Category: Poetry Corner

Oikia

Four walls
so simple
looks so strong
fragile 
inhabited by memories
a gentle rub
squeeze
pat on the back.
cozy nights
whispered dreams
possibilities shared
locked away like a treasure
held dear.
I remember like yesterday
a warm hug
light pouring from eyes
of love
forgiven always
tursted words
secrets bottled
sent to sail
love lives here
redemption secured
a ceremony for life performed
on the bank of expereince
a knowing told and told
until the new traveler remembers
seared on a willing heart.

Those Days

Those days...
You know those days?
Those days
that stretch into forever and beyond...
those days
when the light is dim
and you have to call on Him
when your shadow
cries for you
groans deep down
in its belly bottom
and sweet release passes untrue
as you knew it would.
But for the grace of God
where would I be?
It is those days
when you cry
"I will fight!"
I will fight
for I will live 
and not die!
And as the shadows pass over
you know,
those days will become your yesterdays...

Bad Girl

You're not a good girl
you are not nice
today
you made mistakes 
today
you're not a good girl.
You did not smile
most days
say hello
with a smile on your face
you got nothing done
you are not good.
you have done
nothing right
for a good while
no good
you are not good.
you told a lie 
last night
today -
you caused offense -
disrepected
disappointed
you are not good.

Can I be human?

The Stand…

It rose suddenlyb-
a trembling
rocked the stones
they danced in manic glee. 
leaves staggered in confusion
fall guiltlessly.
no one
not one
to be found
no one around.
a pregnant cloud takes up command.
the outporing at hand.
still
no one
not one
around.
the winds whipped
cat-o-nine whistled
skin broken
blood spewing.
no one
not one 
around.
they all ran
both wolf
and sheep.
One must die.
Which one will it be?
Batttered
buffeted
strained.
Build up or
scatter.

Quaerite fontem

Unmerited Favour

walking down the road I slipped
skidded on pride
almost died
looked down
someone left a banana peel
cool
got up again
down a broken way
saw a puddle
jumped
right in
mud everwhere
showered with scum
down inthe slum
for a while
I stayed.
Then one day
the buggy man ran, won
run me out of town
thought I was done
till I got a ride
on the other side
where there are fields
of buds
blossoms
ready to burst
with sweet frangce
beauty from ashes..