Betrayed

Shuddering, I sat helpless while they
Twisted my words
Lied about me

Vulnerability

a size-too- small

turtleneck

clinging to my skin

compressing my chest

leaving my contours

in stark relief

exposed

I become

Tears

Saline expressions

of ancient grief

crystalline drops

quiver

rest briefly

before slow roll down

WORD FLOW

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

deficit spending

causes cash flow problems

no money in the bank

Poison Ivy

—Don’t
—Don’t scratch!
It’ll spread. —No, it won’t.

Elusive Warmth

Here I sit
At my desk
Painfully
Giving birth
To another poem.

CAGED

Barbed walls
To which i cling..
Desperate calls
Flapping my wings..

Cant you see
My desire to fly?
I so wish to flee
In An open sky..

Look Not on the Thorns

Be not afraid of my mean features.
You have them too, you know.
Our friendship includes pain
Not unexpected,

Wall

When I was sick and in such pain,
You hurt me over and again.
You had to have your daily thrill,
Came into me against my will.

Slow(er)

As we walk our backs are low, our hearts pointing into our guts,
roll and hardened into seashells, gripped inside, the soft parts threatening
to spill onto the carpet.

We are not being defeated by malice – just absent-minded greed.
The foundation is removed brick by brick beneath our reddened soles.

Last Gate

I know that I forgot to love you.
I know that I forgot to sew back on the sleeve.
I know that the arm that is now bare, and bears the marks,
forgot to extend, grasp, and lift he.

I am aware that I was born.
I am aware I am less than what was allotted to me.
I am aware that I caused great harm,
that I never granted explanation to she.

Tonight

 

Tonight,
let gravity
bring me down

Tonight,
leave my soul
to drown

Devout

Inspired by S.K. Nicholas prose piece Sweetheart

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I have worn my armor

so devoutly

buckled on thick titanium plates

donned my Templar helm

until only eyes

only mouth

were visible

The Eyes Series: The Storm of the Eye

There’s a storm
that resides in her eyes –
swirling, blowing –
destroying inwardly

Origami

I cannot

Be broken

Twice

But life is

Doing its damn best

Pain

If you only knew
the amount of pain
that runs deeply through
my every vein
and into my heart
shaking my soul
tearing me apart

I Cry in Hearts

i cry in hearts

they fall into

my open palms

slipping gently between

my cupped fingers

Seeking Balance

Could not walk

Toe to heel

Balance lost

Not found

Lost her footing

And a little of her

Nerve

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The attraction
Cold, unyeilding
Gliding over skin
Red tide slowly
Seeping out,

Love Scars & Shipwrecks

by Debbie

      

Being shipwrecked on an island, standing alone in the sun

I realize the waves keep coming in one by one.

When you first left my life, it ripped a hole in me.

Funny it was huge to me but no one else could see.

Reflecting

credit: flickr.com

Often we stop what we are doing to reflect
Thoughts seem to roam like a grazing cow
Looking back at some detail or event passed
We might ask our self who, what, why or how.

God is…

 

   

When the storm clouds are all around me, and there seems no place to hide

My soul cries out to Jehovah God and I reach deep down inside.

For it is deep inside my soul I find provision everlasting

Knowing Jehovah Jireh is always ready to provide.

POEM: January Fifth

On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Twelve Drummer Drumming… January 5th is the “Twelfth Day of Christmas.”

Source: Twelfth Day of Christmas

POEM: January Fourth

On the eleventh day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Eleven Pipers Piping… January 4th is the “Eleventh Day of Christmas.”
Source: Eleventh Day of Christmas

melancholy

silver and steel
weeping sad notes
saying out loud
what’s stuck in my throat.

POEM: January Third

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Ten lords-a-leaping…
January 3rd is the “Tenth Day of Christmas.”
Source: Tenth Day of Christmas

a decade of decadence descends;
indulging indolent lords lounging,
are unmoved by the wasted waists
of expanding overflowing belts.

we who gloriously feasted our whole lives,
filling our faces on sweet fluffy nothings;
and still we wonder why our hearts burst;
bleeding seeping regret out every orifice.

POEM: Amusement

On the ninth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: nine ladies dancing… January 2nd is the “Ninth Day of Christmas.”

Source: Ninth Day of Christmas

Nine ladies dancing entice and evoke,
they slip betwixt groves of olive and oak;
encircle me in triplets and triads;
amuse and delight dyads of dryads.

POEM: January First

Poetry challenge: New year poem.

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On the eighth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: eight maids a-milking… January 1st  is here bringing a new year…

Source: Eighth Day of Christmas

Time has fled ahead,
slipping away again.

POEM: December Thirty-First

On the seventh day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Seven Swans-a-Swimming… December 31st  is here and so this is the “Seventh Day of Christmas”…
Source: Seven Swans

If I gifted you with seven swans
would you indulge me for the week?
Swimming in sensual serenity,