The Wall
There’s a wall
I create
and build up
around me.
People sometimes make
weak spots, and almost
tear it down,
but then
snide comments
words spoken behind
stiff shoulders,
and the wall is then covered
and repaired,
built up with steel.
Not Mine
Arms wrap around your middle,
lips caress your neck
Whispers turn your hair erect.
You melt into a soft body
and hands run up your back,
but they’re not mine,
not anymore.
Hood
She covered her truth in red
It was as her mother had said
To lead astray the lustful
However, she was distrustful
Of the hood that enveloped
And those habits it developed
It hid her, of course, saved much
But its effect was such
That she was reminded forever
She must not forget, ever
A wolf loomed hereabout
It spoke and it would shout
A crimson delight for the beast
As she carried her loved one’s feast
She knew her tale though
She knew the end so
“A woodcutter saved the little red”
We all know, we’re fed
All the stories that have run
The hood saved none, no one
So I wondered why hide so?
By Lord, we should by now know
Make no false defense, hide in no hood
If a wolf is to come, and that it would
No shield of your disbelief shall save you
It will reassure the cowards; true
But if I dare say
Shall you be a coward today?
2 pm Poem
Beautiful melodies sung by broken souls
From major to minor so quickly
Shattered persons with no goals
All feeling so very sickly
Our mother..
It never complains
We go down the lane
Sit under its shade
It never gets paid
Money is not its price
Now is the time when care should rise
She has given so much love
Can’t we give a gentle hug
We take all her fruits
So why can’t we water all her roots
She is our mother
Who gives us life
Due to our mother nature
We all survive…
1 pm Poem
He does make me feel wonderful
Like I’m riding a rollercoaster
And I’ve just hit the peak
Like the sun’s gone behind the clouds
And I can open my eyes completely
Like I’m throwing a frisbee
And it went perfectly straight without wobbling
Dreams Come True
A mighty blue castle
looms amongst the dark skies,
And children scream
as the thunder rolls in,
and a blinding flash
of lightning cracks the sky in two.
And there is waiting,
much waiting, for something
we are told to love.
It’s magic—We’re told
but sometimes I miss the simplicity
of home.
Silence
SILENCE.
In bold letters we must
scream for others to hear
our meager means!
No SOUND.
We yell for we hate
and with boisterous bickering tones,
the crowd dies
down.
The Taste of Summer
Honeydew and morning glory
Crackling heat
And scary stories
Hickory smoke
Grilled artichoke
Laughter,love,and smiles
Abound
That’s what summer tastes like