I’m afraid my feet are now cold
On an idea I was once sold
To be wife for life to smile and cry
With days and nights bound by ring of gold
I don’t want to be a sex slave
Little more than a breeder and maid
To lose my father’s name for a harder husband’s gain
My independence will surely fade to gray
when we took a tour
each one there was a juror
were less and fewer
had been hard to beat
according to latest tweet
they will have cold feet
what you always knew
targets were of high value
destroy must do
even when afraid
budget was prepared and made
we will need their aid
valley monument
where we went to and were sent
way there need a hint
you should see each nail
like a fool would look frail
then had become pale
Sunday's cold feet
My mind can go out for a journey
It will relate to things I've seen and fill in the gaps how I would if I couldn't see
As I see things I see no good and I see no bad
I need not tax my mind with have or have not
I prefer to struggle as I can not be seen any bit greedy and I was brought up as a hand me down last of a large 7 sibling family and always walked the edge of poverty and a class removed neatly and ugly by the system
Witches won't talk of the souls who run free
Joan of Arc thoroughly trashed and burnt by a church I shall never respect and the deaths of millions because someone won't except other beliefs has made our paradise a special place called hell.
Stories told and answers revealed
Tortured spirits wandering souls seeking spirits who journey to visit loved ones or people who made a mark deep in their soul
They may be blind
They may not have thought or body
But they are no bird in a cage
You will feel their chill silver sliver shiver through your spine
The eyes to stories from the heart the ears hear all calls for help. The mind is only capable of responding just alittle more than enough to keep us surviving
You’ll never find out
where you might have gone
If you don’t leave
where you’ve been
You’ll never approach
who you might become
If you change
with every whim
You’ll never discover what’s
over the hill
With both feet stuck
in the sand
You’ll never discern the
right from the wrong
Indecision
—your command
(The New Room: January, 2024)
I try to hide the way I feel
I keep it all inside me
But even though I know it's real
I need someone to guide me
And though you're quite spectacular
I'd say you're one of a kind
I can't find the vernacular
To tell you what's on my mind
So until then I'll suffer long
Each moment of every day
Until my courage comes along
And I find the words to say
ice-shrouded tree limbs
tilt perilously groundward
sparrows have cold feet
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written November 15, 2022
syllables checked by PS
for "Winter Haiku Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
#20 on Best 100 New Poems List
Poetry Soup
February 1, 2022
He wondered today if he could stay,
he’d put me through so much.
I almost died, I know I cried,
I couldn’t make it alone.
What are shoulders for if not
to house the burdens of one’s life?
Am I not the one you want
to treasure as your wife?
I understand the petty stuff,
the nit-picky and tiny stuff, all
might not be important to you,
you’re happy things are working
out that the kids haven’t run away.
But what about the stress and strain,
the inner peace, the pouring rain?
What about our future home, or
will I be here all alone? As I sat
and wondered why, and as I sat
and quietly cried, I realized
what my life would be without
the security, serenity and sense
of self you’ve given me and
I wonder if I’d done the same
for you, or did I cause you to
wonder if you could stay?
Still, in my pajamas, cold, ‘tis Winter.
Purple and gray wool socks, and still, cold feet.
Yet i’d walk down into the oaks, with sun’s
light be soaked, at the Summer-plumed heartbeat.
Into the glowing moss and down the hill,
like my grand, who’d make glorious foothold
into the street. Still, alone, basking in
happiness, woolen feet waltzing, toes cold,
knuckles chapping, clapping of my steepled
fingers. dry and joyful lips, arising,
Dizzy, I'd survey the amphitheater -
steam of cold-heat, underfoot apprising.
O my soul, the crooning blue signature,
expansive, inexpensive, pensive sky.
Behold God’s goodness directed my way.
Though fibbing from inside, I do not lie.
The arms of my chair, still, caring, hold me
or i’d jetty into my imagination.
There the birds stir up woozy fairyland
with tea and serenity’s coronation.
2/10/2021
Contest: All Yours (Feb 10)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
arrested proceedings; timid groom pulls plug on wedding last minute.
When Plans Don't Go To Plan Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 08/25/2020
Crackling cold, satchel in tow.
Back for the role of baby for home.
For mama and daddy,
I’m proper lil Natty.
Back for the holds, cuddled for soul.
2/17/18 'As I was Walking in the Snow' Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Cold Feet
My legs are cold turning into lumps of ice
If I get up, they may break off like icicle on roofs
In Oslo when the spring comes around
Many people are killed that way an instant frozen
Diffusion a deep frozen head that can’t remember
Yesterday, but there is nothing one can do about it
It is forbidden to walk in the middle of the road.
Am I a snowman in a big garden left alone at night?
Don`t people know a snowman too can feel cold
despite coal eyes and carrot nose a warm heart
beats and looks in the Guardian to find a mate, but
the ladies demand too much wants me to be funny
entertaining and most awful of all sociable.
A frigid morning snowstorm
embraces its many guests,
a white veil at this wedding,
reluctant bridegroom.
11/07/2015
For "Winter Dodoitsu" contest sponsored by Heather Ober.
We stood together eyes staring at each other
The numerous windows of sight staring back scared me
My prince seems far away from me
I feel the ground open and I got swallowed
Is he saying no?
I looked at the preacher, how long will it take to say I do
He talks about forever and hints at eternity
My heart sank
I have been trapped
I saw fair ladies in skimpy skirts
Bare chested girls dancing and shaking their butts
I looked at fine young men giving me a smirk
My head swells
Is this it, no more freedom
This can't be happening
Can I change my mind
Time ticked and stopped at the same time
Then my lips went wet
Beautiful eyes hovering over me
Hands like comfort drawing me close
Smiles like peace spreading on my lips
Joy like a river flowing through my soul
Then I knew this is it
All the fears were not worth it
My prince is now my King
And I the loving queen
Legs swept of the floor
I plunged into a dreamland
I got drilled yet not destroyed
A wave of passion swept over me
Time seems to stop
I seem to float
Tears begin to roll with loud shout of joy
Then I landed and felt his flesh
How can I be so heartless
Do I really call all the shots
I expect change from everyone else
But I'm not willing to budge an inch
How does anyone love me so much
Do I just go along with it
Do I like being in control
I have everything planned in my own little world
How can I back down
How can I give in
How can I say this without them hating me
I'm spiteful
I know I am
It's how I block the pain
The pain that they caused me
What do I do from here
Life is changing for the better
and I'm getting doubts
How can someone
possibly love me so much
To love, to hope and to care -
I want to steal away all these rares,
Profiting them mine
For only me.
A needy child hungering warmth
Is stuck with cold and tiny feet.
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