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Children In Mourning





Virgin shrouds
Mourning wombs
Innocence cut short
Parents' lap
Empty broken
Shoulders weary
Eyes weighed
Bullets strayed
Nameless assail
Hopes frail.

When bombs fly
And sirens cry
Children cannot defy
They wonder if they 
Will live to see
Another dawn
Play and run all day long
And they wonder 
What the fighting is all about?
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Danseuse

Waltzing through air, this vision with beguiling delicate grace
Like a danseuse figure, poised, carving delicate grace.

A breeze gently embraces this fragile creature
touching nimble limbs, a limber accentuating delicate grace.

Sunlight streams iridescent on her lissome stance
symmetrically lithe and supple, flaunting delicate grace.

Rhythmic movements pattern fawn colored sand creations
nudging grass beneath, with a soothing delicate grace.

The boundless energy of this dainty, flighty antelope
as she ambulates gracefully, epitomizing, delicate grace.

Elusive, mysterious, uninhibited, she basks in nature’s fold
within a cosmos, spangled with, pleasing, delicate grace.

Her vulnerability fills me with foreboding and much fear
of bloodthirsty predators, massacring delicate grace.

Finding The Rhyme

FeaturedFinding The Rhyme
I send my words into the sky
Watch them rhyme and then fly.

I close my eyes and feel the air
Forgotten words lost without care.

I take the letters in my hand
And put them on a poetic stand.

I scribe the words on a starlit scroll
Watch words take shape as night unfolds.

My dreams drift from a soul that bleeds
In the blue of ink, fractured lines freed.

I run my hands over my words
My fingers feel the emotions stirred.

With tender ease, the poetry glides
From my page to your eyes.
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Moonchild

I am a child of the earth
Raised by the stars in the sky
Tended by the moon as I sleep
Scars of the world clothe me
Her wounds rich in history.

I am bathed by the tears of the clouds
When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears
Apocalyptic....
When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears
A piece of my soul
Turning to dust;
And like dust, I rise
A storm of stardust
On moonstruck madness..

The sky calls out my name at dawn
Sparking the sun on my breast..

I am a child of the earth
The darkness and the light
The truth, the lie
Sorrow and joy
It's all there in the
Pen that I wield.


#free verse
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Poet And Muse

I write from my soul to yours
I undress my heart to show you my scars.

Crimson-tinged words need no pages
Scattering into synapse spaces.

The pain spills as blood blue ink
Dipped in the inkwell of syllabic sync.

Hold my words close to your heart
They are my soul's oxygen chart.

I am a poet who paints with her pen
To frame my page with your name again and again.

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Magnolia Reveries

Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette…
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories…crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy’s champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill…

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Magnolia Reveries

Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette...
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories...crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy's champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill...

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Along Came A Spider

Along came a spider
An eight legged rider.

In her web, I espied a fly
Other insects came to say goodbye.

The spider's sting operation
Causing pain sensation.

Spidey's silken seduction
Makes no cause for affection.

An intrepid with her labyrinth
Her stealth is her fingerprint.

She never trips in her net
Her web is her bayonet.

She walks and stalks a silky trail
Rigging a web to catch the frail.

Spiders are seen and never heard
They wield a most unlikely sword.
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Poetry: The perfect noun

If I had wings to fly
I would go to the scarlet moon
On the wings of a diamond night
Trying to live again
Because the poet in me cannot die
I would go in search of my muse
I would go in search of eternity..

Under an ancient sky 
That spills the sun in my hair
Wildflowers in my eyes
Poetry on my lips
When the wind sings on my skin
Broken heartstrings kindle a lilt
Clouds weep into the blue
My soul goes sleepless
As the moon and sun wake together
Feeding my soul with ink
In a silence that goes ballistic
A quill that needs to be tranquilized
I idolize thoughts that spring
From poetry..
My mind stops hurting
I crash my hourglass..

The Moon Makes Silver

I open my window letting in the moonlight 
I see an owl on a moonbeam flight

The moon makes silver on my pillow
Runes scatter on the weeping willow

My window dusted with dreams open
Night blooms hold my words, unspoken

Calligraphy of the cosmos in the skies
Changes the color in my eyes

Only the November wind between me and the sky
And all the nature I can descry.

Beard Nest

There once lived a man with a long beard 
In his whiskers, his pet birds he reared
One fine day, his balbo gave way
Birdies lost their nest, flew into a fray
Smeared him with droppings
Pecked the hair off his head
Sheared off his shaggy eyebrows
To the jungle he had to repair.

Free My Words

I
let my
Quill move
Under your hands
Charged and electrified moving through words
My mind writes into my burned out fingers
Carving the page
Freeing it
From being
Burnt..
Let's 
Perfect
Aurora
Of spring's blossoms
Embrace the cadence of stardust's glow where
Solitary syllables come undone
Heart releases
Thunder of 
Freedom's
Peace
Pull 
Up a 
Chair and sit
Next to my soul
Let me show you how poetry has touched
Shaped me and made me who I am
Come, fill my quill
Spill some ink
Free my 
Words.


#Tetractys 

 

Chartreuse Dreams

I set off on one of my autumn dreams 
Under sunlight’s pale golden beams
Meandering tawny meadows
Looking for gilded harvest rainbows
I muse into gurgling brooks, streams

Trees prepare to bare their soul
Cascading russet, copper leaves fold
To lay down a carpet of gold
Nip in the air warmness stole
Braes hibernate as I stroll

I breathe a palette of earthy hues
Air crackles in the ruddiness that brews.

Happiness reigns supreme
In the footfalls of my chartreuse dream.

Sole Talk

His sneakers would squeal on him if they could talk
Groaning under his weight as he took a walk
They felt all worn out
Carrying a man so stout
He went places where he shouldn’t have been
Them shoes, literally let out a scream
So they gave him shoe bites, sore toes
Adding to his list of woes
They stuck evidence on his sole
He fought barefoot to salvage his soul.

Better Half

Sitting in solitude 
She feels his words rise on her breath
Like an angel he sparks her soul

Lighting her wings
Letting her fly

Hé graces her ink
Making it distinct
He is her symphony that serenades silence in time’s frame.

She feels his touch
Golden , fragrant
His knowledge eternal
His wisdom in her heartbeat radiant

His breath wraps a tune in her head
She forgets her pain
Because there is laughter shared

She lives and she learns
In ivory pages and midnight yearnings.

My Fix





I dwell deeper into my thoughts 
My quill finding it’s way across the page
Even when the sky loses its stars
And I get caught up in pain
I can make the ache in my mind go away
Because to me writin is dope
And the only thing I need to be is
A poet