Warm yellow light.
Chilly, for indoor.
Soft, soothing, piano.
Music—
Door slides open.
A man walks in, his eyes—
Rain’s wailing outside.
He talks to the nurse.
His voice hoarse like sand—
Flash, lightening.
Raindrops darken the dusty walk—
Thunder.
He sinks into the bench beside me.
Stinging smell of cigarette butts—
Another thunder.
Door slides close and muffles it.
Nurse says my name.
I walk into the doctor’s—
A muffled thunder.
I don’t remember seeing the lightning.
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Note: Dysautonomia is a disorder of the autonomic nervous system, often causing brain fog, anxiety, and sensory overload.
Categories:
edition, anxiety, mental health, mental
Form: Free verse
Mad as thunder, kiss like thorns, blood like blackberry wine, fallen angel charms and looks with smell of Smokey quartz ash, with orange blossom flowers, with white Roses and honeysuckle dreams, with the twinkle in his eye to claim your soul as you make a deal with the devil right hand women Lady S and assistant as he sip his tea off of lava rocks as he offer you a hell fire pen and he seal it with one tear with a Newest emoji of 2025
Categories:
edition, body, break up, business,
Form: Free verse
jokes and comedy was tolerant
now people are insolvent
have you tried to be nice?
you should try it's so wise
back in my days
people use to make sure
that i'm not getting hurt
back in my days
people were damn sure
that i was innocent
i use to dress
from my mother's clothes
the eyes baited me
like i was their last hope
now i change my s
to make them happy
in the times we're free
15 years of wasted plans
and nonsene society
i wear what i wanna wear
but get called names cause
men will be men
but this man wants to try different
doesn't make him a woman
back in my days
people use to make sure
that i'm getting hurt
back in my days
people were damn sure
that i'll be a woman
if i want to be who i was
then let be me
why you need to feel
we lost something in free
"it's a phase"
damn right for you for sure
you're boy a act like it
no i don't want to
teasing girls must be fun
i'm not really into it
cause i liked men
matured ones
back in my days
wearing pink was a crime
who told me that
old times was a shine
i want to stay in present
for me it's enough
Categories:
edition, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
living in fears thinking
the dark have something
cold air and dim light
maybe there's someone standing
me with my 26 of supportive years
sleeping in one room
i hear noises and whispering
of someone who i knew
the empty chair
seems to be different
i guess a ghost sit on it
to see me awake in the night
while i cry think to die
all the time i ever needed
i see shadows of people
but people were there ?
was it my thinking or
was it reality?
the noises making me nervous
with a broken heart
i guess they're telling me something
to not fall apart
the empty chair
seems to be different
i guess my demons sit on it
or my broken hopes
for america
Categories:
edition, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
The Lord is my sculptor I will chisel rightly, He holds my hand and directs it. He opens my mind to visualize the deep, He brings light to my mind, He opens a craft book for me because of His loving heart, Even though the night seems to cloud my mind I will not be perturbed, You’re my inspiration, my guide and my sunlight, You strengthen my feeble hands in the times of adversity, You open the door for me out of the hold of the night, I find the path to creativity, I will see the visions of the beauty of nature and walk in the path of radiance forever.
May 21, 2024.
Categories:
edition, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
The Lord is my technician,
I shall not err
He makes me work effectively well in my workplace
He brings me back my good condition
He screwed my loose parts firmly in His side.
He repairs the spare parts of my body and soul
for my wellness, holiness and proficiency sake.
Even though I work overtime as needed;
I still have time for Him,
Thy divine tool and Holy Spirit fix me
Thou apply conversion lubricants to my rusty parts and soul;
My engine and spirit runneth smoothly,
Surely productivity and efficiency shall generate on me
all the days of my missions
And my owner will be glad on me
And I will function well in His company as long as I live.
Categories:
edition, faith,
Form: Free verse
The Lord is my physician.
I won’t be sickly.
He helps me to get my rest and much-needed sleep.
He gives me exercises to do;
He makes me stronger.
He instructs me on the best supplements
for my health’s sake.
Even though my food and environment are filled with toxins,
I will feel safe
because I trust in You.
Your wisdom and Your remedies soothe me.
I encounter infections and viruses in many places that I go;
You protect me from Pandemics.
I feel so grateful.
Surely strength and fitness will enhance my well-being
through the days of my life,
and I will be healed by my Physician
evermore.
Categories:
edition, spiritual,
Form: Verse
You know Dasher and Dancer and Frosty and Santa
live in The North Pole with the elves and Rudolph.
If you be jolly and quick, you'll see Old Saint Nick,
rocking around the Christmas tree at night.
When the clock is striking twelve
don't you fall asleep
Down the chimney Santa comes
for a snack to eat.
All the stockings you will find
that decked the halls,
mine will be the jolly one
going ho-ho-ho!
Categories:
edition, christmas, snow,
Form: Free verse
It’s rotting flesh falling, spirit’s most appalling,
with it's hot breath seething, slowly chokes my breathing.
Categories:
edition, death,
Form: Alexandrine
Hickory dickory diddle
the cat and the mouse play fiddle
they sat on the clock
they found on the rock
while the spoon danced in the middle.
Hickory dickory dock
the mouse broke that clock
it should have struck one
and it won't stick two
so he bugged the old lady in the shoe.
Hickory dickory dock
the cow jumped over the clock
he took the spoon
who wished for the moon
hickory dickory dock.
Hickory dickory diddle,
the cat played the fiddle
he played the great tune
that woke up the moon
witnessing the dish and the spoon.
Categories:
edition, child, childhood, fun,
Form: Light Verse
The Lord is my driver
I will not crash.
He buckles me the front seat of my road car.
He drives me on back roads,
He maintains my vehicle.
He leads me on the direct routes
For time saving sake.
Even though I ride on the narrow back alleys,
I will feel brave,
because He drives me.
The window and door protect me.
We travel on snow and ice covered roads in safety.
You add the lubricant to my engine.
My eyes see country.
Surely clear roads and safe trips will be my lot.
All the trips that I take.
And I will ride shotgun in His car
Forever!
Categories:
edition, car, jesus, religion,
Form: Free verse
**So, where I live a blizzard just ended a day ago, and as a result we are having a white Christmas. Now Christmas is a great season, but I really love summer. This is a summertime parody of "Joy To the World."
Done with the snow, the sun is hot.
Let play outside revive
Let every child, the girls and boys
swing freely at the park
swing freely at the park
swing freely, freely at the park.
***
Done with the cold, the summer sings
Dive deep into the pool.
While parks and picnics, watermelons and BBQ,
bask the sunshine glow
bask the sunshine glow
bask, bask the sunshine glow.
***
Sun rules the land, with heat and warmth.
And makes great fun outside
The rays of bright glory delight
And boost of serotonin
And boost of serotonin
and boost, boost of serotonin
And boost, boost of serotonin.
Categories:
edition, christmas, summer, sun,
Form: Lyric
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
We’re always ready for when it really drops
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
We’re always ready for when it really drops
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
Categories:
edition, weather,
Form: Pantoum
Christmas edition of PS News is out, and here's the scoop
Poets are climbing the rungs of ladders on Poetry Soup
It's not an easy feat; one to be applauded and praised
instead of opposed, demeaned, or by jealous ones, razed
Why bother looking at lists if you find them to be galling?
Frankly, I find one with such an attitude to be appalling.
Remember that Santa makes lists. Two of them, in fact
and you'll be on top of his naughty list if you overreact
Stop being so gosh darn negative about petty trivialities
We are not alike. We have many different personalities
So stop whining about poets who like to write for contests
You will surely find a lump of coal in your stocking, unless...
Categories:
edition, holiday, humor,
Form: Rhyme
The scarcely bothered about The Best,
Second-hand TV his prayer request:
After divorce, a prostitute
For a substitute,
Benefit of doubt to crooks
He happens to have excused their looks!
A likely buyer of a car
Whose source is dirty,
Because it can still get far
And still in years not thirty
The willing taker of drugs
With only a week to their expiry:
Never a bothered shoulder shrugs,
After this confirming from honest inquiry…
I’m that somebody of Low Ambition
Sure to emerge tops during Our Exhibition.
Categories:
edition, analogy, cheer up, desire,
Form: Rhyme
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