Robots
I am programmed
With words that I say
Over and over.
You are programmed
With questions that you ask
Again and again.
Eleventh Post: Ten
Ten
1: Meeting
We met over ten years ago,
Very different people,
Not knowing this was the beginning
Of our greatest journey.
We met, and then, we had to leave
But too late
A die had been cast,
Our lives now entwined.
2: The First Year
We have been a pair now
For almost 10 years,
Starting as two separate people,
Slowly edging together,
Becoming one married couple.
At first we fought against it,
Used to our independence.
But the call of fate was stronger
And we moved, unknowingly, to its tune.
3: Year Two
Days turned to weeks,
And months to years,
As we spent more time together,
The distance between us now an obstacle,
Rather than a nice distraction
Against going too far, too quickly.
4: Year Three
By now we knew,
This was real,
And so combined our lifes.
One flat, two copies
Of favourite books and CDs.
5: Engagement
On my birthday, you proposed,
High above the earth
As we glided on the London Eye.
Joyful tears with a backdrop of rain.
6: The Big Day (part 1)
Nothing ever goes quite to plan,
And this was some arrangement.
We rearranged the seating thrice,
For everything just right –
Even found the perfect vases
For lilies in purple water.
We wanted something personal,
With poetry and prayers,
And friends and family around us,
In a ceremony we had planned.
A string quartet the final touch
For waltzing down the aisle.
To be the centre of attention
Was a lot of fun,
We felt very loved
And very proud,
As we showed off shiny
New rings.
7: The Big Day (part 2)
Then followed a party,
With some unusual picks
On our wedding music list
And some more classic hits.
With an Jewish dance,
Where I was twirled round and round,
I laughed so hard
When my feet hit the ground.
The food was delicious,
The cake chocolate and rich,
And everyone had fun,
All said and done.
8: Honeymoon
Breath-taking Alaska
On board a luxury cruise-ship.
With just one small problem –
At some point, we had to leave!
9: Afterwards
Is it different, everyone asked,
As we returned to the same flat,
The same jobs, same lives.
Yes, I had to reply,
Unable to stop smiling
At my brand new husband
As I tried the ‘h’ word out,
For the twentieth time that day.
10: Ten
Ten years it’s almost been
Since you entered my life,
Changed it completely,
For the better.
Now I know who I am,
And I am your partner,
Your wife, your equal.
Your soul-mate.
Poem 12 (Last One For Half Marathon)
I need you
I’m drowning
Yet you swim by
I’m bleeding
Yet you run past
I’m bullied
Yet you look away
I’m hurting
Yet you keep going
I need you
Awakening
Today I read words I had never heard before the end of the page caused me to gasp for air it was refreshing caused my mind to race creative juices flowing like Niagra Falls. Drowning never felt so good I was submerged in the possibilities my pen,pad and mind had in front of them then I realized the miracle of how precious being a poet is. Anything can trigger a masterpiece a thought or even an awakening.
Good Bye
This time in your Arizona desert
I pry open that brushed gold container,
then cut the bag, careful not to spill.
I sort through your chalky ashes.
I see no bones. I recognize no bits.
But the Sedona breeze stirs us both.
The contraband candle flickers to reveal our secret.
Sissy, remember our hello?
You yelled at me when I lit the toilet paper on fire,
but gave me your Bic because I didn’t burn myself.
The water rushed through my mind i was on a deck not cards that was to risky of win or loose draw or fold i only wanted the night air to deck me and the water fall to be so loud that every stranger walking by gave a moment of time i could engage them this way allow them to stimulate the convo i had much more to share i needed more than every hour i think I needed 15mins every 15mins i was always told that I indulged in center of attention thats the truth no that’s there view the truth is I do but at certain times i choose the deck for height but the waterfall i honestly choose that for silence see I don’t always need to be seen oh wait I forgot about the strangers the ones I wanted to see me…
The Consuming and Raging War of The Poetics
Part XII
after admitting to myself
that if I didn’t let go of the alcohol,
it would swallow me,
as it had swallowed him,
as I swallowed it…
I prayed upon a wood,
an August sky uncharacteristically cool and stormy,
I prayed that God have mercy on my drunk soul,
I prayed that He give me strength to love my husband,
soberly and with strength.
I approached the patio doors,
the clock reflected 9:20 at night,
my husband was passed out on the floor,
he must have tripped over the laundry basket –
there he slept,
tangled in clean clothes and a white plastic basket;
I didn’t try to rouse the bear,
I stumbled to bed – dizzy and alone.
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 7:00 PM
Husband and Wife
They live in
Perfect harmony
She with her almond eyes
And pouty lips
He with his broad chest
And bald fade
They love to play together
Today they are
Playing tennis
In the city park
Laughing,grunting and running
The clunk of the racket
Causing the ball to soar
Elates them
They live in
Perfect harmony
And they are always smiling
Take the Stairs- Poem 11- Half Marathon
Take the Stairs- Poem 11th- Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid
Mount the stairs one by one or
Tackle many, if it can
Be done.
Change perspective
Change the view
Change your beliefs and
What defines you.
One step forward,
One step back and
Still moving forward.
That’s a fact!