10Th Poems

sheila lives in more than one world

Sheila lives in more than one world, traveling with delight
Yesterday she was in the Orient, flying a gorgeous Japanese kite
Today she traveled down the Amazon, petting black pumas on her way
An avid reader, Sheila journeys a new world, each and every day

Every book she opens is a potential notch off her bucket list.
Today a faerie castle popped out in a lovely lavender mist.
Sheila learns more in her chair than most travelers know to do.
She has been around the world many times, maybe twenty-two.

wonder what she will use it for

Charise, the sewer, made a marvelous potato bag
What will she use it for the sink asked a dish rag.
I think she’ll put potatoes in it, but this is only a guess.
Maybe she’ll put spoons in it, suggested the watercress.

They held their breath, wondering who would win the bet.
That afternoon, the bag was filled up to her neck and was set.
Potatoes! yelled the dish rag; I was right, I have won!
An argument ensued, which ruined all the fun.

Steampunk Turtle

steampunk turtle became an Uber right away
He transported four happy riders on Wednesday
Taking them to see sights they had never seen
Past a troll and tiger, who were both rather mean

We should have done this years ago a little one said
If that tiger got us, we would surely be most dead
I was not invented until a month ago steampunk turtle said
But I am glad to take you past that tiger; his name is toothy Fred.

Mosquito Tries to Get Me

mosquito tries to get me
he divebombs my ear
is he a kamikaze pilot?
I try to kill him but miss
He zips down to my shirt
I hit my hands together and clap
confident I got him that time
I didn’t
How strange that I cannot cream this little sucker

the human desires

water bear enjoys
colors of life beyond dreams- 
the human desires

Would you still choose me?

Would you still choose me?

I’m so “this” and I’m so “that,” but I’m never anyone’s favorite or their first choice.

Platonically and romantically, I’m nobody’s person, but somehow any and everyone can be that for me.

I’m always just there. I’m physically present but mentally absent from everyone’s mind.
why?

I thought I was “funny”, and I thought I was “cool to be around,” what happened?

Was I only those things because your real friends weren’t around at the moment?

I thought I was “so pretty”, and I thought you “missed” me, and I thought you “liked” me.

Was I only those things because you didn’t see the other girl yet?

Is it because you can see her whenever you want to? Is it because her mother isn’t “strict”?

Is it because she seems more mature?
Is it because she’s older?
WHAT IS IT?

Why is it never me?
Why even bother to talk to me?
I don’t understand.

I just want to be understood, and not just for the moment.

Don’t choose me when you get bored or have nobody else.

Look for me in a crowded room because you WANT to, not because your other homegirl isn’t there.

So, my question is, would you still choose me?

Good Spirits

Please do not cry for me,
I am never far away,
I am always with you in Spirit,
Every second of every day.

My life on Earth has ended,
I have lived for many years,
It breaks my heart to see you all
Shed so many tears,

Please wipe your tears away,
And change them for a smile
Share memories and laughter
And in a little while,

The atmosphere will lighten,
And all tension will ease
As the Vicar took the sermon
Which brought the congregation
To its knees.

she is my cousin

maybe she has a mental illness, he suggested
I cannot discuss her with you, I told him.
She is not your cousin, you do not realize.
She has been through such trauma.
More than most have at fifteen.

She might be a scorpion,
lashing out, twisting her tail, stinging people
but she is my cousin, my scorpion.
I will defend her now and forever
for I know her other sides.

There are many.
She can be empathetic, kind and loving.
She has a tender heart.
This is why she lashes out first,
So she will not get hurt again.

Teen Magazine 1969

teen magazine came out in the late sixties
my mother bought it for my sister and I
every cover featured a blonde girl with blue eyes
she looked l like she surfed in California

Inside there were ads, ads, ads, ads, ads and ads.
It was a slick magazine with lots of glossy pages.
the items they sold looked enticing and necessary.
We did not have the money to buy any of this.

There were a couple of stories, and maybe a comic or two.
But the ads were the kicker.
They showed us things we never hoped to be able to purchase.
After a while, we lost our enthusiasm for this magazine.

A Psychedelic Group with Philosophical Lyrics

welcome to Pink Floyd and welcome to the machine
behold the temple of light, and don’t be mean
A psychedelic group, so readily enjoyed and seen
Philosophical lyrics, a rival of Freddie and Queen

Comfortably numb, sit back and enjoy the show
Goodbye blue sky, this concert is the way to go
Pigs on the wing are traveling down the aisle
Another brick in the wall, to make me smile

Coming back to life, on the turning away
Shine on your crazy diamond, you make my day
Sonic experiments are enjoying a revival here
eyes to the pearls, come sit over here.

Mariguita has Many Meanings

mariquita has many meanings, one not so snug
she is a Spanish word for lovely polka dotted ladybug

she is also sometimes referred to as ladybird
An English word for ladybug which seems absurd

mariquita can also be referring to a pansy
or a faerie all antsy and dance-y

or a fairy light and airy, according to my Gran
another kind of pansy acting man

Sleep

The unknown only I know,
Where I find joy and peace.
A world of mine,
Every single thing glow.
All it takes is my eyes closed and I'll sleep.
Then I'll have a world so devine.
Blossom Monyei

Flesh

*Flesh* by Blossom Monyei
Is it our fault as human beings?
We were given flesh.
Obeying its commands.
We drown in the consequences of our sins.

Even as we strive to pay no heed to our flesh.
We're pulled for it to be satisfied,
Pressured by our peers to enjoy.
We compromise and satisfy our hungry flesh.

Flesh of bottles,
Flesh of greediness,
Flesh of lust,
Flesh of worldliness.

Trials and temptations we can't skip,
It's like walking through a hallway filled with devilish hypnosis,
Pulling, pulling to satisfy our hungry flesh,
How'd we walk without being hypnotized?

Take away this flesh,
It weakens our faith,
We aren't strong enough.
So everytime we fall.

Copyright ©? Blossom Monyei, the bleeding Pen. 8/31/25.

God's message

God's message;
"It's hard for you to believe what you don't see,
I'm like the wind that blows to the tree.
I'm always by your side,
Yet you still find it difficult to confide".

Blossom Monyei

Our unfinished story?

You were nothing. 
Closing any chapter with you feels like heartbreak, 
The small crinkle that the crack makes, 
That little sigh my heart takes, 
You, oblivious to the stakes.
Hoping you only look this good in my arms. 
Hoping you only miss me when you’re drunk. 
Hoping for you. 
Wishing you understood; you were poetry I wove with my own two hands. 
You were ordinary but in my mind you were magic.
My love turned you into flowers blooming at cemeteries
and rain filling up crevices of drought. 
But 
You and me; 
We’re a living testament that loving someone is not nearly enough. 
The pain won, 
But I hope you know, to me,
You will always be worth the inconvenience.
I will always remember you; 
In little flowers behind ears 
and rearview mirrors,
In Parked cars conversations, 
and last minute cancellations.
You were everything political 
You were everything painful 
You were everything heartbreaking 
You were everything beautiful 
You were everything I once wanted
You were everything mine 
You were everything.

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