Painful.
Like a sock with a hole in it.
That grows.
Faster and faster.
Until I curl up on the floor.
Curling like twine.
There is no hole, my sock is fine.
What is painful is the fire.
Then I heard the choir.
A choir that laughs, as I bury myself.
Under the carpet, near the shelf.
The shelf falls over, right near my arm.
I wish I had my good luck charm.
Incapacitating.
That’s when everything grows, except you.
Flames.
That appear for no reason.
Except to laugh at me.
Flames that grow as I start to stand.
Staring at the fingers on my hand.
One by one, my fingers implode.
I jumped in the car, with fire on the road.
Painful. Incapacitating.
Fires and torn socks.
So I continue my day.
An artsy faerie of Emerald green
with her dragon Verde can be seen,
deep in the woods by a stump of oak;
this pair were quite creative folks.
A faerie gifted with a talent for carving
though she earned not a single farthing;
she carved and carved for children you see
bunnies, flowers, birds and bees.
Verde would fly into their dreams at night
as they slept beneath bright moonlight;
he’d whisper deep into their ears,
stories to quell all of their fears.
Then softly, he crept to their beds
and lay a carving by their head;
with faerie magic it was imbued;
a gift of magic and wonders true.
A good luck charm for their protection
full of wisdom to give them direction;
for guidance from the elementals,
is that which comes right from the angels.
On the door of every Jewish home
is a sort of 'good-luck charm'
Containing certain verses Biblical
to keep all who come and go from harm
Some kiss it on the way out or in
to deter themselves from acts of sin
Such as bolting their front door to guard
'gainst ragged beggars others bar
The waves that hit upon these golden shores
Are a welcome and powerful roar
The water washes my sins so pure
And I sit here, my mind an open door
A person is no more than this
A mind in it's own abyss
Locked in a suit of bliss
When the water whisks
Hearts so full of hate
Will always debate
When you concentrate
On a simple plate
People come and go
Threaten what you know
And strike hateful blows
Leaving scars that don't show
My child how I wish
That things weren't like this
They will tear away your wits
And try to create rifts
We wrote you into our arms
We'll keep you from harm
Even after our last alarm
Our good luck charm
A promise we carry forever
We won't forget it, ever
As you find your leisure
We will give without measure
Always remember this place
Your smile and your grace
You have time for mistakes
A slip is not a final grave
Three bangle bracelets
three initial charms, discrete
July birthday gift from my grandkids.
Three bangle bracelets
initially a set complete
until one bangle hit the skids.
Searching for a small bauble
proved very unsuccessful
December has too many places.
Searching for a new bauble
proved equally distressful,
I must buy a whole new bracelet.
Four months later a downpour
caused flooding along our ditch
checking it out, discovery!
Four months later that downpour
had washed my dogie from her niche
April rains had set her free.
Tatterdemalion
she looked deplorable and mangled
having spent months on the street.
Tatterdemalion
she looks adorable, re-bangled
now - good-luck charm – oft-beat.
written May 2, 2017
THE MAGIC BROOMSTICK
There is a magic broomstick
Upon which witches ride,
On dark and spooky windy nights
Up into the air it glides.
Soaring over trees and hills
It travels far and wide
The magic cat sits on the back
His black face a grin from side to side.
Mr.Moon peeps through the clouds
As they scud across the sky
He provides light and guidance through the night
As the magic broomstick whizzes by.
The witches cackle as they ride,
They don’t mean any harm,
In pointed hats and long black cloaks
They drop a good luck charm.
So if you look up into the sky
On a dark October night
You’ll most likely see the broomstick
And the witches magic light.
The magic broomstick casts good spells
On children everywhere
Then in a puff of magic smoke
The broomstick vanishes into thin air.
c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008
You carried my heart in your pocket like loose change
No regard for love just using me when it was convenient
Sometimes you would even forget I was there
But the sound of glass shattering and the faint whisper of freedom yearning for wings
Would jog your memory
As the melody of my heartbeat would caress your ears
You threw me around where ever you pleased and placed me in anywhere to be left behind
Only thinking of me when you found me where you last left me
Treating my heart like a good luck charm, something less than the precious life I had
You carried my heart in your pocket so I decided to leave it behind
Because you broke my heart beyond repair and I needed to learn how to love myself all over again
p.s. I’m rebuilding me so I can love again…
I feel your presence before the break of dawn
While the night lights above glitter still
And the snowflakes dance in the gentle breeze
Inspiring my dusty quill
I eagerly check my Facebook messages
And find your 'sleep tight' note left last night
Next to that photo with your dreamy eyes
Reminiscent of a chivalrous , military knight
May love journey with you throughout this day
Inspired by my good luck charm on December 1 2015
I fear dying in the worst way.
the pain and suffering
it kills me each day
to be hit by a train
in the dark of the night
wold cause so much pain
to be shot in the heart
While walking down the street
Would tear me apart.
To die of over dose
After being so dumb
Would be so gross.
To die from self-harm
After feeling so lost
Would not be my good luck charm.
To die after giving birth
To a healthy baby
Would be likely on earth.
I fear dying in the worst way.
The pain and suffering,
It kills me each day.
I want to create a jewel with wisdom balance and wealth
I want a little garnet, ruby and topaz in its beauty
I need it to sparkle like a diamond, with the touch of a sapphire
I need it to have loyalty, happiness and sincerity in its vibe
A jewel that can listen and be wise in its eyes
I want to create a jewel, one just for me
My good luck charm
My excellence
My eyes
I miss you Monday,Tuesday,Wednesday,Thursday,Friday..
So happy to see you Saturday and Sunday.
You bring so much joy to my life,
You let my sun shine so bright,your soul is like a flame.
it burns inside of me,you take my breath away,
you are good luck charm,my rabbit's foot
the four leaf clover to my charm.
your spell of happiness and caring and love is casted on me.
your pure in heart,my lovely angel.my shining star
but all i need is you and only you.
My Shirt
I love the way you feel against my skin, so soft, so snug,
Fit so tight, like a hand in a glove.
My favorite color, my favorite style,
Sorry I haven't worn you in a while.
You're my lucky one, only to be worn when needed,
Only when I'm feelin' defeated.
One arm in, then I do the other,
You're my good luck charm and there could never be another.
My Shirt.?
Sunshine’s leisure graces her poise
flapping upward ‘pon nature’s call,
polka-dotted, the field enjoys
buzzes of hum with each landfall;
as cluster of leaves waves its shawl.
The tender ribs of light enshrine
her painted bodice that saves crops,
one wiggle snares pests in whooping line
while harvest thrills bug’s toil, non-stop
farmer's lady, tough yet divine.
Off she skates toward heavenly
a good luck charm that boldly flows,
on moonlit gloss like spring fairy
with dulcet wings, her flight bestows
unmindful of the heap she sows!
Whimsy in English Quintain Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
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1 May 2013
You look for the shooting star going across the sky.
You look for that pot of gold maybe at the end of a rainbow.
You haven't found it yet so you give up hope.
Then out of no where a star comes out of nowhere.
It isn't like most stars because it is filled with so many things.
So you create a circle for the star to let out its awesomeness.
Each day your days get better as the star shows off its charms
You are his lucky charm.
Bringing him a good luck charm with a pot of love.
For a little c-note, will you stay by me a while?
You have turned my luck, and it is raising my pile.
My fortunes have been so lousy in this joint.
Since you came by, the shooter is making his point.
I know you have customers waiting for their drinks.
You probably think my logic and reasoning stinks.
Will another bill be enough to keep you by my side?
My luck is good now, and I do not want to be denied.
I am almost even again and nearly out of harm.
Come on cutie, stay and be my good luck charm.
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