We’re destined to love and fated to seethe.
But our stars don’t align
Were you somebody who just meant to leave?
If walking away was the correct choice to find a delight
Was I ever part of your everyday thinking?
If not, I should’ve kept things right
I miss your morning kisses running on my cheeks
I miss our evening catfights…
This time, I just sigh and wreathe.
Categories:
catfights, love,
Form: Free verse
Deep within the cavity chest
You’ll find its striding place
Safely tucked away
To live once more – each day:
to note the passing seasons
autumn’s rise and fall of spring
the winter’s beast that howls
the summer’s hot, hot winds.
where there is love and fantasy
where kisses never end
where tangled sheets breathe fire
as lovers twist and bend.
in scraped knees
a howling dog at moonlight
where catfights cringe the skin.
when letters from a long, lost friend
bring tears, and sniffles, and grins.
when words fail others
when feelings are lost
where communication ends . . .
a poet’s words begin.
a poet’s heart beats fire
it beats of truth, aspires
in every face, on every land . . .
it beats fierce – with Ayer!
*Ayer (Spainsh for yesterday)
Categories:
catfights, beauty, celebration, dedication, inspirational,
Form: Lyric
Now Noah and his fam'ly stood
Beside an ark of gopher wood
The'd builded for a century
And all the creatures (not a few)
Began to come in pairs of two
And slowly made their entry
A pair of fiery dragons came
And Noah had to keep them tame
To keep the fire in
But once a day they came unglued
So Noah's wife, she cooked their food
In pans of hammered tin
Now here's a thing that's really neat
These dragons slept at Noah's feet
All through those rainy catfights
When Noah donned his socks of brown
And went to shush the critters down
He took his pair of nightlights!
Categories:
catfights, animal, bible, boat, pets,
Form: Rhyme
extracted from the quarry
soapstones, alabasters, limestones &
marbles,
all products of someone else’s choices
culminating in our
accidental, uneventful, mistake of
birth---
the silky faces begin without blemish &
through the early youth begin to gain
the scars of early adolescence,
the teasing at school, the fistfights, the
pulling of hair, the catfights, the ridicule &
flat out insults which end up forming the
base of the cast---
if at home the insults continue, beating ensues,
psychological abuse, religious oppression &/or
just plain old ignorance of the child
takes place,
then the digging carving knife makes its way in---
by the time the carving has
developed into something recognizable
as a full fledged adult,
its character is so warped
that one cannot look it in its
whittled out eyes.
Categories:
catfights, life,
Form: Free verse