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Wildflowers

Wildflowers
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

I think people get lost sometimes
Even with all of their brilliant light

But I’ll hold onto the you I know
Through all of space and all of time

And women, we are so smart and strong
And capable

And I see that you can make it through
All on your own

So, I’ll just be there waiting
I’ll be the first to tell my old friend, hello

May you find yourself again
Where the wildflowers grow

Written February 18, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

Clerihew Number 2 - King Charles 1.

King Charles the first
Was considered the worst
So they cut off his head
Till he was dead.

My Favorite Mystery Books

Characters emerge
Gripping my mind with fear
My heart now pounding

Dream Catching

If I could catch my dreams
All the ones that made me smile,
I would wrap them in a memory
And save them for a while.

Perhaps that small Pacific isle
It was nineteen ninety two,
The sun, the sand, and palm trees
The beach and me and you.

There was that cabin in the woods
Snow capped mountains all around,
We slept before the fires flame
Quiet nights without a sound.

London first, then on to Paris
Notre Dame and then the Louvre,
Wonders up and down the Seine
None more wondrous than you.

Wildfires

your life,
was like a night game
played out in the rain...

your love,
like fabled moths
flying to the flame...

your heart,
like a songbird
trapped in a gilded cage...

your soul,
a wounded animal
twisted in pain and rage...

your eyes, spoke to me
of the tiniest desire,
as you ran out of speech...

reaching out and touching
just one precious being
to set both our souls on fire...

Target Practice

I was with a woman
some time ago, who wore her love
like a pistol on her hip.

With her suspicious heart for ammunition,
one inevitable wrong move by me
and I was going to be done for.

Pretty soon I stopped
trying to avoid her aim.
She had already put holes
where we needed to breathe.

The Killing Floor

As lambs to the slaughter
men and women in order
will grow old and eventually die.
Their hopes and dreams,
Their peculiar schemes,
will be left here to wither and dry.
Wharehoused in masses
We'll prepare for the thrashing
that begins with your childrens denial.
Forgotten in boxes
down long empty hallways
your wish by your own design.
You built your life hopeing
in a dream to invoke.
A small gesture of love from a child,
but only received,
from your children it seems,

The Reckoning

Part 1

Into the night; the bone chilling, bloodiest part of the night;
wearing the skulls of enemies past, silently they crept.
Checking their list like good St.Nick, the last one wept.
Who knew Karma would turn up such a fright?

Heads wrapped in burlap, wrists tied with wire,
into the van they go like lambs off to slaughter.
Silently, she waits; her father's jaded daughter.
Never again would they make her out to be a liar.

I feel under the weather today February 19th, 2024

Substantial portion, viz
the lion's share
of the following poem
written June 10th, 2018.

Unseen enemy invades my body
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz
Hub bully knock and sock kin me
courtesy roebuck seers sucker punches
mightier than stormy daniels wallop
from an indomitable
haversack being carrying
courtesy giant bully bear,
whereby cyclopean ogre

Ghostly Graveyard Warning

When the pumpkins turn orange and maples turn red –
When the full moon is yellow and huge overhead;
When October night winds bring a chill to the air –
Never walk in a graveyard at midnight - Beware!

When the crickets stop chirping and bats screech and fly –
When a black cat appears in the wink of an eye;
When the trees look like figures that both point and stare –
Then avoid every churchyard at midnight - Beware!

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