Isn’t life a gift?
Eyes left burnt with smoke filled tears
Killing them with love
SMOKE FILLED TEARS (HAIKU)
My Midnight – Poe-Estory
Needing validation from some man
Any man
Wanting to be someone’s biggest fan
While my mind ran wild
Reminiscing about the boys I was attracted to as a child
The excitement that ran thru me was too intense to describe
There was this one particular guy that gave me this awfully strange vibe
And yes!
I was wide open for him
With his big back and size 9 brown Tim’s
He said, with his dark juicy lips
I stood there with attitude with my hands on my hips
He said
“girl you so pretty I just had to let you know, can I take you to dinner or maybe a show”
I was mesmerized by his smooth dark skin
My defenses wanted to say no but I knew the softness in me would win
I went home nervous and filled with fear
My heart wouldn’t stop pounding and on top of that I had absolutely nothing to wear
There was a war going on in my mind that my heart wasn’t trying hear
I decided to call him and tell him I couldn’t go
He picked up the phone, I guess caller ID and said, please don’t tell me no
I was in a panic could this really be
Could this handsome man really like me
We went to dinner and of course a show
I wasn’t sure what to expect I really didn’t know
I stared at him gently and thought
I don’t know how anyone can tell this man no
Women they stopped and stared
I cut my eyes at those broads like don’t even dare
This man was handsome and OH SO FINE
And just for tonight Mr. Chocolate was all mine
The men they whispered
“Dame she’s a dime”
He tipped the waiter and said
“Bring us the finest wine”
The restaurant was nice and yes full of talk
I got up and excused myself with my oh so sexy walk
The men they eyed and said dame who is she
My midknight turned around and said.
“Oh she’s with me”
We laughed and talked and got to know what each other liked
I was so nervous ‘cause everything felt so right
Meanwhile I was filled with fear
The night was almost over and I was really, really scared
Was he like the others would he try to get me in his bed
He looked at me, said goodnight, and kissed my hand instead
That was really different, that I couldn’t take
All thru the night my thoughts I would awake
This man had me shook with his manly ways and his oh so serious look
There came a day he said
“We need to talk seriously”
That was the day I said yes and became his wife to be
Remember in the beginning when I was tempted to say no
Well it’s been 55 years and I’m glad he made me go
Imagine 55 years with just one man
I’m proud to say he still loves me and I’m still his biggest fan
“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 77 Melody, Another Gary Oldmanism, & Monty Python’s Hats
Here I am again a character in Grimms World (: if you haven’t read any of these journals about a dude called Wall Grimm I suggest you do it is very interesting. I am Melody based on “My Avatar” series Poetry form.
“MIST” By Sage and Me (Poetry W/ Audio)
I wrote this poem with Sage at http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/ in order to help Hasty celebrate her first year of blogging, http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/04/09/help-me-celebrate/
Congratulations Hasty!
We moved through the dark
Like mist unseen
Dimming the visions
Blinding, serene
And yesterday I cried
Because..
Our love was mangled between this mist
As the fog caressed my burdened hips
Where we stood on unsolid ground,
The sound
Of words screeched through your lips
Beyond the fields, side by side
Empty of remorse
Full of pride
Hiding from what appeared to be a goodbye
But was the beginning of a break through
I want to taste you
And even pride won’t keep me from this hunger
Excerpt: Beyond the dry grass By Seanbidd ( Feature Poet)
The music’s still playing as her feet walk out to the sea,
At the fringe of a life time, as her lips whisper to the breeze,
Does the world turn this calm, or’s it the slow rush of the sea,
Follow me out here, follow me deep
DEATH ROW
13 ‘0 clock was where my watch stopped
Living pass my hour glass
Repeating this mantra
This cannot be it
What happens after the brand new car, fancy job, the friends, published books and the degree I always wanted?
I ain’t happy and my thoughts lately have been…THIS CANNOT BE IT!
TAKE A PEEK INSIDE MY BOOK…
IF YOU FOLLOW ME YOU ALREADY KNOW THE CONTENTS.
IT’S ALWAYS NICE TO MAKE SOME MONEY OFF OF WHAT I WRITE (:
I Love this poem!
JILTED DREAM (POETRY)
Ain’t no fun when the duck got the gun
Like Lauryn Hill said
“You might win some but you just lost one”
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
I pray your pain is continuous
I want my wrath to be verminous
Nobody wins in this
Yea, I’m taking you on this tragic ride
I wanted to tie you up
Drag you to the Susquehanna River and drown you
But God may have gotten clever and baptized you
And I want you on the other side
My pain will never subside
You a damn lie
Always complaining about how hard you tried
And now I’m running
You pissed me off
Played me for soft now look what it cost
You better pray that your soul ain’t lost
I know you feeling cold
And it would give me great pleasure to watch your body mold
Yea your girl is cold
You wound me up tight
Caught you off guard no way to prepare for this fight
No recess or resets, we ain’t on set
Should have known you was no good the moment we met
Too late for apologies ‘cause you’re dead to me
The red looks good to me
You done released the CRAZY in me
I got your wife tied up in the basement just so she can look at me
Y’all took too much from me
I had to kill both of you and it’s destroying me
But I wake up and realize it wasn’t real
I’m too soft, and it just ain’t in me to kill
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