Lama Drama

Thoughts that thrive on scattered dreams
shoot through the mind like laser beams
Hunger echoes a hollow song
Voices merge, intestines long
Lips are dry, and tongues are parched
Memories are pressed and starched
No miming board can take the heat
Hot irons that scorch the hands and feet.

Cold days flow into brackish nights
on borrowed hopes and collared pride
Answers wrapped in braided woes
Crushed, then scattered by angry toes
Worry stalks in cleated shoes
It leaves a track of pallid blue
Just when it seems to reach the rise
It folds then doubles up in size.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Dietrich Avatar
July 6, 2025 at 10:14 AM
I see you still have not written new material for a long time but it was nice to find this older poem I never read yet. It uses good imagery! Nice seeing you again
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July 25, 2025 at 10:15 AM
Wow, feels like hide and seek here. Yesterday I posted a poem titled, "one o'clock it hasn't' shown up yet
Mac Donald Avatar
July 6, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Thanks Andrea , I have sorely missed the poets ,the hustle buster of new poetry being posted, can be exciting I had been seriously hacked! All i owned online was taken over. Last thing I'd said to Bozo was you don't own me, he replied we will see about that. He had followed through on that veiled threat.. I did keep my sanity! Having a sense of humor helps a lot ??
Cavanaugh Avatar
September 23, 2013 at 5:03 PM
This is one incredible poem. With an awesome ending. This will go in my favorites.
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February 2, 2013 at 4:23 PM
Michelle, a beautiful blessings with your creative top featured poem of the week. Take care and have yourself an excellent day... I know I sure am. :-) or should I say I will at least try. Always~ & ~ Forever*LINDA
Austin Avatar
January 28, 2013 at 11:30 AM
This a fairly acid write for you, Mikki. You do love to nail the truth. "Worry stalks in cleated shoes." OUCH! tough write. Congrats on the selection. LOve, daver
Song Avatar
November 20, 2012 at 6:57 PM
Justin's comments are spot on, Mikki! What a skill at couplet writing! I struggle to find a creative voice with all the busy-ness of my present life...haha...nice job! A very special Thanksgiving to u and your family. gwendolen
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September 25, 2012 at 2:31 PM
Magnificent caliber in your metaphors my friend! One needs no more convincing of your mastery of articulation - no doubt masterful & original - this goes to the FAV. file - I could easily spenda week internalizing,philosophizing and romanticizing the second stanza in particular - I could surviv on this degree of skill for a long time - J.A.B. %
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