The popularity contestants, bloat, on mined heavy metals, and hot air balloons
A real penny for your thoughts
I listened attentively / the sounds wrapping fingers round my ears
A recital of music, / my sisters last concert of her course
I want to grab you and pull you close to me, rubbing your excitement all over myself
The bag is not irrelevant but it’s appearance, size and purpose is.
Inspired by life, and my love of Bertolt Brecht’s epic theatre and Constantin Stanslavski
to run along a white trimmed beach with / little yellow shells buried half in the sand…
The innocence of children playing on a beach. / Could we all still do it? We should all at least want to.
I did not know that I would call you Munchie… / Peanut Butter / Pumpkin Eater / Puff-a-lump / Or that I would dance with you, everyday / Sm…
Babies grow so very quickly. My son is no exception! It seems that he was just being handed to me like a little baby burrito, all red and squinty! Now I am planning his first birthday party…albeit 3 months in advance…but still!! This poem is for him of course. Though he grows fast, I have no regrets, because I truly savor our time together and that’s all you can do!
If you gave a little / And played a little / And offered your mind a little / And fuck it, thought to use your goddamn brain a little Th…
Frustration bordering on despair bordering on distraction. PS – this piece has nothing at all to do with ‘Nothing’ ;)
I can see flowers growing / Trees filled with leaves / I can see the beautiful leaves / Blowing in the breeze I can see children playin…
A headstone, / Mired in the bog, handsome / And stately, like the terrible / Flame that burnt in the mind.
Thoughts In My Everflowing Stream Of Consciousness…..
Right down the length of your shuddering spine
Sometimes the muse just wants to play with you. You should always let her. Otherwise she gets cranky; and that ain’t pretty.
Come with me / To the land / Where we can play / Hold my hand / When we get there / We’ll eat jelly beans / And we shall play out / All our d…
Thank you Vulcan!!! Please check out Vulcan’s other awesome artwork on the RB.
Don’t imagine / For one moment / That she was ever / Fooled / She was only / Playing dumb / Your little Pawn / Was having Fun / She wanted to wat…
You are a thousand volts to me…...
“I am brown. / Not uncommon. I am simple. Easily used, often abused.”
she follows insincerity / confuses illusions / haunting the lightened path / steps softly intruding / eluding / knowledge of the way / trees sh…
stars are falling from the sky, / the moon’s dissected, / the pieces of the pie are crumbling. sunlight’s gone, the sun has burnt black,...
Featured in Creative Writing And Poetry; Lifeline
CHANGE…..what a concept
Featured in Live, Love, Dream May 2009! I am honored, blessed and floored by this feature. Thank you so much!! Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” ~John 20:29 Choose Greatness…Choose GOD! When given the option for greatness in life, it’s easy to opt out time and time again, until it becomes a habit. “This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts, and he knows everything.” ~1 John 3:16-20
For each person counts in the sound they make / All are instrumental in shaping the future
This poem came from thinking about history and how it does often repeat and how we can make a difference, even if its through what we think, what lives in our hearts …
Why did he have to do / all those really nasty things / I hate it running down my legs / when I haven’t got a hankie
The rape of a 10 year old by a stranger, who had already been sexually abused for many years before / MCN: C11A5-04236-0B38F
turned kitchen things, like empty bottles / and broken springs / to floating castles and fairy wings
Piece of a happy space.
The howls of a storm cover the cries of a child / the wind steals their laughter / rain melts colours of children into puddles of grey
/ A wonderful pic and collaboration with Exposedbutloved / please check out her work I have been playing with this for a few weeks. / It was an offshoot and in a similiar vein to My Childhood Heroes poem. / As we get older and move on the world gets more stressful and serious. / When we venture back past the streets we grew up on or a familiar childhood event passes our thoughts it gets harder to remember our memories of play as children. / I hope the ghosts of your childhood are happy ones.
She saw him come for her. She lay in bed with widening eyes and saw his shape fill the doorway, knife extended.
A little story inspired from a conversation with a friend, and a 15min writing challenge, using the words ‘tattoo’, ‘flayed’ and ‘tarot’.
Elsewhere from here, in another time and place, / I answered to this once angered and bittered face; Inherently challenged to adhere to…
A play on words containing ‘ere’ (31 within)...
Would living care? It is like a Polar Bears existence The ice is melting and there is nowhere to land I have heard they have a w…
What will happen when they go? / I love my Polar Bears and I just woke up dreaming about them.
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