Best Past Life Poems

A child of four suffers recurring dreams,
disturbing parents and siblings with screams.
When she awoke, always sore in one knee;
next to a birthmark, it throbbed painfully.

Night after night she feared going to bed.
What caused these nightmares that raged in her head?
Even when grown, the torment persisted,
so...

Continue reading...

In past life I hailed from Shitterton 
and loved good food and plenty of action
Once a witch visited town
Who taught her art to me clown
With my magic wand I had more fun

A lass named Bustyview took my fancy
Gave me no airs, vane was her beauty
Decided...

Continue reading...

Intoxication with past life – an ache
and something yet unknown
that weakens my once humble bones...

Now structures fold in aspirations.
Am I your dream? Awake or false?
Who's knitted warm and fearless skin,
without a freckle left within?
Without remembrance, without sores
so pale and transparent I lie...
Transform till one of...

Continue reading...

Drown demons in alcohol
I hear the devil's devilish call
Telling me to come here
With his pointy claws
Thinking back
When and where did I drop the ball
When and where did I fall
How did it go all wrong
How and for how long
Inside the husk of hallow songs
This is where...

Continue reading...

I feel such an affinity for the earth
For rivers, mountains and wild things
At times I feel I've been here before,
Before the angst the modern world brings

Was I a maiden, with long black hair
Who lived beside the great waters
Did I follow the buffalo, the people's path
Perhaps...

Continue reading...

romancing the throne
royaly
an old arrow finaly hit its mark
forgotten
the soothing whispers
after the threat of things that cannot be undone

my mind says i wll be at peace
the town cryer of shameful ironies
learning to discredit the lies among the truth

Stage was set with tragedy
of life lessons to...

Continue reading...

Summer of 1981. I was exhausted from running after three small children.
My own, which made it joyous, but still, they are active at 2, 5 and 6.
I dove into the pillow on the couch and was almost instantly snoring.
My heart started beating super fast; I...

Continue reading...

I just keep seeing them, the hooves pounding those old rain-soaked cobblestones, somewhere in the back of my mind.  I feel the creeping fog against someone else’s skin, not mine.

An old iron lamp post and that old lamplighter, impressions are burned into my third...

Continue reading...

A poem is a little girl 
	Helping Mommy with the dishes
		Or teaching her how to use
			A computer app
A little boy at play
	In his sandbox
		Or the games apps on his i-pad
A poem is 	
	Mommy kissing Dad
It’s the sun rising in the morning
	A harvest moon at night
A...

Continue reading...

I can recall another lifetime, one where I could fly
Gazing down upon the earth, moonlight glinting in my eye
A king among the stars with a piercing call that could terrify
I was once a mighty falcon, a raptor of the sky
 
Soaring majestically brought exhilarating thrills
Cruising...

Continue reading...

Second sight in some infants, short tenure belies
Unbiased newness unpicks societal manufacture
To passers by, lurking spiritual assets recognisable
Pervading expression classifies their clairvoyance

Such was toddling dandelion darling, Aubergine 
Unphased, observant, chillingly serene in nature
Cherubic smirk absorbed traits, antics compiled
Tea coloured irises brewed extracted evidence 

Aloof by...

Continue reading...

RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum
       ...

Continue reading...

Not by itself is life complicated,
Let me not push world to ways of my head.
  If I try and forgive but can’t forget,
  Worse than a spell in hell my life may get.  
What makes things look dark clouds is memory,
So, let...

Continue reading...

Time

Time spent. Time, spend my time. Here, there, dried reality, broken times
Yes, everything was lost, only the walk remained. In the space and time, walk alone

Walk alone
Walk alone

In the time
In the time

Remebering
The past

I just want someone to come back again. Again. This is the past....

Continue reading...

Roaming in these magnificent halls.
Seeing all the mirrors and paintings.
 Alone I stroll, looking at history.
Loving the stories they once told.

 Staring at the crystals on the ceilings.
Admiring the lights, a golden scene.
 Everything classy and old.
The memories appear in my mind.
 
 Drifting inside...

Continue reading...