She stood ….at the window… pressing her finger tips against the pane
Skating down the street pavement… was a dog walking a man.
She grinned……sipping, happily,… the funny things in life
Soon after, a mother… hurriedly dragging her two year old to the pedestrian crossing…then slapped the toddler on his bottom… for crying
He threw himself to the ground and… shouted for his Dad!
She squirmed …‘How sad’
Obliquely opposite her position, painted a scene:
A man… gripped the head of his girlfriend,..planted a kiss on her
forehead and
spat in her face!
Then shouted “Get out of this place!”
The girl at the window pressing her damp fingers against the glass
She sobbed… only to hear…the turn of the door knob
Carla swung around and ran… to the open hands set before her
Without question warmth of affection,… stirred abundantly through her
Her Dad pulled the window and… leaned his head also
She stared
She smiled………nothing was a mess
She smiled…whilst viewing… the bird’s nest
She smiled…this sweet…
little child
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Wolves... "Sheep"
When I entered the room,
silent murmurs and whispers deafened alert ears
Though your mouths without movement
and your thoughts concealed
Your eyes never failing
glowed with gossip; motionlessly revealed
Or perhaps thoroughly evaluated for subsequent same
You approached calmly and my hands soiled with deceit
As they knit, a perfect fit
Almost swallowed this seemingly sincere bit!
Your lips dripping with false praise
Your shoulders pressed to mine
Simultaneously and skillfully
When I’m easily the prey
The next victim in line
From friend to foe
A fitting title for a seed you sow........!!
My spirit is strengthened, armor adjusted and my literary tongue
as sharp as the point of my pen
So ‘look out!' for I will be writing about you……
AGAIN
If that doesn’t help, just turn around
And you’ll see me
differently then!
silent murmurs and whispers deafened alert ears
Though your mouths without movement
and your thoughts concealed
Your eyes never failing
glowed with gossip; motionlessly revealed
Or perhaps thoroughly evaluated for subsequent same
You approached calmly and my hands soiled with deceit
As they knit, a perfect fit
Almost swallowed this seemingly sincere bit!
Your lips dripping with false praise
Your shoulders pressed to mine
Simultaneously and skillfully
When I’m easily the prey
The next victim in line
From friend to foe
A fitting title for a seed you sow........!!
My spirit is strengthened, armor adjusted and my literary tongue
as sharp as the point of my pen
So ‘look out!' for I will be writing about you……
AGAIN
If that doesn’t help, just turn around
And you’ll see me
differently then!
A New Birth
Lost in emotion, covered with reluctance
Cuddled by fingers which know every passing frozen ear and exposed cold teeth
Fingers gloved with residual wordless, soundless cries for warmth, thirst and rest
On a cushioned seat, every sound a thunderous reminder of the coming hour
Lost in emotion, cornered with reluctance, dipping in feign
Wishing it was rain!
To embrace the fraying strings of this soul to feel this place!
so bright; so light!
Or this place so bright; so light! to embrace the fraying strings of this soul?
Maybe nature would lend a healing hand and condescend
So that the light of inspiration blinds…………
My head guarded by this roof of no life, no mother,
repelling sound which
cannot be repeated
cannot be interpreted but certainly damaged until something or someone recognizes its purpose
Touch and make new again!
Like this soul
Cannot be interpreted but……
This world bears souls ravenously seeking that which exists
And that which fights for existence
I sit under these dotted skies
as its gleam weave these fraying strings to rope
Rope which cannot be damaged, destroyed or detached
A rope which sow this poetic piece
And harvested Venus’ Sheets
Cuddled by fingers which know every passing frozen ear and exposed cold teeth
Fingers gloved with residual wordless, soundless cries for warmth, thirst and rest
On a cushioned seat, every sound a thunderous reminder of the coming hour
Lost in emotion, cornered with reluctance, dipping in feign
Wishing it was rain!
To embrace the fraying strings of this soul to feel this place!
so bright; so light!
Or this place so bright; so light! to embrace the fraying strings of this soul?
Maybe nature would lend a healing hand and condescend
So that the light of inspiration blinds…………
My head guarded by this roof of no life, no mother,
repelling sound which
cannot be repeated
cannot be interpreted but certainly damaged until something or someone recognizes its purpose
Touch and make new again!
Like this soul
Cannot be interpreted but……
This world bears souls ravenously seeking that which exists
And that which fights for existence
I sit under these dotted skies
as its gleam weave these fraying strings to rope
Rope which cannot be damaged, destroyed or detached
A rope which sow this poetic piece
And harvested Venus’ Sheets
Sweet Woe'
Inhaling deeply the morning air, blended with the loquacious sounds of winged animals as their silhouette figures synchronized on calm waters
A luminous display of a well-known saying!
Alongside this blissful scene, carved this feminine soul
Callous and graceful stepping on luscious green grass, they too erect even after the trespassing of naked feet
A feeling provoked…….relived….yearning for the caress of masculine hands which spoiled once painful ankles and soar toes
A lasting scent like the sweet- stench lingering in the thick fabric of his clothes
Caught in the depths of this cocoa brown nose
Clinging to the senses of this soul; clad in white overalls which glided ,like a raft at sea,
on shapely secrets of a purposeful woman to be!
A mind taken back to a room where she first bathed in words of affection spilling from lips of switched religion!
Lips ONCE pressed gently against her cheek causing quivers and shakes in fierce revolt
Not knowing what this wretched world holds……
Her thoughts shook by the winds of time
Time which foresees…reveals and time which heals
Fourteen months have passed even the masqueraders have changed their colourful, crafted masks
The morning air now a viscious wind
howling, screaming and casting shadows-dwarfed;
to the mercy of the ceiling
She stepped as wilted leaves swarmed the path before her
To make clear the coming of her hidden WILL
With toes nestled in the ground, persevering throughout the pain, cold and flame
Echoed a voice from the ravages of the hills
“GOD LOVES YOU AND HE’LL KEEP YOU STILL”
A luminous display of a well-known saying!
Alongside this blissful scene, carved this feminine soul
Callous and graceful stepping on luscious green grass, they too erect even after the trespassing of naked feet
A feeling provoked…….relived….yearning for the caress of masculine hands which spoiled once painful ankles and soar toes
A lasting scent like the sweet- stench lingering in the thick fabric of his clothes
Caught in the depths of this cocoa brown nose
Clinging to the senses of this soul; clad in white overalls which glided ,like a raft at sea,
on shapely secrets of a purposeful woman to be!
A mind taken back to a room where she first bathed in words of affection spilling from lips of switched religion!
Lips ONCE pressed gently against her cheek causing quivers and shakes in fierce revolt
Not knowing what this wretched world holds……
Her thoughts shook by the winds of time
Time which foresees…reveals and time which heals
Fourteen months have passed even the masqueraders have changed their colourful, crafted masks
The morning air now a viscious wind
howling, screaming and casting shadows-dwarfed;
to the mercy of the ceiling
She stepped as wilted leaves swarmed the path before her
To make clear the coming of her hidden WILL
With toes nestled in the ground, persevering throughout the pain, cold and flame
Echoed a voice from the ravages of the hills
“GOD LOVES YOU AND HE’LL KEEP YOU STILL”
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