Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
Do my words come out staggered and awkward-
Far apart and yet too close,
And do I linger far too long for hands held too stiff for an applause? [one that won’t occur]
Do you like me kinder, sweeter and quiet?
Am I preferred to lie in the heat of battle,
And to falter at rejection? [Whilst known I did]
Is it not okay to stand too quickly, [After being paddled down]
Or am I meant to bow to the sun whilst turning my back on the moon,
Meant to favour right over left,
Sand on my blistering palms instead of the fields used to roam,
And thank the lord that I have hands at all.
When my skin starts to peel, [Under pounding heat]
Are my lips then parted justifiably?
When my eyes start to dry,
And my throat starts to ache, [Parched, unlike before]
Are my rights there undeniably?
Is there proof of humanity,
Under rubbled buildings?
Are our bones a remnant of life
Or do we lie there undefinably.
for separation of church and hate ~ eating your humble piety
E-xcellent
M-essage
I-s
L-etting
Y-early
G-reeting
U-se
L-ine
A-bout
P-alatable
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Emily S. Gulapa (October 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Beautiful feverfew, chamomile’s tall and lacy cousin.
Magical pain relieving herb makes, a bitter tasting tea.
Honey and lemon make it a palatable blessing.
__Attestation to our sweet dreams__
We can’t beef
We’re far from it
We can’t leave
We’re richer than that
We can apologize
When we’re wrong
We can publicize
When we’re strong
We’re not mad
We’re conscious of time
And so we’ll be heard
At exactly the time
We have depth in us
We dream of what is feasible
We’re wise and a brilliant source…
We’re meaningful and capable
All we have in our desires are real
And they are worth in our dreams
Medals and wordsmith meal
Are perhaps minimal in our rhythm?
We struggle in the battle
We lock horn that is realizable
Our visions abound- aren’t rattle
They are palatable and charitable.
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