If you could read my mind
it would be more difficult for me to escape
I have the craftiest plan
but it will not work if you do read my mind
I am a ghost here, you have taken all of my blood
Bloodless, friendless and alone, I ponder my fate
Do I have enough energy left to make a break for it?
What if you catch me, will I be dead?
If you could read my mind, you would know I am miserable
Something I fear to tell you, for you are a mean pouter
I plot my path, wanting to undertake a new journey
It does not include you, but I wisely keep this hidden
Because I fear your wrath, your temper and your meanness
Because I am terrified of what you might do to me.
Where is my dog? He disappeared a long time ago.
If he is dead, where is his body? I plot my escape.
Choice and the right book have made me a better woman
I used to be a pouter, enraged about everything
Focusing on the slightest slight
I used to be negative
Have you ever read “You cannot afford the luxury of a Negative thought?”
I have
More than once
I read it once a year
Now I am an idealist, an optimist, a creator, a dreamer, a schemer.
My muse and I do not believe in limitations.
I write between ten and forty poems every day.
Goal for myself, competing with me.
I am currently working on twenty-three paintings.
Forty-seven more are in a stack, inked, ready for paint.
Sixteen hundred paintings by me are in my garage.
I am an idealist; living my ideal life.
A hot orange and neon pink room.
What would I discover next?
I got back on my broom.
The shiny one with the silver flecks.
How can she get everything?
I asked my grandma in a mean way.
She said don’t be a ding-a-ling.
But you are welcome to stay.
Truly why do you love her the most?
I asked wondering what it was about her.
Her other grandma paid for room and ghost
Grandma said. Now stop being such a pouter.
Thomas was a doubter
Not a pouter
Day was bright
Sunny no clouds in sight
God’s gift warm and temperatures just right
But there was Danny the weatherman
Predicting things behind a five and dime stand
“There is something big headed our way
Filled with high winds I must say
Lightning and thunder
Will be the wonder”
Thomas didn’t believe the word
And headed out to see the swirl
“Before you leave
I would like you to believe
In what I see
A problem is brewing
Preparation is what you should be doing”
Thomas shrugged his shoulders
Feeling these warnings are colder
Decided to put them in his thoughtful folder
“Could you please spare a nickel and dime?
Payment to hear the information from my mind,”
Danny asked
After performing the forecasting task
Being a man Thomas decided to confront
To see what the forces of nature want
Ocean waves were making surf rougher
A message to Thomas ‘you better get tougher’
Skies started out blue
Grey entered the picture too
Night arrived time to hit the sack
Peacefully waited for the meteorological attack
Tune in tomorrow
And the results to this rainy day horror
I only compare myself to six
Trixie is fierce and independent
Biting and clawing her way to the top
of the totem pole
in the form of a hawk
We back off and let her be
Faerie Queen is a good girl,
doing what she can to keep peace
soothing everyone except
Trixie whom she avoids
flying away, fear of being eaten
Sam is a black puma,
with a thick tail,
He looks at you with those
slanted green eyes, and you
know you have been devoured
and eaten, back broken, head first
No one double crosses Sam
Marta is pure mess
She loves piles upon piles upon piles
Sorting and cleaning are things she scoffs
Feeling her creativity would die if she did
Cassha is curiously flitting from idea to ideal
Searching in vain for something new in the world
Marveling at anything she finds that she had never
dreamed of or found before
Ph'la is a pouter. She wants her own way
Gets angry mad and fast if she does not get it.
We all steer clear of her,
hoping she will not move our face.
Our face is a pure glare when Ph'la is in charge of us.
Trixie and Faerie Queen together cannot fix the face
after Ph'la gets going. We are trying though, we truly are.
A whiner tried to live with me.
A pouter tried to live with me.
Drama queen tried to live with me.
I could not do it.
I would not do it.
I completely and utterly should not do it.
I’m not the type who rants and raves.
I’m not the type who gives or caves.
I’m the one who hates high drama.
I’ll be glad to send you packing back to your mama.
Cannot put up with fuss and kick.
Or those who pretend to be sick.
So stay away, back up, look out.
I do not put up with stomping, or people who pout.
Mood makes us dance to its tune,
Be ready to face its swings.
Changing mood has more seasons,
Some you appreciate and rest others do.
Coming out of your horn its various hues,
make up for the most and endure the worst.
Every pouter too has a chirpy self,
Smallest spark is enough to raise a flame.
Beautiful opiate creates crescendo in symphony,
I love to dance to the mood music !
You entered my life as a magician and a musician,
Come coruscate my life through my mood !!
Searching for a Lover
one that is a hugger, a laugher
one that won't make me
madder, sadder,
or even balder
one that's not
a pouter or a schemer
one that is a soother, a spooner
even a squealer
not a faker, a stalker,
or a midnight squawker
one that is a winner,
could be a singer, a hummer
even a drummer
I don't need a fibber,a downer
or even a frowner
just need one that will make me
shiver and quiver
for being a great kisser
one that I can flatter
to make her day brighter
one that I can be her anchor
her answer, her charmer
her winer and diner
her knight in shining armor
I can be her victor, her healer
one that I can give humor, laughter
even pleasure
one that I make safer,smoother
and a little softer
a girl I can meet at the alter
for i will not falter