Soaking in old family photos
while submerged in Georgia rains,
I become lost in the darkest depths
of the black and white remains.
I am transported vicariously
to fascinating times past,
Voices silently call for me to follow
through my families complex caste.
One a dutch indentured servant
who became of man of local wealth,
Another a circuit ridin' preacher
Spread the gospel, paid with fox pelts.
With sad eyes the women stared intently
wanting to share privately with me,
Our common bond of child birth and death
Reminding me time never sets one free.
Soaking in old family photos
Submerged in joy and pain
Taken to the darkest depths
of pouring Georgia rains.
I used to believe,
My life was bland
It was set on hopes,
And built in sand.
All The things we did,
We never planned
But we labeled it
" The Life"
We didnt care,
Just who was there.
What we did,
Or where we were.
All we ever did,
was try and feel,
So if I don't know,
Just where to go,
I hope you'll let me,
Take it slow,
Give me patience,
And Time to grow,
Let's share a smile,
And let it flow.
And we witnessed the brilliance of man's folly,
Every note falling in deciduous perfection;
Even prayers can be lost.
The stars flashed on,
The sun was nowhere to be found, and
And the moon belched like a drunken pirate,
Bending the trees and sending their leaves
Skyward, off to wherever they go.
There was a whisper
Between the blades of grass
We laid on.
There was a worry
Clouding over you
That told me there
Was to be more.
Candy cane fragrance
With a dash of cinnamon salt.
Grinning through the darkness,
We touched palms like children,
Caught in that blue jay dance.
Morning came like mist over a hill.
Our eyes fluttered open and close.
She rose first, then I rose with her.
We met by the window and looked down on the street,
Both of us feeling the fleeting of a feeling.
Secondary rituals over coffee and pastries.
The sun came through that café window like a shotgun blast.
And when she paid and left,
A kiss on the cheek for cordiality,
She dropped a note that read "Until next time."
When you don't see another for some time,
You wonder what they came to be.
A periwinkle whore of 5 cents a pound,
Or a river lady loon that sang without a sound?
The maze has many turns, until you reach the end.
Under your bed,
Their color's shining
Ox blood purple and red.
They told me your name.
They scribbled your address.
They want what you have.
They're wondering why your'e so stressed.
When she came by the place again,
I wasn't home, so she dropped me another note.
This one had only one word:
I can't lie.
I was quite
I thought she
Less to say.
Two days past.
A knock on my door.
Moon light's middle finger
Stretched into my
Living room window.
My couch held her like an egg in a carton.
Toad colored hat latched around her head.
Hair covering her eyes, her mouth, her broken nose.
She wore orange flip flops, wiggling her toes.
A zit planted in the middle of her forehead like white rose.
She asked why I hadn't called her.
I told her that I didn't have a number.
She talked about her soon to be dead father.
I sat down to listen, thinking of my forgotten brother.
We talked with a space between us for a long time.
When she began to cry, she came to me,
Like a bee to a flower or a fly to fresh shit.
I felt her hand on my chest and her breath in my left ear;
There's no guilt like the wicked
And there's no faith like the religious kind.
Hand in a hold.
Love is a recyclable mold.
The tattered priest protects the walls
Of his splintered sanctuary.
Every dream had
Is another man's
Oh my sins, my sins,
Where should I begin?
When you're born to lose,
There's no thought to win.
6 months past
And still, she came.
Our love for one another
Was a knot
I couldn't untie.
A year past
And the stars and the moon
Were a cure that
Blanketed our child, our family.
Living our days out,
Mixing poison and penalty,
Running from a life
That showed any shred of reality.
Buried side by side
Underneath a bent orange tree,
I died one day,
She dying the other.
We use the leaves of Fall
And the blossoming buds of Spring
To reach for.
When I say the maze is long
And that the hours are heavy,
I meant not for your blankets to fall cold
Or for your room to awash with darkness.
She came to me that day,
Just like someone will come for you.
And I had no choice,
But to attune.
I think of the cold laws of cause and effect.
All this time history got the tale of "Sleeping Beauty" wrong.
The prince never kisses her
with the intention to wake her up.
Miracles happen, of course..
But no one who slept for a hundred years
is likely to wake up.
it's actually selfish,
He kisses her to wake himself up from the nightmare that has brought him there.
So he can live a new dream,
a false sense of "happily ever after"
I wish to reminiscence those cotton candy days
when we intertwined our fingers together
strolling by the beach during sunny days
watching the waves hit our little sandcastle
blowing bubbles under the bright sky
time passed quickly without even a single blink
"Goodbye summer," I bid
to the blue sky that has turned gray
to the lively trees that has only fallen leaves and rotten twigs left
and finally to the one guy I gave my warm heart to, which has now turned cold
Night of the Living Dead Tribute
In the darkest of night they rise
without humanity in their eyes
rotting flesh and beastly bones
rising like blood thirsty clones
When they rise, the end is near
the world becomes full of fear
by that time, it's way too late
torture and death is your fate
The time to suffer is coming fast
then none of us are going to last
so much blood sure to be shed
on this night of the living dead.
you made me feel
like less of a cage
for one night
my bars were branches
i have since, however,
thrown away the key.
wore your heart on your knee
we spent three months
until i found you
washing your sheets
you made me impulsive
i knew nothing but your name
we shared our skin for three & a half hours
until i faked a text
and rushed to leave.
one night stand,
and all fours,
we were eachothers last resort
the whole time
i felt like the aftermath of a catherine wheel
all my charred skin wanted
was to find something for breakfast.
found comfort together
2-3 nights a week
momentary comfort left me
with uncomfortable shame
maybe that's why i never said your name
always tried to hide my face.
your arms were meant to be a haven
i was supposed to find god in you
we ought to have been scripture
but i am not a holy temple
and i stopped praying years ago.
you made me shine
from across the bar
it didn't take you long
to get me into a taxi
didn't take you long
to stain my skin
didn't take me long to let you in
now every time i see you
i know i'll never be clean
Dear Betty Ponder,
I write to you cause you say poetry site fun and so cool.
You say poetry site for people who try hard to write poems.
You say when I join you see me stay put for a long time.
Read mean ass poems, read ones who they say borrowed
but me say so uncool and teaches 101'a of word robbery.
Need you to whisper or post one of your don't go speeches
like soon cause later I be deleting account like permanent.
Still think you one cool talented lady but this poetry site
is making beating head against walls be good times.
Wise one always say "Takes only one bad one to screw it up!"
there was a little ostrich he just loved to race
very fast was he with a very speedy pace
one day he decided to be an athelete
in the olympic games ostrich would compete
he put on his number on his racing vest
the number 29 was the one he like the best
he stood on the start line till it was time to go
then ostrich he set off starting very slow
he just took it easy till half way through the race
then ostrich he got faster and set his faster pace
ostrich won his race feeling proud and bold
then he took his prize a medal made of gold
LET US GO AND READ EXPERIENCES AT OLD TEACHER LILI-LI }
LiLi-Li Was The Teacher of 0ne Hundred Teachers.
LiLi-Li Was The Keeper of 70 Forest Dogs.
A Very Considerate Man LiLi-Good.
LiLi-Li Was a Simple Friend of Many Poor .
Storyteller Ouiet /Thinking Quietly/For Some Time.
But When LiLi-Li Got To Lipotia.
He Was Honoured.
Some Even Thought That LiLi-Li
Was a Mad Man.
LiLi-Li Was Never Mad.
He Was a Joker.
And LiLi-Li Burnt All Their Dirty
Words Into Ashes.
Storyteller,Storyteller -Thank You.