Ah dear angel, there’s no life without flesh
Spiritual, we are abstract and formless
It would’ve been a miracle, to refresh
Our lives, to be revived from nothingness
But miracles don’t happen often, do they
Your ASDA list completed, lawn is mowed
The rooms are tidied, as they were that day
That froze in time not to be spoken much about
We’ve found ourselves just by a happy chance
My dear angel, help me with my thought
Was it a miracle that happens only once
Or an unconscious life we bound to sought?
Stop refreshing the screen.
Their name wont show, or be highlighted.
Stop scrolling through the old texts.
It wont bring them back.
Stop staring at them,
They wont look back at you.
You shouldn’t have to beg for attention.
You shouldn’t have to change the color of your eyes,
for them to see you.
You shouldn’t have to increase the volume of your music to drown out the overthinking.
You shouldn’t have to speak in their cøde for them to
End up not understanding you.
Do not be the romantic waltz to their messy tango.
They didn’t notice then, why would they notice now?
You shouldn’t have to
U
N
D
R
E
S
S
For them to see the real you.
Because the real you isn’t just your flesh.
You shouldn’t have to train them to treat you how you want,
Just for you to end up the circus clown.
You shouldn’t have to change your vocal cords just to
Harmonize one note with them.
You shouldn’t have to provide the effort.
You shouldn’t have to,
But you do.
Because that’s what we call
Love.
Did Hannah see bees? Hannah did
Heard they disappeared with the birds off grid
Won't lovers revolt now?
No rules and no know-how
Kama Sutra all round, heaven forbid!
Refresh
Refresh your soul with the sweetness of Christ. Begin
Each new day with prayers for love, mercy and guidance. Ask
For forgiveness if you have hurt or offended someone. He will
Restore the peace that you lost and now long for. Spend time
Every day immersing yourself in His word. Live to
Serve and love others as He has taught us. You will find
Healing.
When I stand on the shore, everything makes sense.
I am forced into the now.
All of my senses are being utilized as nature intended.
I experience comfort.
My fear of death fades away.
The air smells refreshing, salty.
The wet sand under my feet and the wind at my face feels just right.
I can see eternity.
I am temporary and that is ok.
This world is fascinating, captivating,
Nature provides.
My mind goes blank as I peer into eternity.
My soul no longer aches.
I admire nature’s beauty.
I feel no illness. No worries. No sorrow
For a moment, I let the rest of the world worry about itself, selfishly.
I am home.
As the sun sets, reality checks in.
Time to go.
Time...
Where does it go?
Sometimes I miss the good times.
Well, I have run out of time.
I must go now.
a red wine sunrise
warms the parched landscape canvas ~
cool raindrops refresh
# 4
LANTERNE TYPE POEM
REFRESHING WALK
Walk
Outdoors
In nature
Among the trees
Or grassy meadows
Until your cheeks are red
The breeze you feel cools the skin
Some blooming flowers worth picking
The sun is setting and you will be
Home
Copyright, Kathryn Search
A
poet
is someone
who pens a deep
and mysterious
wonderment known only
to them, and is then deeply
offended when no one comments
or responds, spending the rest of the
day pouting and writing sulk poetry.
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lol
Past the tears of joy
My heart rejoiced and pumped
An utter beat of ethereal madness
For a new soul awakened love
With kind and somber touch
Unbeknownst and never felt
Overcome with dizziness
I swooned neath this power
My female flower pronounced
And awakened fresh and sweet
For long ignored and now alive
Vitality and youth regained
Take me to the mountain top
Baptize me in the cool rivers
Bath with me please don't stop
Let's see what it delivers
My heart is already cursed
From loving you so long
Holding back a heart will burst
Be it either right or wrong
I am damned for eternity
these feelings that aren't whole
Weight is such an enormity
Refresh my darkened soul
Can a Muse, words refresh
seamlessly enmesh
While She's away
does rhyme ever stray...
When she returns, if she returns
will poetic pens yearn...
Will trumpets still blaze Imperially
Inspirational visions, Ethereally
Captivating, Ascendant
~ Illuminating...
Stressed?
Pressed?
Refresh
Wash
Brush
Dress
Fresh?
Refresh your soul
It’s time for a change.
Things can’t remain the same.
The time is done,
Move on.
It’s time for a fresh page to write upon.
Throw old dreams into the chasm and write a new song.
All things they end and begin again.
It’s time for a change.
The cranes have come to build upon,
The nest that once stood here.
Summer is gone, the fading sun,
Will soon have disappeared.
Life continues.
The news is not new.
Start afresh,
Refresh your soul
And change,
Become anew.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
smooth journey ending in a failed event
being thorough and meticulous to shine
little mistake encroaches like a rodent
then perfection turns out to be less than fine
terrible smell coming out of a good scent
mental energy not ready to dine
result is short-lived, idea is permanent
the next street, an option with another line
emotion now becomes a bad leader
processing character void of its photo
the heart stands by as the highest bidder
not totally misplaced from the Lotto
a pause then a U-turn, simply consider
keeping in mind the essence of the motto.
Water drips slowly
from the flowers of summer...
early morning bathe!
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