Thy Voice May!

If these be

Thy kind words

Of earnest poetic ecstasy

Rise along with the Phoenix

And abide with me

Of that I’m certain

God shall return thy voice to thee.

You shall in time walk

Along with me

But by then

I would be standing isolated

At the threshold of eternity

From where no man

Can ever return

Know this ye.

For I continue to be

A naïve passer by

Retain your love for some one else

I am only a finger

To help erase strife

."NAKED"
Margaret Ann Waddicor October 13th 2010.

Naked
inflamed curses
slash open wounds;

Words whip like wind cast twigs
against casement vistas,
worn thin to shivering
pools shaken by your passing fling;

Slips stocking-tight
strangle my gullet,
bulge my eyes to see beside;

My skin hides flaps
descending with a clap
thunder plunders my desires;

Knee deep, limb deep,
I sweep you up so high,
my thighs aghast;

Come now children, gather near
you know that it's that time of year
when guiding stars adorn the sky
and reindeer are allowed to fly.

The recent harvest fills your tummy
with nuts and sweets and all things yummy.
Now is the best time to remember
if you've been good outside December.

'Cause Santa and his little band
have kept their tally close to hand.
All of those who haven't been so nice
soon will pay a heavy price.

My heart beats honour
Slicing into your image
Sculpting deep respect.

`

when
a
soul's cry
is
released
in
words
chosen
and picked

and
there
beauty
in
articulation find....

the
soul
has
bridged
a gap
that
touches both
heart and mind....

`

A dancing figure draped in cobwebs
Rusty on the shelf
Corroded in dark reflection
Forlorn by itself.

Paralyzed in shadows curtain
lost distractions held
Emerged by love a trace of light
Slowly gears un-weld.

Cold mechanics grinding into life
Creaking painful tears
Increasing speed and brilliance
Overcoming fears.

Illuminated eerie spectres
Melting in the blues
A catherine-wheel of particles
splashing coloured hues.

You Make Me!

If I can bring
Upon your face
A smile,
My life has been
Worth its while
But the heart feels otherwise
No, no snow
The question does not arise,
Does not arise
It’s the heart beat
That beats faster
Ere one dies
Or
Than one does know
My smile is the smile of faces
Who see?
The mini Shakingspeare in me

Urban warrior ,
Don’t get in her way,
She’ll stamp you into the ground.

Inner city soldier,
Fighting for her rights
Breaking heads

( Chorus)
Hell bitch on the rampage
marauding renegade style
Living to defile

Hell bitch on the rampage
marauding renegade style
full of rage

Anarchy and misrule.
on the mean streets
of purgatory.

No mercy, no pity
In a fuck to you
Trooper style

Autumns Wish

When acorns fall
And Autumns breeze
Begins to waft,
Across the lush green leaves
Of central park trees.

I think of you and wish,
You were here with me.

When the Autumn sun
Steals summers warmth
And shadows elongate,
While darkness encroaches
Upon those in love.

I think of you and wish,
You were here beside me.

When the winter winds
Chills my outer skin.
I feel your warmth glowing,
Deep inside my soul

Please tell me the story
if you care to dredge up
the memories

Of course it's up to you
and if you don't want to
that's ok - either way

I don't know why
I have to be the one
who's flexible and deferential
but that seems to be
the way it is

You can chose to
remain reticent and
uncommunicative

Maybe one day you'll feel
the need to unburden
and unload