I'm not in need,
of inevitability
of planting a seed
when the weeds.....
I step through
a horror show,
of this proud
of show and tell.
I become greener,
as the weather
is stormier,
I hate this world
and the way you hurl
the abuse when I'm
the storm and voice
to an inner chaos
carries the echoes....
....wet clothes.....
hair dripping wet
I can't think
I carry no bets
to their perversions,
she was just a friend.
I ruined it completely
with this damn poetry.
A coffee in the subtle,
doesn't carry a title,
and I miss those moments.......
I miss the bus-stop cheap feeds
and I never carried that seed,
I just loved you as you were
and not as a Goddess of her.....
Categories:
stormier, friendship, friendship love, girl,
Form: Free verse
(yes, I'm serious)
Three minutes.
That’s how long it took
to name a swarming mess:
A self-appointed poet
with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves.
The diagnosis long and fancy—
bitter but addictive
on my tongue,
like the gin I’ve grown fluent in.
(Is that why his voice was slurred?)
“…The patient flinches
at the morning rains in May.
Her ink contradicts herself…
…and her thoughts betray.”
“…Well, this is why.” He pointed at my brain.
I sighed and rest
my head against the chilly wall
painted a welcoming shade of yellow.
The nurse lit branded candles:
they reserve lavender
for calming the stormier souls—
but I blow out the flame
with laughters drumming in my rib cage—
All this time,
I’ve been stuck
in debates on who’s to blame
But finally—finally,
Printed on stapled prescription bags—
a long, fancy name.
Now we can toast
with tablets in paper cups—
Here’s to
finding an enemy that's not me.
Categories:
stormier, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
The more I think I really know,
the less I understand
The farther out to sea I drift,
the more I miss the land
The stormier the days repeat,
my soul to chase the sun
The rules I once thought hard and fast,
denounced and on the run
The more I think, the less I feel,
my spirit inexcused
The hours spent off from myself,
those times I stay confused
As days fade into sleepless nights,
the moon to haunt my dreams
Where wishes live to hope again
—if I can just believe
(1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2019)
Categories:
stormier, hope,
Form: Rhyme
The more I think I really know,
the less I understand
The further out to sea I drift,
the more I miss the land
The stormier the days repeat,
my soul to chase the sun
The rules I once thought hard and fast,
denounced and on the run
The more I think, the less I feel,
my spirit inexcused
The hours spent off from myself,
those times I stay confused
As days drift into sleepless nights,
the moon to haunt my dreams
Where wishes live to hope again
—if I can just believe
(Villanova University: June, 2019)
Categories:
stormier, hope,
Form: Rhyme
W wonders can abound if you follow me round
O oarsome adventures day after day (sorry)
R relaxed and unwound we felt jollier than a clown
L loosen the dentures, put the curlers away
D dressed up in gowns, to paint town all day.
C curious treats await on the shore
R riverboats bring them to our door
U under starlit skies we sail each night
I in stormier seas you held me tight
S so far as the I can see
E ethiopia's the only place we haven't been.
Categories:
stormier, adventure,
Form: Acrostic
B arbarians and intellectuals promote winds of change
O nly the blameless ones will be left over, to turn the page
X enophobia will be gone, good riddance to evil pride
O bvious to news watchers, violence is taking control
F orecasts of gloom, become a weariness to the soul
C hange is coming, but, in the end, life will be better
H olocaust shadows predicting even stormier weather
O xy morons prefer brutal cruelty to human kindness
C ataclysmic shifting of world economies tectonic plates
O pulence and greed spitting into poor poverty's face
L ashing out vociferously against any one who is different
A pathy and willful blindness is the trendy new religion
T ime is running out for all who promote hate and fear
E veryone is equal, in God's eyes, even he sheds a tear
S oon, very soon gale winds of change are going to blow
Will we all survive? Only God knows!
Summer solstice contest
December 13,2015
Categories:
stormier, change, conflict, confusion, fear,
Form: Acrostic
Hails upon stormier tempestuous
sea surges, ascending, mountainous
waves crashing, splattering, appallingly
Strikes against lighthouse's sentinelling
Beam glowing, rebuffing, unremitting
High tidal's signature magnificence
To prevent maritime catastrophes
Whence before radar-scope inventiveness
Contest name: The Lighthouse
Theresa Stephens
Date posted: 9/22/14
Categories:
stormier, ocean, sea,
Form: Verse