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Blue laugher dancing across her face
saving her from embarrassing grace.
Another night in Jack’s Corner Bar
leaving her torturous thoughts afar.
Dirty dancing a nightly affair
concealing truths in neon glare.
Cheap, gaudy jewels sparkling in glow
disguising secrets no one must know.
Angel caught in inelegant fall
once the virtuous belle of the ball.
A dark heart deceived her naiveté.
She fights to keep the demons at bay.
Another round with a double back
barely takes off the chill of attack.
Blue laughter returns to empty eyes,
cloaking sadness in a veiled disguise.
Loud tunes, cheap liquor, thrills on the floor.
Meaningful conversation a bore.
Her dreams for the future tossed aside.
No husband, children, never a bride.
“Bartender, another. Make it two!”
Easy to forget with mind askew.
Nights full of nothing and nevermore.
Relationships harder than before.
More common these nights she spends alone.
Not the sweet belle as she was once known.
Alone and lonely in her despair.
Options were few when emotions lay bare.
Blue laughter faded and disappeared.
Her heart dead, her reputation smeared.
A future uncertain with lost hope.
She was failure, not ready to cope.
Music thumping through her throbbing head
replaying the hurtful words he’d said.
She deserves better than she will get.
Nothing left in her glass but regret.
Written: March 11, 2025
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Desert dazzling daisy,
Enchanted by the delicate dance of the wind,
swayed gently under the warm sun.
Its vibrant petals caught the light,
creating a mesmerizing display that drew
the attention of passing travelers, the light of dawn,
At dusk, it fades akin to fireworks.
Brilliant blooms of
dandelions, born from
a bounty of love,
are bettor than barren
baubles of diamonds,
which emerge from a heart of stone.
Fantastic flair fills
hearts with fervor,
as fleeting fragments fade
such dewdrops dancing
delicately on dainty petals.
An ethereal essence elevates,
joyfully bouncing in the
the atmosphere as dew emerges.
Roaring rivers of red rage
in a realm buried
beneath darkness,
holding treasures,
tattered threads,
tossed at the threshold,
gently cloaking love,
longing and light.
In a blazing embrace,
spitting at soaring ships,
smoldering swifter,
Togetherness and love soar to the loftiest heights.
mirroring a midget mirth,
As a mantis mercilessly mauls its mate,
Carefree, courageous, captivating,
this scene is filled with frolic and fun,
then they could scream
the fury of forgotten freedom,
fervently flaring.
Leap into the loving arms.
of a waiting parent—
Truly treasured is trust.
There is joy in returning that love
love is not a ledger;
It doesn't tally totals.
But for the parents,
Who do they leap into?
Trusting love will be met.
with festive feasts
and fine wine.
Progenitor of all progenitors,
to whom the past is pinned,
in whose hands the future flourishes,
famed for nurturing the finest—
for joy and wellness,
seeds sown and reaped,
life rekindled,
form of finesse and fortitude.
To heed His harmonious hints,
with serene Sunday pauses,
to ponder and perceive
how one might overlook a signal
and shift into reverse,
to regain the path
and reach a radiant resolution.
A paradise of playful,
peaceful pauses,
and who in truth
can truly doubt,
Gazing at the humbly honored
His everlasting love for us,
His cherished children
for whom He chose to die?
CYBER LIFE
My stamen a purple flare of Light
lit from Galactic Sun
igniting me for an hour or a day
a week or month, who knows ?
Portholes open ever so slightly
Time truly an illusion
Between petals I zoom extracting
nectar for cloaking against
cyber pistols, unpeelings
invasions, unveilings, insertions
with fire eating flesh
A joke tastes of poison
Moon a metallic observer
Buttons, knobs, numbers, clicks
My babes in their Pleiadian pods
incubated quietly like geraniums
in the backyard
Radiants swirl down marbled stairways
No corridors or medbeds touched
trained so on a faraway planet
Sheets folded in symphony
without speck, sparkle or frequency
We were strapped
Plutonians commanded
destruction
Tails chopped or dissolved
pendulums swung
A silent silvery slippery kiss
below a peppered moustache
pats on backs for a job
well done
My stamen wilted into mauve
Galactic Sun still waits
for me, as I return
to civilian couch
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2022
Attention:
This one is the problem child.
Mom and dad deny autonomy
take authority over a diary
supervised at all times; no privacy
door hinge wide open
so why are the walls closing in?
This home is an emotion free zone
Mom says save it for therapy
but stops taking me
says my borderline personality is burdening this family’s budget
believes I’ll be cured if she just burns enough cliches into my brain
“Just be happy with what you have,
what have you crafted in your head that is such a tragedy?"
I got pills to pop and prices to pay
I got emotions but I keep 'em oceans away
beyond the combination lock on a black box
Warning:
This medication may make it worse.
Unbearable.
And ain’t that just ironic?
peace of mind partners with possibilities
of seeming more psychotic
but it’s better this way.
Right?
Anticipate a thirty day delay
and lag like yesterday on your last leg
It’s better this way.
burrow into bed and brand yourself braindead
Just pretend, society says, suffer silently!
act as if any abnormality is absent
accept that it’s actually an act
learn to lock down your breakdowns
let them drown to the box’s rock bottom
Growing sick of cloaking conflicts
in courtesy of concealing others' comfort
so sorry if you choke
I will not spoon feed what you can’t swallow
I will scream my anxieties
annunciate every aspect of agony
trapping me where serotonin's lacking
Lab rat crawling its way back
taste-testing chill pills
forgetting how to feel real
sleepwalking through a social setting
so sick, yeah, I’m real ill
Everyone tends to forget,
the tension doesn’t rest when the poem ends.
Between the blind slats I see pale light;
birds waken and begin to sing.
Slowly the inky hold of night weakens,
black fingers slipping backwards,
dawn gaining strength, brightness.
You turn and open eyes still sleepy,
your downy head cradled in my arms;
baby sweetness like the fresh morning,
soft dewy skin cloaking infant charms.
The days flow faster
sweeping childhood swiftly past,
clouds of child laughter
raining happiness each day
stay, baby mine, stay with me.
Copyright, August 11, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
Like a master of self-deception
Earnest beliefs and conviction
Throw’s woven rows potter’s dust rose
Tears flow my sorrow grows
Intentions to impose judgments
No more love with disappointments
Grudges need to be relinquished
Gateway to reality arose extinguished
Old dreams new ones replenished
Heavy fray rope no longer enslaves me in bondage
Cool breeze freely moving cloaking my cheeks at long last
Falling no longer , but am the person I acknowledge
Satisfying heart, no longer an echo of the past
bleeding scars untold
relinquished emerald green
letting go h-e-a-l-i-n-g
4/8/2016
- Poetry Contest : Letting Go-Three Form Style
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
I can't see..?
Going on his worldview how it
Comes to be.'
How the Corrupted corpse of the un-holy see.? Figures in Georges mind.' Is it a generational phenomenon.?
Goodness me.' I must admit for some time
I walked that path, trusting some greater good, was balancing the wrath.? St Peters
Seat and prison of
St Paul, a place where those, were, who listened for Gods
Call.' Yet it seems they have joined the pharisees.? Operating with evil at ease.) The once picture, is now
a scattered puzzle?
With odd pieces, that might be bothered to
Stand at kill centers, to oppose and pray,yet on the whole, we follow evil ways.' Billions of funding going on wars, vatican
Bank in the mix, death pays well,
truth chafes raw.' And the mancles of mind control..Yet we are informed we can get well in this hole.? I read one Truth..good direction is stole, its been
'tricked up; and out'
Painted with gold.' What a parcel of lies
Twined in evils cloaking; and a heavy
blood red role.'
Regret drips slowly
down the terraced walls, it never falls.
A thick green moss forms in the shadows,
a smothering caul.
~He was a friend to all.~
Forevers were sworn,
all that's left are yesterdays, long gone.
What will tomorrow bring, will it be
the joy for which we long?
~Daughter, Wife, Mother, Mine.~
A blanket shelters
naked, tearful, truths, and pain we'll not see
like the moss it cloaks regret in dark
cloaking you and me.
~Two truthful souls lie here.~
The ending's so near
But still we try - and still we cry on
for little do we know how close it is,
how far, how near, gone.
3 Epitaph's & Quatrain
Poets ~ Craig Cornish & Debbie Guzzi
Date 9/23/13
Compromising regard to life
thou being my curse
turning my world asunder
in your regard I was lesser
a presence in whispers
You the filch-er stole self
the cadence of speech
seem as missives
reaching a velvet caress
raising expectation
your delusion no mistruth
nectarous phrase
dripping love
suddenly discord pricks
a deceived psyche
Thou eyes serpentine
gave thee away
glinting ego
treachery unveiled
A crescent moon
bandits signal light
cloaking and revealing
razor sharp talons
slicing my psyche
demon shadow
concealing
your gleefulness
at arranging its pieces
a grotesque disarray
your magnum opus
the crumbling effigy of my entity
plundered dreams shattered
to nothingness
Still
holding portions of self
supplanting thee
is no question
as time rules
so
my being follows you
Piece by bloody piece …
Clouds floating by in azure skies
pushed here and there by fickle breezes
playing tag and forming magical shapes
as they dance in harmony across the skies
Little puffs of white giving shelter
from the blazing sun and uniting into
towering pillions that appear to prop up
great mansions and glittering silvery castles
Streaked with enchanting reds, yellows and oranges
with a little mauve tinge that soon purples
as dusk slowly starts to fall cloaking them
then behold the starry night as day now ends
Now the clouds darken seemingly ominous
as they obscure the moon from earthly sight
with a back drop of glittering stars blanketing the skies
at last the moon soars into view and peace returns once more