I wish I could clamp down a lid on my thoughts
And stop them from overspilling
It'd be better than tying my mind in knots
Over worries not so thrilling
I wish I could stop my mind from fast whirring
And sleep without turmoils at night
Sometimes 'tis better to stop than keep stirring
Mind matters that keep me uptight
The strangest of thoughts at the oddest of hours
Getting creative late at night
Being a poet has both its curse and pow'rs
When it leaves me in sleepless plight
I wish my mind had a button to shut down
And blank out when necessary
I would rather sleep than wake up with a frown
But 'tis my burden to carry
05.23.2021
Categories:
overspilling, night, poetess, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Hammer high, hammer high
Dreams of love or war
Replicate and manipulate.
Metal. Metal.
Manufacture, mould, make do and mend
Build myself a crown.
Fracture and rot
Show me your broken bones.
Build it high
Spire, spitfire, situation tires
Into overspilling global landscapes
Of thrones put out to sea.
Nightmares are dreams in other words.
Build myself a crown
And relax from my hand
The hammer high and heavy sigh.
Europe burns the world.
You should relax yourself to
The fact that we like you
Show me your broken bones.
Playgrounds stretch out flat
Like paper or global diktats
Where upon one day in fact
We'll build a city
Build it high
Where we live upon and feast upon.
Build myself a crown.
Categories:
overspilling, art, conflict, metaphor, war,
Form: Free verse
Holidays shape the overspilling
bounds of aromas. Hidden possessions
dismissed away, packed in a wardrobe
banished to an unforgiven loneliness.
A protested chaos snapped
unpleasant whispering,
interruptimg nature's
beauty, hope, and
sweetness of a special
occasion. Alongside belonged
twisting frustration furied by the
enormous danger hesitant to a wave
and smile of polite luxury.
Categories:
overspilling, family, history, holiday, loneliness,
Form: Free verse