I met you in a solemn moment in my life
but you removed all my darkness with a single smile
from that first second of us locking eyes
I felt this burning love that I could never disguise
I waited by the bar that night expecting the same
now that I think about it I couldn’t tell you the names
of who I was with or the drinks in my hand
I remember hoping I was someone you’d understand
I tried to hide the rush of heat that moved through me
when you turned your head and suddenly I was all you could see
it’s like you saw my walls up and braved the climb
then you fell into my arms, and now you’re mine
nowadays when I wake I feel lighter step by step
having spent all those hours so close to your chest
with you, the mundane is never the same
you make me feel like I win every game
I long to be yours in every life time
things can get better, I take you as my sign
The sign starts a clock, grounded on paper.
Coldness fills the air; nervousness lasts only a little while.
Shoes untied while sitting in traffic, zoning out while I talk to the birds.
Changing seats for a new perspective, feeling the energy shift until I want my seat back.
Weird people, a cold world — acceptance is a long walk.
Residue stains like red wine on white carpet.
Everything happens on time.
Awareness comes through learning curves in turn breaking layers.
Now dry clay is molded with intention.
Feeling my feet on the ground, stepping over cracks in the pavement.
My heart beats to a song unwritten.
Letting my hair down from its updo position.
Ambiguous uncertainty while simply saying words I’ve already written.
Flashbacks of guilt from another’s pain and division.
Faith brings relief, like ice water on a hot day.
A lemonade stand at the corner — only 25 cents, already made.
Labor pain, forming a union.
Pain in the eyes leaves no room for confusion.
A laundry line in the yard.
There’s no place like home.
Midst midnight flashes
a poet’s pen shattered
in the hand of him who simply muttered
O, for a sign from above
O, for a sign from above
Creatures howled ‘bove his window sill
the poet clutched a box of pills
that grew a pair of purple gills
O, for a sign from above
O, for a sign from above
Ah, a fiberglass arrow split the air
Jezebel’s or Beezelbub’s he never knew
when his hands and feet began to mew, he cried
O, for a sign from above
O, for a sign from above
They say I am full of air,
as I sit here wearing blue.
In the seventh house,
I love to see and smell roses.
Social circles is where I am,
as I am balancing life.
This is not my zodiac sign,
I know I am not under this spell.
Those who trust in God, is moved by the love in their heart,
forgiveness, grace and mercy, will also have a part.
In a world, where love is waxing cold, day by day you see,
but the goodness of the Lord, grows in you and me.
With His love and mercy, a pardon He will give,
to those who believe, and choose for Him to live.
In the darkness of this world, how our lights should shine,
it’s a sign from God, saying, this one, is mine.
The button has not worked for three months.
Someone filed the plan.
Someone approved the form.
Someone put up the sign and called it done.
Not done.
We know the ramp.
We know the sky above it
the same sky you called beautiful the day you cut the ribbon,
the day the photographs were taken.
We built our day around the sign's promise.
We got here.
The door did not open.
There is a number to call
we have called it.
A form to fill
we have filled it.
A ticket number rusting in a queue behind things more urgent than a door that will not open.
More urgent than this?
A promise is not a plan.
Not a ribbon,
not a form,
not a ticket number rusting in a queue.
A promise is a door that opens.
Fix it.
Not once, for the photograph.
On the Tuesday no one watches,
with the toolkit,
with the person who comes back,
because someone will be here tomorrow who needs this to work.
Beauty is not the opening day.
It is the maintenance.
The fixing.
Again.
And again.
For as long as people need to cross.
scent of the so fresh
mowed grass really is sign
of summer season
They changed their flags before sunrise,
and called it weather.
By noon the microphones were blooming
like plastic flowers in dust.
Reporters asked straight questions;
answers arrived sideways,
oiled and smiling,
wrapped in patriotic ribbon.
A man declared himself the nation,
the worker, the owner,
the speech, the applause,
the hand that signs its own praise.
He wore green glasses in famine
and praised the harvest.
He wore dark glasses in fire
and admired the shade.
Truth stood outside barefoot,
waiting to be invited in.
No one heard her knock
above the cutlery of ambition.
Wherever the platter was fullest,
there rolled the faithful.
Principles were folded neatly
and kept for ceremonial days.
Someone asked why the hen
still sat upon the egg.
The minister promised progress,
a cushioned chair by evening.
We laughed, because laughter
is cheaper than revolt.
We laughed, because the room
was wired to record our silence.
And still, every season,
the chair arrives before justice.
[Poet’s Notes : Geckos are flexible, able to thrive in most situations. They symbolise transformation & resilience due to their ability to detach, then regrow their tails. Losing their tail is a metaphor for shedding old habits, fears, or burdens that no longer serve. As omen, they represent good luck, adaptability, a reminder to shed the past, rebuild, moving forward after setbacks. In many cultures, geckos are signs of positive protection.]
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“With renewal comes guardianship ~ an inner strength to both hold the past whilst not being defined by it.” ~ Poet
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Gecko appeared on white wall
tail shadow flickering fall
amber leaves crack autumn’s cue
shows transmutation is due ~
Regeneration is name
my chosen professed good game
power healings signal luck
old scales peel burning in muck
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witch’s gown was a tell-tale sign straight out of Poe
she brought butterflies and berries to autumn’s glow
her colors were summer, yet October friendly too
She was a Bohemian beauty who was long overdue
Maybe this is why we have such a hot September I thought
Summer was climbing into the fall, something she brought
Butterflies were supposed to be gone, but here they were
Berries still blooming, she was beautiful, magic and pure.
I made two out of order signs
Fastened them together
Hung over my shoulders one day
Sunny was the weather
I took a book I had started to read
And sat down in the shade
It was a day for rest for me
I wouldn't use a spade
My kitchen had closed on the door
Cooking was not happening
This was a day of vacation
Don't call it slackening
Women of America use some sense
Take a day for yourself
Rest, read, take a small nap
Put your work on a shelf
Add a day now and then to rest
It will do a wonder
For your mind, body and spirit
So you won't go under
Of the world that we live in, and all that we know,
From the seeds that take root in the rich soil below,
To the sun in the sky and the tides on the shore,
We are seeing a wonder, we’re seeing much more.
Oh, the light of the morning, a soft, gentle gleam,
Or the peace that arrives with a welcoming dream.
We just look at the stars with a soft, quiet sigh,
At the marvelous grace of the clouds drifting by.
There is life in each breath that we take in the air,
In the intricate patterns we see everywhere.
In the simple design of a leaf or a tree,
Lies a boundless and deep, silent mystery.
Not a moment that passes, not ever a day,
But a new little miracle comes on its way.
For the whole of existence, the simple and grand,
It’s a gift we can hold in the palm of our hand.
Bad start could be sign
Engagement ring lost at new year’s ball
Ominous omen or lousy luck
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I’m about to ride into battle Lord,
Hoping victory will be mine, I
fight only as a last resort Lord,
But I think it’s justified this time,
If you agree my cause is just Lord
Will you please send me down a sign.
Geminis cannot be squelched
Without squirming and kicking
Biting, scratching, screaming and stabbing
Gouging, pinching, hitting, and slicing
Even psychopaths and sociopaths leave us alone
Usually agreeing other targets go more easily.
Gemini is an air sign, we get along well with Aquarians and Leos
Best to marry Libras if we can find one available
But they marry early, so hurry.
Gemini, flighty, funny, fleeting
Moving, malleable, merry-maker mercurial mind
Dynamic, energetic, a shapeshifter, a fairy, a changeling
Gemini, constantly seeking, learning the world
Asking questions, figuring out better ways,
Clairvoyant, clairsentience, clairaudient
Gemini, party animal, bringing joy and enthusiasm
New horizons, fresh start, rejuvenation
Wants her own way, can be diabolical if double-crossed
Gemini, fragile, sensitive, easily hurt
Fairy-like, imagination on ready alert always.
Sensitive idealist, actress, teacher persuader
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