A Poems

A Flutter

   The books left
   Flying out
   All the words sliding
   Leaving the pages
   As the books took flight

   No words left to describe the night
   Fluttering with stiff covers
   Pages falling/fading with the light
   Fires took our

For a blissful moment

I sit silent to meditate
gather my thoughts breathe in and out
~ the world pauses for peace



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

My Dream Within A Dream

There are dreams, unsought dreams, dreams fulfilled;
Why cherry pick - adventure is knocking at the door.
—by Poet

My Dream Within A Dream

they marched back into my life
          was this the afterlife
the family of his wife
     this was not his fantasy life
  

Wish I Had A Wish

Lyrics By JT Curtis

I Wish I Had A Wish

I wish I had the time
to write a little verse
making it a song
not short or very long
for better or for worse
But it probably wouldn't rhyme

I wish I had some money
Now, that would be a laugh
Growing from a tree
falling down, around on me
The Taxman would take half
Now,that's not

A life almost undone

I woke too soon, a life almost undone
A sudden call came, before the light of day
But all are safe, the reaper had not won

Her life was spared, before the morning sun
She was okay, I heard her softly say
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone

No tragic end, no race was lost or run
Three lives

A Draconian State

Orders descend like sharpened hail
each shard cutting language to ribbons.
We learn to swallow pain quietly,
to bow our eyes before the flag of silence.

Walls do not need ears...
fear builds its own cathedral,
where every heartbeat kneels
to the god of obedience.

Children are taught to trace straight lines,
never to bend them back into loops.
Curves are forbidden
too dangerous a hint
that

My dream within a dream

surfing the bardo in deep trance
before me appeared the goat head
I glanced at Baphomet askance
afraid to be by his hand led
as he pointed out at five gates
where dreams within dreams hypnotise
domains where dark desire checkmates
our soul’s light which first ebbs then dies

on waking up from this dark dream
a line of thought occurred to me
on what

With a Gentle Hand

Ignored wounds
do not bleed at once,
but when touched for cure
they ache longer than they should,
reminding us how silence gathers dust
inside the body.

It is not that love is feared,
only that sometimes
its arrival feels unnecessary
like an extra flame
in a room already warm.

Still, a newborn’s breath
teaches another language of affection,
a fragile trust resting
in the hollow of two palms.

Love

A surging dirge '

Deep in the bush i hear  'the snapping of sticks' a sound that flat toned sits with a
Feeling.. Just so sick.' When did Vice-pol
Really get so bad? No shes just not right.'
Wow the vibes real sad.' I think of their 
Estate? unravelling fast now.' Tailing off
Like a dingo's howl.! They have returned to
Their vomit..As

More Than A Soft Toy

Your fur is worn thin now,
patches where love pressed too hard,
but to me you were never just a toy -
you were the voice of courage
when the dark grew too loud.

I held you like a secret shield,
breathing into your sewed ear
the worries I dared not share with my mother.
You guarded them in silence,
never speaking a word
but

With A Gentle Hand - Mystic

With a gentle hand,
You balance the world while its feet are still untried…
little fingers twist like seashells
around the promise of tomorrow.

Love is gentle in this place;
it hides within a cradle song,
a steady thrum of trust
leaning into your heart.

Every touch becomes a promise
each embrace a refuge -
showing the fragile ones
that gentleness carries power.

When the lullabies grow

I Never Even Heard of a Serger

my sister sews
Has a Cadillac of a sewing machine
it cost as much as her first house

it has gadgets, dials, electronic commands
intimidates me

She plunks me in front of a serger
I never even heard of a serger before now
I am going to have to look up how to spell it

On a regular sewing machine, you do not

story of a box

pristine sharp cornered brown box garnishes excitement
we rip him open with anticipation
new merchandise has been delivered!

this box is repurposed for sorting, carrying, hauling, storing
left out in the rain, the box looks sad and sorrowful
we could fold him flat and put him into our dumpster

Or we could burn him up
He has lost his usefulness
difficult to remember

A LIFE IN THE BREEZE

There's a Lotto Losers Here

During the COVID lockdown,
"Yours Truly" became "Spend Cast"
All those stimulus checks...Gone!
Now, just figments of the past.

I bought way too many Sox,
I bought way too many Shoes
I bought way too many T-shirts 
I think I caught "Consumer Blues!"

Bought a lot of funny Hoodies,
And bought "Six" Damascus Knives!
Bought Boxers by the dozen,
Oh, how would my funds survive?

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