I fear the closets fuzzy things
Unseen thoughts with distant stings
Dreams soft whispering breezes bring
To calm the demons to which I cling
For life has had its way with me
It taints the beauty that I see
With brushstrokes marred by visions lie
That wingless birds could learn to fly
I sit and long for never was
Wary of that closet fuzz
For monsters all have shape and size
And fuzzy thoughts spread wicked lies
Ragdoll in the Cupboard has invented a magic shoe.
It’s dancing, it is jazzy, it calls to me and you.
It is sassy and smart, it is wise beyond the moon.
Buying a pretty pair of these means you are no buffoon.
She is lavender, she is purple, she sparkles just so.
If you have two of them on your feet, you will start to glow.
She is a shoe that will make your heart laugh and sing.
Doll in the Cupboard has invented a shoe with a zing.
She will bring you confidence, she will bring you love.
When you get her, you will thank the shoemakers above.
She was inspired by the best, and she will show you a great time.
No, you cannot have these. These magic shoes are mine.
As we focus shoot with our floppy lobes,
A gossamer film disguise the eardrums,
Echoes entertain all malicious probes,
Tidings beseech fortuitous pilgrims.
Jealousy encourage hostile intents,
Embittered rivalry host the defied,
Chief points yield unfavorable segments,
Relentless attacks hearten the implied.
Siblings, friends one day, then foes being hexed,
Vices sprung snoops, spies, all those overhears,
Cornered lab specimen hopelessly vexed,
Tuning in abate when choice disappears.
Ancient habits fester long before youth,
Prized intrigues unravel lies than the truth.
2019 December 15
Rhyming scheme;
abab, cdcd, efef, gg
Howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables total
The walk-in closets were such a big hit,
They made this apartment, one she couldn’t resist
We moved in together on a New Year’s Eve
Christening each room, watching the old year leave
As the years passed by, the closets grew full
Dresses and skirts and sweaters of wool
Shoes and suits, of the womanly kind
You had to go to the guest room for my clothes to find
Now they sit empty, with just a hangar or two
A cavernous symbol for a love that is through
I turn off the lights and lock the front door
Those walk-in closets we’ll use never more
Sitting in the closet might protect you from a judging world,
but it also will prevent, from with truth your life to build;
Opening up that door might sever close, familiar ties
with people who say they love you, but only if you live within their lies.
Walls of that closet will start closing in upon you fast
and the future you should be living can quickly become a wasted past.
Step out from that closet embracing the person deep inside;
The beauty of who you really are is too exquisite for you to hide.
Closets are rooms in which we keep possessions safe;
They are not façades in which to hide because others, our truth, can’t face.
I plead with you
not to judge me
by just meeting
me one time.
I would not judge
you but I would
like to know you.
There are court
rooms for those
who need to be
judged for the
wrongs they did.
No one should
judge anyone due
to their past wrongs.
We all make bad
choices sometimes.
Accusing with out the
facts is horrible to do.
I thought only one man
is our judge and jury so
why do we judge so
quickly causing others
to be hurt by their words.
It is not suppose to be
like this it makes me sad,
So, many are quick to judge
me for my past and mistakes
that I have made in my life.
Those that do the judging for
get they to have a past filled
with mistakes and Skeletons
locked away in their Closets!
Sisters talk
Sisters bark
Sisters love to tell and nark
That is why god
In all his grace
Gave brothers extra closet space
Summer dresses
Sunset smiles
Intertwined fingers
Infatuation by trial
Giggling glances
Fidgeting hair
Anticipating lips
Confessions spared
Teenage tongues
Passion spry
Inviting innocence
Naive thighs
Misplaced moment
Serrated sigh
Ripped restraint
Something awry
Smothered trust
Eyes of escape
Groped distress
A cry of rape
Muffled scratches
Screaming tears
Convulsing portrait
Of frozen fear
Scared secrets
Trembling outside
Closed closets
Daughters inside