Tells Poems

No one tells you

No one tells you how to smile when your throat closes with every breath behind that smile.

No one tells you how to move forward when the chain around your neck drags you back.

No one tells you how to be positive when your own mind digs into you with horns and a tail.

No one tells you

A Shadow Shows and Tells

Before suns were born
I lay in void of darkness
worlds slept in my veil
then light fired from a word's mouth
I was driven to the edge

now I walk behind
following you like a dog
fugitive from light
I compile dark thoughts in shade
knowing you won't look my way.

I am what light shuns
what the stars can never burn
what sticks onto you
when

she tells the story

she tells the story I also heard on the news
most of the facts she spouts are alternative facts
Her version is a better story
embellishment that adds flavor
but also lies

My Soul tells on me so what I smile

Yes! My Master She Is Called Little Shorty by some five feet and all taller in high heel shoes. beautifully wonderfully  made by God!
 Listen the soul speaks  remember she is born emotional in destiny and intent moves this Grace.
So many knows her as forbidden.

She is in love with love! Caress the inner

our inner voice tells us

here we are encased in body-mind
feeling incomplete, we wish to expand
we sense there is more to us than this
but who we are we do not understand 

thought and senses are the tools we use
yet form decays and one day we will die
cognition operates in a limited spectrum 
our heart’s secret desire is to wingless fly

trapped

Childish Leader Tells Childish Tales

Bloody war raged on.
Superpower leader said:
"Sometimes kids fighting
like crazy in the yard, can't be parted."
"Best leave them fight on for a while."
Anyone care for TACO and cheese?

The Clock that no Longer Tells Time

I am no longer of use.
That much is clear.

They pass me by like I’m furniture—
just another shape gathering dust
in the corner of the kitchen
where light rarely lands.

My face, once proud,
is smudged now—
not by time,
but by its absence.

I used to hold their mornings together:
6:45, the hiss of the kettle.
7:02, cereal spiraling into bowls.
7:58, the door slammed

Rubble Tells the Tale

g a l e -
                f o r c e 
      w i n d s 
              l a s h i

Ollie Onion Tells off the Kitchen Knife

Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life
He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife
How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said.
The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red.

I did not know that you were alive, he admitted.
No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted.
Ollie was not

Jewelry Tells A Story

Every piece of jewelry tells a story 
Seeing jewelry wears on it defines who you are
Wearing it reflect status, class and passion
Jewelry is a state of character and taste
Make sure yours is a tale of elegance 
Elegance is the accessory that never goes out of style 
Jewelry is its perfect embodiment surrounding in its creation
Owning

She tells me

Apparently, 
I was a naughty boy
At three,
Disappearing in a shopping centre,
Lost for what felt like hours.

Legend has it,
The infant siren song caught air-conditioned wind
And led the search party to a curtained grotto.

She tells me, there, they found
My talent on display, 
A song and dance before a giant mirror,
While curious stranger neighbours
Changed their clothes.

I don’t believe

Dust Quells What Time Tells

Dust coats mementos in treasure trove
In a veil that palls recall with a shroud.
It dims the past with repast of neglect,
That taints memories with fading, settling light.
Echoes become fainter, scenes blur,
The sharp clear focus softens in the listless mist
As dust pervades relentless, unstoppable
It quickens the quell that time tells
Neglected memories to fade, be lost and

Tells and Trails of War

All the calamities are meant to
quiet noisy minds asking too
many questions
The signs of angst & friction
is an attempt to rub us
the wrong way quelling
what our minds have to say
In these days of endings
& beginnings
the way forward appears
to be shrouded
in confusion
In a blink of an eye ghosts
of the past return with
masks in tow as if
they fell

Eldest Daughter Tells All

My mom, she, when I was just three,
Would binge operas of soaps, and she

Tethered to the television, after her sail
Home from Pearl Harbor, would not fail

To hug and kiss our butterfly eyes and cheeks.
She’d store mama’s milk in freeze for weeks.

As we’d march off to church crammed in car,
Mom saw her binge as a sin

The Mirror Tells

The mirror tells 'no cop in sight',
So hit the gas, slow bus up there,
Stop sign swings out, red flashing light,
Swerve left, dumb kid, gave her a scare …

My rearview shows I'm safely past,
But that brat's face, how close it came.
Oh, that's behind now, get home fast …
It's me who matters in life's game!

But why on

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