To express through words,you
dance with poetry
You strike a chord and you sing
With a low, soft voice
a gentle humming sound that drifts into the clouds
You sing a love a song for your beloved
Sing,sing for your beloved
Just like a bird platmying melodies
The rhythm, the rhythm of the song
As a sweet,the beautiful melody
Wake up
You soothe your voice like a bird
That chirps
You play a beautiful melody
Starting a song all of a sudden
dancing to songs of joy and celebration
A short time filled with happiness
Humming always with pure joys
A song to put a body to sleep
As a sweet,beautiful melody
Wakes up
Expectancy blooming
For the joy to behold
The journey of women
From the young to the old
Learning in sequence and
Repeating in rhyme
The life of a woman
Is a tale old as time
To nurture and grow
A new generation
To weather and sow
Controlled irrigation
To mend and repair
All that, that is broken
To learn and to teach
All that, that is spoken
From a household of chores
She can surely break free
As long as her follies
Are completed by tea
She can go out to work
And earn a small wage
Maintaining appearance
For life on a stage
She must build a career
Whilst bearing a child
Securing a homestead
Adventure the wild
Develop the future
And learn from the past
The dreams of a woman
Are not meant to last
You can have what you want
But it comes at a price
You must wear many hats
Thats my only advice
You cannot rely on
Your looks and beguile
You'll lose all your fashion
And go out of style
Prepare for conversion
The need to divert
From a wilting wallflower
To an outrageous flirt
A counselling voice
With a sense of direction
Demanding the charge of
Much introspection
multitalented Taylor Swift
an amazing Renaissance woman
evening constellation show was totally tight
not quite contrived, but amazingly bright
the stars were blazing, beautiful white
Kansas crescent moon was gorgeously light
spacemen were in a bit of an Earthly plight
ominous feeling ever since today’s twilight
spaceship was enduring its eightieth flight
amazing sight in the sky, this October night
aliens experienced a bit of an unexpected fright
caught in the beam of a larger space craft’s light
their headlights flashing colors like a giant flashlight
Let’s get off of this planet yelled the first mate McMight
So, they zoomed off into the atmosphere, McMight and Kite
Kite, the captain, was glad to see this planet shift out of sight
Let’s not go back there, he said, something was not right
They never returned, but many had seen a sight that night
living life in jeopardy
this is who we strive to be
taking risks to meet our goal
listen to our inner soul
Moonlit branch bends light,
sparrows stitch the silent dark,
crisp air holds its breath.
Night gathers their small shadows,
like notes waiting for a song.
In moon-washed aisles,
hushed,
narrow,
deep,
ancient tomes stir from their sleep;
their murmured spells through stillness creep~
the library stirs with hidden light.
Soft runes ignite the shadowed floor,
ink trembles with forgotten lore;
each page unfolds a hidden door~
the library stirs with hidden light.
Ghost-lamps drift where shadows bend,
guiding the seeker like a friend;
time folds itself at each book’s end~
the library stirs with hidden light.
And when I breathe its sacred air,
I feel old magic everywhere,
as if the shelves themselves still care~
the library stirs with hidden light.
A leaf lands sideways.
The water rearranges
its borrowed clouds.
A crow lifts
from the fence.
Cloud shadows travel
across the open field.
Milkweed releases
its white fleet.
Meanwhile,
below notice,
below thought,
below the names
I give things,
something in me
remains still.
Water carries
a second evening,
equally silent.
And the silence
asks nothing.
By dusk,
the first star appears.
No message.
No instruction~
only a brightness
waiting
where it was
before I noticed.
small squirrel
beneath winter's hush
glances up.
snow drifts by.
woodland telescope gathers
questions, not the stars.
Little Lolita was a feminine sweet-tempered girl
frilly and lacy with a large forehead curl
heels she wore were nineteen inches too high
her hair is piled up, to reach stars in the sky
(chorus)
Lithe light Lolia showing her ilk
sashaying daily in lace, satin and silk
causing men to go incredibly dumbfounded and wild
pretending to be innocent like a six-year-old child
Little Lolita, as intelligent and bright as the stars
descended from a long line of Russian Czars
an urban beauty who was born in New York City
avid conversationalist whose gossip is exceedingly witty
(chorus)
Lithe light Lolia showing her ilk
sashaying daily in lace, satin and silk
causing men to go incredibly dumbfounded and wild
pretending to be innocent like a six-year-old child
We want the best for our heroine, she makes us smile
I sing her praises as I clean out my pig’s awful stile
why do I get lost in my artwork for hours at a time?
why do I sit in a recliner for days not watching the droning tv?
Why do I use my tv as a radio?
why do I not sort my closet?
why do I resist dyeing my white roots?
why do I avoid the worst tasks for days at a time?
why do I get jury duty again?
why do cars nearly blow me off the highway?
why do I feel twenty when I am seventy-four?
why?
Never Say Never
Never say no to the moons in pain,
never kill the caged dove.
Turn off the alarm that kills the birds —
you are the one who can save them.
I hear voices asking for life,
I hear whispers, I hear cries.
I will not stop, I will listen to them,
because I am the one who cares.
They are alone beyond the sea,
I live on the northern sea.
I will never say no, I will listen to their voice —
that is the only help from my side.
Run
She marched.
No shoes,
just marched —
grey patches on her legs,
stiff and hard.
Metal watching from above,
nowhere to hide,
just to walk.
She cannot sit,
she has to write.
The world must listen to the cries,
but how long can she survive?
The buzzer alerted.
It landed —
landed on her with a thud so wild.
Pen in her hand.
Pen was her guide.
The western sky fades,
holding neither day nor night,
only their meeting.
For a moment, even trees
seem uncertain of their names.
Dawn threads the hedgerow.
One pearl on grass waits.
Holding night intact.
Mist drifts through orchard.
A lone thrush stirs leaves.
Morning spends its gem.
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