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Poetry has died

Poetry has died replaced 
with raining madness cunning 
thoughts battered heart 
bickering minds the absence 
of simplicity a calming time 
the laughter of Amos and Andy 
reading of Langston Hughes the 
braising nesting belligerent from
Ernest Hemingway mingling with
this fondness of Robert frost 
the bold sassiness of Maya Angelo 
mastering the crafty sinking mental 
turmoil of Virginia woolf needing to 
die to be heard cradled beneath 
painful sighs of Emily Dickenson 
brillantly craving morbid hints of a 
pastel death blooming tangible 
lessonscovenant only by dramatic 
hues canvases Jane Austin's youth
bestowing the missing pieces to 
caressing thought of the creative 
mind separating emotions embracing 
thee enchantment of the  galloping 
Greek muses within a moment of 
silence poetry is simply no more

The blue oyster

It was just like before riding my bicycle along the beach my tire rolls right over a star fish braising bump and scratches on my knee the gulf was thirsty for human blood this year as the manatees floated belly up the pelicans shivered with empty beaks again the school of sharks gathered while the dolphins danced chattered sea urchin washed ashore I put salt water on my wounds feeling sad that the sea turtles rushed back to sea unaware of the mexican oil spill there home covered in black tar I walked my bike passed the book store just in time for bob crab shacks oyster bar funny the owner yelled come on in gal why you looking so blue in that moment the blue oyster became my signature name on the beach the sun shined the breeze blew softly over the nape of my back silence abode over the Caribbean Sea

The Lantern at USF Neurology traumatic brain injury and me

Divided under the cities 
streams mapping decisive 
endings while toiling about 
the beginning boldness 
reaching for braising 
characters galloping 
amidst a certain angst 
we’ve devoured nothingness 
and opened the sky 
with truth thrashing 
tempers meaningful tools 
craving an emptiness 
above the continuous 
Bayshore a quiet offering 
pelicans landings sinking 
yet surrounding the 
jaded light house that 
withered to soon exposing 
only the dim lantern leaning 
to one side still brightening 
the rippling waves 

Written by Yolanda Nicholsen 
April 7th 2014 

getting injections 
for traumatic brain injury

Arlington

The broad banks shifting 
the stone slabs across 
the deserted plains of 
Arlington white tombstone 
lined nestled beneath 
decorated wreaths calling 
upon sudden hint of braising 
sunshine gleaming over falling 
leaves catering to yesterday 
reaching for tomorrow and 
yet silence abode the marble 
timings while old glory 
flickered between the calm 
breeze hints of sadness falls 
by the way side while tears 
stain the workers cheeks 
so we’ll crafted mastered 
beyond masonry moments

The dream catcher

With mild mannerism 
I catered to the 
emptiness while my 
mind wandered effortlessly 
through memoric findings 
finishing my thoughts 
whispering from beyond 
calling out to me braising 
white noise voices withered 
screeching squeals shrills 
witnessing hell beneath 
Dante inferno balanced 
mingling with drifting wails
gather beneath oak branches 
blood soaked feathers
tangled threads watered down 
beads of swollen sunken 
eyelids releasing tears as 
the mist of thee unrest 
souls rises into the awaiting 
skies within closed eyes 
holding on to my own
remarkable faith

Traffic

In the hazy air, the camera drone 
followed the stagnant river of traffic,
telegraphing images to control.
The thermals from the searing hot pavement
fighting with the machine’s languid progress
following a braising stream of escapees
from the oppressive summer city heat;
now, slowly cooking in their own tin cans.

Turn Off Annoying adds forever

Braising traumatic brain injury pain

easily distracted by too many ads 

the sheer notion of being creative

is having a creative space to write
 
sincerely fight flight beyond plight

The Horseman

This is for you big guy 
somewhere way up 
in that beautiful sky  
sweet oleanders danced 
the universe collided 
sweeping you throughout 
this grand galaxy soaring 
the wide open granduer
finding me writing 
my muse wandering 
the shooting stars 
igniting the brilliant 
illuminating hues 
twinkling beacon lights 
creating a canvas of prose
between the meeting of the 
minds why we meet again 
Harry the Horseman gazing 
into the Rodanthe watching 
the braising stallions sabals 
galloping covering the seaside 
fond memories arouse 
rest well my dear friend 
until we meet again

Thee Abortion

Leaving the train left us rattled 
braising sounds abruptly heightened 
my senses measured completely
beneath sullen moments within 
quiet calmness thee essence of

Arlington cemetery the hidden forestry 
catering to tiny mounds and trees 
industrial findings nestled crawdads 
flew out sparingly creating winged mesh 
emptiness covered in insects flesh

The Emptied

My mind hungered the untimeliness 
of shattered existence above all grave 
battered thoughts sullen whispers quiet 
hushes I employed to write to empty 

oneself into an invisible crowded realm 
ecstasy of the soul craving my hearts 
glow the brilliant hue that send signals 
down my spine as if I'd swallowed the sun 

capturing necessity illuminating fields 
of joy my bones cringed beneath my flesh 
holding my pen I'd write of sadness madness 
courage and mirth a rapture awaiting newness 

fanatically so the meeting of the minds shall 
gather in spite my absence an yet I invited 
myself deep inside criticism once again
vaguely I'd remember a time of calm 

creating prose and song shaking off
writers block like a bad poisoning 
chiseling away at a masterpiece hidden
within the braising wall I'd cleverly built

around myself protecting my craft my work
exposing my scars revealing emptiness
very closely dancing with insanity uncertainty
merely unfolding leaf's binderies of truth of love

Playing With Fire

One impulsive Saturday morning in Autumn 
Quail eggs take all the blames
		Quail eggs from Laguna Farmer’s market

Unspeakable -  what to do with these weird eggs?   Later 
that night, FIRST 
home-made dinner 
was born.

…. recipes, Bill Briwa, olive oils, herbs, wines ……
        Raw Appreciation, Organic Acceptance

Flooding the kitchen space; his/her life space.
                                              sizzling
                                    boiling
                         roasting
                  braising 
        simmering
occasionally, a few drops of blood spiced up TLC

Grilling, oh yes, Hallelujah  Outdoor Grilling – His joy, his toy!!!

Playing with unregulated fire, 
               Men, Grill, Fire  -- Don’t ask.    

My contributions:  chopping, seasoning, stirring, dancing to 20’s music
			   back-scratching 

“need just a touch of pepper”, I expressed
                           “I shall send my mom to you”
“Hmmm, superb sea bass”, “too many savory flavors fighting each other”

My Sweetie chef laughing mercilessly, he declared
                 My girlfriend becomes a food critic.

Tune In

Who says Love-braising is easy

Growth and affinity
crave

An elusive trigger
A split second of blast

Courage to proclaim.  Mindfully.  Courage to launch
Courage to ache

Courage to apologize.   Awakening.  Courage to accept and respect
A long walk to forgiveness

Without my consent
It hurts

Dismantling a dam Inside fatherhood
Ouch
It hurts
Surprise attack dismayed extrovert and introvert

Tune In, QQ
Again 

Tune In
Pace self-resilience
Allow vulnerability
But 
never mistreatment

Ouch
It hurts

Pause on the edge of open sea
Oh, my darling compassionate man
Painful at times, yet 
Surprisingly liberating

Wisdoms slay inner obstacles
Honor and duty endow survivorship
Clinging to cherish deep feelings
River of energy flowing unobstructed

June gloom
Astonishingly spoken
‘I love you’

Love-braising is an insight job
Tune In

Mere Minutes

in full coat of red
he postures  
shakin'  
his feathers
in full view  
 
there's an air about the evening  
moon braising the horizon  
eyes burning with lust  
 
he listen closely to the wind  
hoping to happen upon  
a hint of her cure  
 
care  
curdling into the cuddle  
of command  
 
full attention  
not wanting to fall  
no love would ever last  
 
but he lasts  
 
he slits his wrist  
and longs  
 
she licks  
the bubbles  
filling up his wound

The Ocean

Swish swash, swish, swash 
Back and forth, to and fro
You must keep steady watch 
Or you'll be gone before you know

To witness is a gift
To experience, a blessing
Surrender control, and drift
Be moved with no contesting 

Fingers braising as it breaks
Skin heals, once emerged
As if your on a date
With the mighty Mother Earth

Mindless chatter silenced
Swaddled in nature's blanket
The rocking results in wind
All else, you soon forget

A sandwich of clouds and waves
You are, but a bobber in between
Wedged in a beautiful array
Of endless hopes and dreams

Floods Freely Forging

Braising sun stagnate, scaring blistering air, sand cutting strafing, more will I mention, elements raising, wedge freely created, by those who do not care.

Floods freely forging, water crushing scare, wave weaving pressing, life lightly wasted, warnings for all to beware.

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