The stream (all workshops)
When life is stained with shades of grim and grey,
you find yourself, a wreck, engulfed in pain.
It chokes your voice and claims you as its prey,
the tears of rage you cry will pour like rain.
You try to crawl away to free your heart,
the one that time has ravaged , stretched a mile.
As all your hopes and dreams are torn apart,
your soul's defeat has left a taste so vile.
wild weave the way
clutch my hand
dare we plunge
through dark
to chase the light
the madness of
masks revealing
sweet smiles
and ravenous
snarls
in the thin blade
of a thing hour
we stumble
and for a moment
our contact
lost
you find the
apple
lain in wait
and binge
now starry eyed
forever lay
the darkness
claiming
its stay
and the light
the hell
of lonliness
did you look
back
betrayed?
...
No matter the weather
Robin sings
Rain or shine, wind or ice
it's as if he thinks he's in paradise.
He's the most jubilant
little bird
summer, winter or spring
'cos he always seems to be twittering.
Even when the earth quakes
he's happy
night, dusk, morning and noon
he's chirpy with glee and warbles his tune.
So thanks little robin
for your heart
bold, courageous and strong
and for giving us joy with your sweet song.
One, two, three and four.
Look at all the doors!
Some hanging from the ceiling,
some screwed onto the floor.
Swinging open and shut,
like a two by four.
Which one shall I choose,
memories of the past?
Tearing open old wounds,
reminiscing about love
that didn't last?
Cut off by the slamming of the door!
What about the one
filled with things that
need to be forgotten?
Too many emotions,
not hardly for the downtrodden.
Would someone shut that door?!
She knocked at many doors of opportunity
But none would open to her in her lifetime
She hustled day and night with all her might
Making sales here and there with her creativity.
She ran the streets in her high heels
Looking for love in all the wrong men
The door to true love just wouldn't open
Her boobs and booty is what appeals.
She got lucky this Valentine's Day
Two weeks of romance and some fudge
Then she opened the door to motherhood
A door she opened to Mother's Day.
Cold minus forty
If cold alone was to be an enemy
then what would we do
with those who really are?
scorpions as found on airplanes
where every ant is screened,
yet scorpions go clean
no blood
no X-ray can come in an arachnid’s way
but from Scorpios friends
do try to stay away
can you?
or else remember me some day
how Scorps can you way lay
but for your kind souls
I may still pray...
Some doors will open and some doors will close
Be careful, most careful, they may close on your nose
Not that I couldn't stand to lose just a bit
There are days that it's rubbed deep in the shit
The door to my heart, some have unlocked
There are doors to my secrets, you might be shocked
Behind those closed doors, I keep who I am
There stuff is piled up against the jamb
INTO THE DEPTHS
I sink to depths without measure
and my thoughts sicken my soul.
My heart speaks the unspeakable
and my mind sees what is before me.
I don't understand the deep sadness of loss
that lingers a lifetime and the pain
of one's own dying,
I don't understand Death's silence
and the sudden and cruel disconnect
with those we love.
And I will never understand the suffering
that Life brings,
He crushed one last fearful thought
and pushed open the dreaded door
Onward into the lion’s den
tingles shattering his body core
Not a moment less
Not a moment more
Each of which held a promise
A dark fearful proposal
He clenched his keys
with a well meant fist
clenched them, until his hand was sore
Not a moment less
Not a moment more
ROADS
Ironic twists and turns in the roads we choose
sudden beginnings; abrupt endings
choices that bring us to unexpected places
but places where we are meant to be.
Cruel strikes from out of nowhere
that maim and cripple body and soul.
Time drags us along and we follow
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