my breath
But it keeps me laughing
I must confess
I want to catch that thunder
Hold it in my arms
Use it every midnight
For all it’s wicked charms
Come, come inside my soul
Come and see the pain
It’s just like dancing
Dancing in tempest rain
“At 14 Victoria Road”
The hesitant knocking
Disturbed his slumber.
Opening the door,
He looked at the woman.
“Can you help me?” was her plea.
“I just need someone to talk to.”
In astonishment, all he could say was,
“I’m sorry. I cannot.”
He closed the door on her tears,
Surprised at his callousness.
Recalling his decision years later,
He always wondered what became of her.
Thank you my friend ..
My eyes were open
Brain was tired
Thought I will lost
everything desired
The goal was near
View seemed blurred
I was about to quit
When my nose picked
An aroma so tempting
That I couldn’t sit
My hands felt the warmth
Lips tasted sweet
It was a strong coffee
Whom I often meet
Oh! my dear coffee
You are the best
If you are beside me
We win every quest…
Seasons Change: 6AM post
The morning is clear
the air is crisp
Summer is fading
for autumn’s arrival
Still about a month away
Leaves turn an array of colors
some sooner than others.
(xxii)
intransigents in this ‘relating’ to her –
stone-cold catacombs of her heart;
the tortuous maze that is her glance,
and a half-smile playing on lilac lips….
specious like his words of seduction.
#23, Silly
You.
You are my laughter.
Tickles and fart jokes.
Finger in my nose.
Fingers on my feet.
Making me squirm and shriek.
Laughter twinkles through the bedroom doors.
You hold me down and put your ass on my arm and rip one.
Gross boy.
24 year old child.
You make me giggle like a 5 year old.
Wrestling matches under the covers.
We accidentally punch each other. Or pinch each other. Or push each other off the bed.
Someone’s glasses go flying off their face.
You make me live again.
You are life. You refuse to let me dry up and become a prune.
But your god damn ass stinks!!
Heart Beat
I’m tired and by far completely
Drained of all the things that make me
But my pen
Bleeds and
Bleeds and
Bleeds
Until I can feel
Alive again
Lub Dub Lub Dub Lub Dub
Taking on the characteristics of a
Heart
Pounding life
Supplying the necessary oxygen everywhere
Lub Dub Lub Dub
But it’s just a pen
Bleeding
For me
Lub Dub
Giving life
When I can’t find a way
Lub——
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