Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little
Poetry
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Appearances
She looked like a serene angel, glowing in the depths of rancid hell. Smooth alabaster high brow, swathe of dark hair falling neatly across her slim shoulders. Dark leather straps barely holding together the shimmering fall of white south silk dress, faintly gleaming with woven threads of real gold. But it was her eyes that…
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Poem: Fragile Rainbows
They say, haven’t you learnedYour lesson? Don’t go paintingSunny rainbows on storm drenchedClouds, you will only get hurt.There are days when I envy theSoft blanketed fireside comfort and wishI could curl up next to the cat, holdingThe book everyone says is just soAmazing but I know I can’t.There are rainbows to be paintedAnd dreams to…
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A white picket fence
Yes, I wanted a white picket fenceBeside a pretty little garden so sweetWith honeysuckle and rosemary and jasmine bloomsA darling little cottage full of dreams.I’d read about them in books I foundWith tales of castles, dragons and geniesI wanted those too, just as muchFabulous hidden treasures and enticing distant journeys.I didn’t know what it took…
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A Breath
In a mere breath, a moment, a blink of timeYou reduced grand love, passion and truthTo a shuffling of paper, bricks and mortar,Sweaty palms, deceptive lies, and moral character.As though eternity could be chopped up into tiny bitsAnd measured by a clock, silently tick tock.Or a tap seek to control the flow of an oceanOr…
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Poem: Picket Fence Dreams
Yes, I wanted a white picket fenceBeside a pretty little garden so sweetWith honeysuckle and rosemary and jasmine bloomsA darling little cottage full of dreams.I’d read about them in books I foundWith tales of castles, dragons and geniesI wanted those too, just as muchFabulous hidden treasures and enticing distant journeys.I didn’t know what it took…
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Poem: Do I exist
In the skin I feel over the sinews that moveIn the lights that flicker just past my eyesIn the relationships that bind meThe lies you repeat and I believeThe space I occupy,The air that rushes insideThe bits and bytes of cyberspaceThe endless ticking of timeThe first thought that opens my mindOr the last despairing cry.In…
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Time – That Pious Bitch
Another year has almost passedAnother eternity went by so fastFrom who I was and what I didTo what is gone and what remains. And I learned painfully againYou can say the bravest thingsCount your virtues righteouslyConvinced you know all your sins. Time just laughs, that pious bitchRemorselessly yet once moreYou’ll do the things you did…
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Why can’t you see?
Diamond dust sparkled like rainDrifting softly over miniature lanes.Winding through rows of cozy homesWindows through which warm lights shone.Tiny dads and tinier momsSmile incessantly all day longAs little kids sedately sitEat broccoli as if they like it.Softly glowing, jewels encrustedVelvet pillow, lushly tuftedIn proudly shining golden sheenWith me as beloved cared for queen. But look,…
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Perfect Fictions
Lie to me, my love, once again,So that once more I may pretendTo be young, in love, and oh so sillyHope and dream and really believe.Hold out your hand again and vowEarnestly, passionately do not allowAny doubts, any remnants of sanity.Once more, my love, lie to me.Let us, once again, hold hands,And in sweet spring,…
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Poem*: Me, Not Me
Do you see me?Past the curve of my eyelid,The turn of my lips,My hair unbrushedUp in a careless twist.Do you track the moon’s pathWith the mood swings?Decide to be patientCalm, and loving?Do you hear the words?And know what they mean?Do you ever see the anguish?That lies just beneath.Do you see the marksOf the days passing?Can…
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In me the river flows is set of poems that describe the complex layers of betrayal and grief to resolute determination, with calm pools of compassion through it.
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