The stream (all workshops)
Words expressing emotions’
Thoughts put into writing,
Feelings expressed in poetry,
My soul felt on paper.
I’ll write you a love letter
A message delivered in ink,
My heart felt in text,
Securely sealed in an envelope
I’ll write you a love letter
As I reminisce on the moments,
And my heart yearns for your presence,
I won’t forget my promise,
You’re a precious angel of kindness, so
I’ll write you a love letter
Ain't all sugar and spice
Do your bidding
Who ya kidding?
this ain't no wallflower
relinquishing her power
this is a goddess of grace
letting you occupy her space
So better be nice
she ain't all sugar and spice
Think twice
at the end
the void
without form
empty
the nothing
from which everything came
what is nothing?
It is a conundrum for
the moment I think about it
it becomes something
and
I may escape
the pulse of my heartbeat
but I cannot
flee thought
.
effigy
terse longing
we have strung out our bows
swiftly
the cool iris intimate
the fletching ready
steady on the knee
like a proposal
I hear the tenderness
of your ghost
it makes me cry
release and
realize
that love is meant to die
Succumb to these
Visions that you're seeing
Please
For I am those
I'm that ever-present being
What I am, nobody knows
Curiosity only grows and grows
Possibly the missing link?
Do you think?
Maybe,
I suppose
New places never been
I know you'll like it
Just let me in
What?
A perfect fit?
Fuck, not again!
Drawn into a darkness of peace
An overwhelming sense of caution
There is in the mind much despair
But the heart is searching for healing
Not knowing where it comes from
This demon inside is drowning hope
While taking away the breath of joy
Feeling smothered in a pit of gloom
How does one overcome the unknown
The shadow of darkness as a friend
That has created chaos, a gift with a smile
Sinking deeper than comes escape
REAL PUPPETS DON’T CRY
Each day I see
another part of me
fall away
and I wonder
what I will become
tomorrow
but then there are
those sudden occurrences.
I’m thrown off my feet
no warning.
no mercy
and nothing is ever
the same again.
They tell me
it’s all in the “journey”.
not a thing
I can do.
no place to hide.
no one to pray to
I’m just a puppet
on a string
waiting
to
fall…
Changes
The pleasure boats of promise sail away.
An avalanche of friends; don't want to stay.
From high stepping love, the wounded heal.
Hands locked together praying all they feel.
Babes finalize a fond, farewell salute.
Kisses sadly blown like Krishna’s flute.
All for love I guess, they graciously
give more than get, pretending that it’s free.
Keep winter warm with summer’s dog-eared map.
Heat the hearth with twigs that burn and snap.
I'm a figment of a
nations
imagination
yet i'm woman
still
and strong
I embody all Queenly
graces
yet
naturally act like
Jill or John
What was the mad
Welsh Monks
idea to make me
like a pedestal?
Just so I could
fall from ancient
grace
have punishment
pushed in my face
'The Great Arturus'!
my Romano-Brit
Romeo-
I toy with you
you know I do
The eyes always my first point of contact
Can make my heart contract
They can make me foolishly act
that's a known fact
It's not a smile
that will me beguile
but a twinkle in an eye
that I espy
They say eyes are the reflections of the soul
maybe that can explain to me their romantic role
A wink, a blink can make my confidence rise or sink
I lose all ability to think
If you like me stare, flirt, emphasise
whatever you want just use your eyes
They have the power to hypnotise
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