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Lola London Poem
Spelunking inside her mind,
searching for the answer she cannot find.
She keeps looking, draped in fear
as she asks, why am I here?
No one is guiding her path
she only exists as an aftermath
of two drifting, lost souls
who were unable to define their goals.
Two humans united on a withering night,
giving spark to a life without delight.
How could they in such despair
not be fully aware
that the seeds of poverty they sewed
would grow up to be predisposed
to a life of abject gloom
because their spirits contained not one bloom.
Growing up with a feeling of being alone,
keenly aware she didn't belong
in a community with a rare glimpse of grace
for a family seemingly out of place.
Streets lined with false facades
of people believing they were a favorite of God's.
A little child unable to discern and find her way
became the nasty people's prey.
After years on the battlefield of life,
she again feels the pain that cuts like a knife.
A divorced mother of two; one a father, the other gay,
they both live far, far away.
She bows her head to pray,
and ask why does it have to be this way.
Her heart is empty of cheer.
She softly whispers, why am I here?
Copyright © Lola London | Year Posted 2014
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Lola London Poem
Poetry is intoxicating
It's drifting atop a silky smooth pond
Inhaling the air that holds the flavor
of calla lily perfume
It is the ocean shimmering as though
trimmed in silver
Powerful waves rising as if they are
riding a thoroughbred stallion
It is the light filtering through trees
Manipulating images captured in
Memories that evoke an embracing
warmth inside
It is lazy rolling hills covered in
Spring green grass, wildflowers
Tapering down the sides of the canyon
hugging the cove
It is heaven's spigot spilling
a benediction of love and beauty
all around me
It is my life
Copyright © Lola London | Year Posted 2011
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Lola London Poem
You silently live in my subconscious
as I sleep, buttressing my optimism.
When I awake, I am surprised
by a major miracle—
I am the essence of your smile.
Inexplicably, your voice
like ripe, sun warmed fruits
resonates inside my head and
beats my heart like a drum,
consuming me softly and gently.
Your presence is palpable like
the tides in the sea; never ending.
You touched me with artistic splendor
and I will pour out everything inside me
so that your memory will be fortified.
Dad, you left me your music
written with notes of benevolence.
You are the eternal flame inside me
that causes every cell to twinkle
like starlight.
Death is no enemy, but the foundation
of gratitude, sympathy, and art.
Your love will linger long after
the wind has erased your footprints
from the universe.
Copyright © Lola London | Year Posted 2011
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Lola London Poem
Journeying through steep,
narrow valleys into which
sunshine never reached,
experiencing jagged breaks,
abrupt upheavals,
gradual changes,
to become
unrecognizable today;
an outsider not part of the
warp and weave of strangers
moving in individual bubbles.
Mesmerized by crystalline depths,
daydreams infinitely gentle
reached out and kissed
my withered hand.
The hole in my heart
is being filled by words
from a black angel's
writing quill.
Copyright © Lola London | Year Posted 2011
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