Cups For Each Other

​down frozen teeth

come foxes from your arm

eyes cloaked in red

Horses – Of Reasoning and Delight

As horses they come
From corners of the heart
Echoing thunders, in delight
Dimming, the dark of the night

As horses we go
Lost in high dust, of clouds
Leaving footprints larger, longer
Of those, which drummed on the heart
And they became men, pulling reins
On the back

Thorns

Every rose has its thorn
So they said

I felt those roses so
Bloom my love
Held on roots, of fears

Thought is a Bird

Thought is a bird
In these hands
Yet
Wings flapping

Thought is a bird
With one home
Yet
Seldom on same branch

Ideas, These

ideas, these
standing up, high
on the eucalyptus or coconut

Wheels We Are On

Legs, do we need
When our lives move on
On the wheels set by nature

Creepy Cups

those moments we hold
into our steel hard grip
people, clay cups in hand
to sip one’s tea in pleasure
and throw when worn out

Sorrows Embrace

What but the birds shrill song

The dog’s long howl

The babies screeching cry

Prickled fur of fear

Hollow ribs of the starved

Half Truth

half the world is busy
fitting things into their prejudices
rejecting the ‘misfits’
lauding when it ‘fits’

Choices

when thoughts collide
in an attempt to choose
unable to take a side
indecisions do confuse

Strange We Are

Strange, we are built
In our inner frame

Flower Our Desire

Poetry challenge: Sonnet poem.

 

Oh, so swoon the rains become our magic;

gray cloud cover speaks ominous tragic

cleansing. Spring is alive bursting rampant

As We Twine

As eyes soar high into a sky
In attempts to leave earth
As much as frogs aim to fly
A mistaken belief from birth

Self-Acceptance

As the earth spins around

Feelings atop a velvet moon

Speaking to sensations unbound

In the cosmos of God’s tune

I slip into another universe

Wearing one more pretension

Yet with my fears I traverse

Holding my scattered emotion

Happiness

Quelled by a shot of feeling

In a free fall to heaven

An existence beyond meaning

Energy of words flowing from my pen

A feeling tearing my darkness apart

Flying high above a mystical air

Tingling spikes of mirth as a dart

Making loneliness light to bear

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Slow steps
What was once
Considered the norm
Now seen as
Abhorrent
Crawling toward
Singularity