Lesley_Poet - Hello Poetry

Dead Wood Clear out the Dead Wood Make a clean sweep Cut to the cwic Find the life, the green Bend like the sapling Sea oats in wind Blue-grey sky against green Clear the way for new growth, new beginnings Sunshine Honey bees The sweetest sting This emergence of spring Initiate the clean slate Tabula Rasa The clean brain Empty heart waiting to be filled Empty body, purified Porcelain vessel This lit house, strobe glow Light departs & returns Light Hope The new, crisp, clean chapter Leaf unfolds Unload the dead weight Remove the baggage Discard despair; Teary eyes & brooding faces Heavy hearts & dark places No more Fight the pain, & rotten words, rotten jests Grating on nerves All darkness depart, darkness spent Dry the river, pack the nest. Clear the dead wood, shove aside Kick of foot, kick up dust. This is your new fresh breath. This is your new fresh life. Drop the rotten & decaying hues Bruised azul, sick blue Burn the wood, the rotten words Let smoke banners furl & uncurl. Tears wiped clean Clearing ashen faces Tears drying out All sad traces. Celebrate the gone & the gain A new dawn day begins Welcome in Fresh new love Sea foam or yellow-green, The color of trust The color of love

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC

Dead Wood

Dead Wood Clear out the Dead Wood Make a clean sweep Cut to the cwic Find the life, the green Bend like the sapling Sea oats in wind Blue-grey sky against green Clear the way for new growth, new beginnings Sunshine Honey bees The sweetest sting This emergence of spring Initiate the clean slate Tabula Rasa The clean brain Empty heart waiting to be filled Empty body, purified Porcelain vessel This lit house, strobe glow Light departs & returns Light Hope The new, crisp, clean chapter Leaf unfolds Unload the dead weight Remove the baggage Discard despair; Teary eyes & brooding faces Heavy hearts & dark places No more Fight the pain, & rotten words, rotten jests Grating on nerves All darkness depart, darkness spent Dry the river, pack the nest. Clear the dead wood, shove aside Kick of foot, kick up dust. This is your new fresh breath. This is your new fresh life. Drop the rotten & decaying hues Bruised azul, sick blue Burn the wood, the rotten words Let smoke banners furl & uncurl. Tears wiped clean Clearing ashen faces Tears drying out All sad traces. Celebrate the gone & the gain A new dawn day begins Welcome in Fresh new love Sea foam or yellow-green, The color of trust The color of love

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So, I can't sleep I think of the terrors Mass murders Suffering & Greed I don't understand it. I feel helpless, hopeless I see no point to it. I don't understand So this is depression Or Is this the world The world now The world a whirl of Suffering & Greed I see the fat cats raking it in & I see flesh pulled tight over bones The bears no longer dancing but standing in locked cages Begging for food I have nightmares like this And I pray But what does praying do? I listen. I hear. 'Focus on the Little Things.' Hold on. Hold still Focus on your bed your body your immediate surroundings Take care make your bed Rest your head Wash Breathe Eat well Move Breathe Breathe Focus on the little things Stay focused Right here Right now Right in front No past nor future No countries or cities away Look There are things to help Things to fix Right in front Make your bed Rest your head Focus on the little things And don't forget to breathe.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC

The Little Things

So, I can't sleep I think of the terrors Mass murders Suffering & Greed I don't understand it. I feel helpless, hopeless I see no point to it. I don't understand So this is depression Or Is this the world The world now The world a whirl of Suffering & Greed I see the fat cats raking it in & I see flesh pulled tight over bones The bears no longer dancing but standing in locked cages Begging for food I have nightmares like this And I pray But what does praying do? I listen. I hear. 'Focus on the Little Things.' Hold on. Hold still Focus on your bed your body your immediate surroundings Take care make your bed Rest your head Wash Breathe Eat well Move Breathe Breathe Focus on the little things Stay focused Right here Right now Right in front No past nor future No countries or cities away Look There are things to help Things to fix Right in front Make your bed Rest your head Focus on the little things And don't forget to breathe.

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A quiet alcove Gentle ripples Glintings of sunlight The soft hush and whisper of a breeze Think: ‘Still waters’ Drink it in Quiet the chaos of your mind Wash the dust of yesterday From your hands Plant the seed of love & trust Forgive your sins Gaze in deep deep Dark tunnels Wavering hues Blue deepening Still waters deep Quiet the ripple beneath your skin A cloud passes over the sun The sky moves the water The patterns change The change begins in you, too Grow your soul & spread your wings Still Waters Deep

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC

Still Waters Deep

A quiet alcove Gentle ripples Glintings of sunlight The soft hush and whisper of a breeze Think: ‘Still waters’ Drink it in Quiet the chaos of your mind Wash the dust of yesterday From your hands Plant the seed of love & trust Forgive your sins Gaze in deep deep Dark tunnels Wavering hues Blue deepening Still waters deep Quiet the ripple beneath your skin A cloud passes over the sun The sky moves the water The patterns change The change begins in you, too Grow your soul & spread your wings Still Waters Deep

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Our scars show the wars Past tears & growth Birth, trauma the healing over The telltale signs of living for better or worse Reminders of pain, loss Gain What has been here & now gone Choices we made Toxic spills cleaning up The calcification stone rub of our sentence & prison years , Falling down Falling up the ****** **** gauzed over Second skins Words harming me and mine bleeding on the inside cuts tear scars sear the burning of rhyme chaos in mind Faded welts from forgotten paths but not forgotten for etched in flesh Rivlets bumps holes puckered scars aberrations in our universe The pink red welts The wriggle worms mind slashes time our years our fears Our scars & battles Survive these days our ways past memories ripping apart the darkness Letting in the light Green glow of heart Glow of hope The truest carefree smile Full breath of life No holding back relax Our scars only signs Our miracles of flesh and light Revenants left behind Momentos Memories Souveniers from the roads we traveled I wish to store my scars Away in jars I don’t mind the reminders but please no remembering today.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC

Our Scars

Our scars show the wars Past tears & growth Birth, trauma the healing over The telltale signs of living for better or worse Reminders of pain, loss Gain What has been here & now gone Choices we made Toxic spills cleaning up The calcification stone rub of our sentence & prison years , Falling down Falling up the ****** **** gauzed over Second skins Words harming me and mine bleeding on the inside cuts tear scars sear the burning of rhyme chaos in mind Faded welts from forgotten paths but not forgotten for etched in flesh Rivlets bumps holes puckered scars aberrations in our universe The pink red welts The wriggle worms mind slashes time our years our fears Our scars & battles Survive these days our ways past memories ripping apart the darkness Letting in the light Green glow of heart Glow of hope The truest carefree smile Full breath of life No holding back relax Our scars only signs Our miracles of flesh and light Revenants left behind Momentos Memories Souveniers from the roads we traveled I wish to store my scars Away in jars I don’t mind the reminders but please no remembering today.

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I am the cheese Swiss cheese Standing alone Riddled with holes Riddled in life In mind This cheese stands alone There is a hole Not diminishing Not healing Still ragged and raw Still bleeding Your name on it Label maker Stick-on Cut out Super glued on Oh Super you Not healing The start is in the forgetting? Or perhaps, different ways of remembering? Release all pain This is the trick I fail at If no gain, then pain Something I am good at I pick at the wound and make wider I peel off scabs again and again The red bright in my grey grey mind The red a bright dot tattoo Memento These moments though There is a perfect catch Perfect chance Perfect dance I fail at catching the rhythm Stumble & fall Hole soufflé Cold duvet A hole by any other name… I fail to catch the rhythm (Not complimentary But clashes of personality) The dance, the chance So much is lost on me But You… I fall through The hole wider now than before Oh Alice, be careful what you wish for You riddled through Riddle you Standing alone You failed to catch the rhythm The chance, the dance So much is lost on you Riddled with holes Riddled in life Standing alone. ................................................................................................. Acknowledgements: ‘The Farmer in the Dell’ nursery rhyme (1820, GE) ‘I am the Cheese’ YA novel by Robert Cormier (1977) All rights reserved.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC

Alice Cuts the Cheese

I am the cheese Swiss cheese Standing alone Riddled with holes Riddled in life In mind This cheese stands alone There is a hole Not diminishing Not healing Still ragged and raw Still bleeding Your name on it Label maker Stick-on Cut out Super glued on Oh Super you Not healing The start is in the forgetting? Or perhaps, different ways of remembering? Release all pain This is the trick I fail at If no gain, then pain Something I am good at I pick at the wound and make wider I peel off scabs again and again The red bright in my grey grey mind The red a bright dot tattoo Memento These moments though There is a perfect catch Perfect chance Perfect dance I fail at catching the rhythm Stumble & fall Hole soufflé Cold duvet A hole by any other name… I fail to catch the rhythm (Not complimentary But clashes of personality) The dance, the chance So much is lost on me But You… I fall through The hole wider now than before Oh Alice, be careful what you wish for You riddled through Riddle you Standing alone You failed to catch the rhythm The chance, the dance So much is lost on you Riddled with holes Riddled in life Standing alone. ................................................................................................. Acknowledgements: ‘The Farmer in the Dell’ nursery rhyme (1820, GE) ‘I am the Cheese’ YA novel by Robert Cormier (1977) All rights reserved.

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Loving the Alien The ghost The unseen, undream The fiction & the lie Tears with why No understanding Confusion Why can’t loved ones Be in my life? Is it pride, anger, guilt Or shame? There is a white warm glow in my heart Love doesn’t die Love remains Anxious Lost Caught in the winds Between two worlds There is deep space multiverse Metaverse Black holes, whoa Reverse There is mind. There is MIND. Mine keeping me up late at night. No sparkle unicorn or singing dolphin There is static, crackle , chaos & crumble Machine crunching Sticky bits in teeth Overwhelming noise Whirlwind tornado No one to hear but me Crunching teeth Loving the green glow Radioactive tunnel The depth is shocking The cruelty astounding But nothing tortures me Like thoughts of you Nothing true Only fiction and lie Fanciful disguise You and I So fake so frightened So ******* what Too cool for school Too cool for each other Lost in space Lost to each other Alien madness Alien dream Give up, let go Come back to me Drift slowly, languidly Carefully There is no pain in my arms Only peace There is a white warm glow in my heart Love doesn’t die Love remains. There is no pain

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC

Loving the Alien* explicit

Loving the Alien The ghost The unseen, undream The fiction & the lie Tears with why No understanding Confusion Why can’t loved ones Be in my life? Is it pride, anger, guilt Or shame? There is a white warm glow in my heart Love doesn’t die Love remains Anxious Lost Caught in the winds Between two worlds There is deep space multiverse Metaverse Black holes, whoa Reverse There is mind. There is MIND. Mine keeping me up late at night. No sparkle unicorn or singing dolphin There is static, crackle , chaos & crumble Machine crunching Sticky bits in teeth Overwhelming noise Whirlwind tornado No one to hear but me Crunching teeth Loving the green glow Radioactive tunnel The depth is shocking The cruelty astounding But nothing tortures me Like thoughts of you Nothing true Only fiction and lie Fanciful disguise You and I So fake so frightened So ******* what Too cool for school Too cool for each other Lost in space Lost to each other Alien madness Alien dream Give up, let go Come back to me Drift slowly, languidly Carefully There is no pain in my arms Only peace There is a white warm glow in my heart Love doesn’t die Love remains. There is no pain

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It's Not the End of the World (Believe) ITS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD STOP YOUR CRYING BELIEVE YOU CAN BE BETTER JUST BELIEVE JUST BREATHE BEGIN AT THE MIRROR LOOK INTO YOUR EYES DO YOU SEE INSIDE? LOOK CLOSER WORK HARDER TAKE A TINY STEP IN A NEW DIRECTION DANCE SING JUST BELIEVE YOU CAN BE BETTER YOU CAN DO ANYTHING

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC

It's Not the End of the World (Believe)

It's Not the End of the World (Believe) ITS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD STOP YOUR CRYING BELIEVE YOU CAN BE BETTER JUST BELIEVE JUST BREATHE BEGIN AT THE MIRROR LOOK INTO YOUR EYES DO YOU SEE INSIDE? LOOK CLOSER WORK HARDER TAKE A TINY STEP IN A NEW DIRECTION DANCE SING JUST BELIEVE YOU CAN BE BETTER YOU CAN DO ANYTHING

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Hard Rains A cold rain falls on an ocean of loneliness Pain & sadness adds to frustration Trapped in the mud of kind, Trapped in my muddled mind Love in darkness adds to confusion. Cold tears fall on an ocean of indifference And I have given up the fight. Writhing Beneath Drowning in stygian seas Black, muddy waves engulf completely. And cold waters toss me about easily Like winds toss balloons. Floating in this gloom, I taste The salt crystals biting my eyes. I don’t want to cry. Drowning is nothing; Drowning is easy. I just fall into the wet abyss and give up me. No light here; no saving shining brilliance. This is the fee. And black wet sea and sand is stuffed Down my parched throat -choking my exaltations at being released.

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Nov 7, 2017

Nov 7, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC

Hard Rains & Writhing Beneath (Two Poems)

Hard Rains A cold rain falls on an ocean of loneliness Pain & sadness adds to frustration Trapped in the mud of kind, Trapped in my muddled mind Love in darkness adds to confusion. Cold tears fall on an ocean of indifference And I have given up the fight. Writhing Beneath Drowning in stygian seas Black, muddy waves engulf completely. And cold waters toss me about easily Like winds toss balloons. Floating in this gloom, I taste The salt crystals biting my eyes. I don’t want to cry. Drowning is nothing; Drowning is easy. I just fall into the wet abyss and give up me. No light here; no saving shining brilliance. This is the fee. And black wet sea and sand is stuffed Down my parched throat -choking my exaltations at being released.

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There is a lot of Darkness But do try to see the light There are beasts behind the masks Evil in their smile Death in their eye Shiny fragments glinting cold a howling rage Buried deep in throat Calculating awareness wily maneuvers & deception. Temptations rustle Shadows dance Don't stray from the lighted path The wind beckons caressing you closer . Don't give in. Be strong, steadfast. A tilt & tumble can be righted. There is a lot of Darkness but do try to see the light. The loveworn careworn way. The softer narrow straightened arrow. No blessed darkness but blessed light. See the signs A heart thumping steadily not galloping in fright no wide eyes but slow heavy lids Deep steady breath No frantic pants No desperation No fear No hurry Slow & steady Trust in the way Feel the warm lit path carry you Turn away from cold chilled mysteries and shadow fog Illusion dreams There is a lot of darkness but do try to see the light. © Lesley Wood

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC

Enduring Darkness

There is a lot of Darkness But do try to see the light There are beasts behind the masks Evil in their smile Death in their eye Shiny fragments glinting cold a howling rage Buried deep in throat Calculating awareness wily maneuvers & deception. Temptations rustle Shadows dance Don't stray from the lighted path The wind beckons caressing you closer . Don't give in. Be strong, steadfast. A tilt & tumble can be righted. There is a lot of Darkness but do try to see the light. The loveworn careworn way. The softer narrow straightened arrow. No blessed darkness but blessed light. See the signs A heart thumping steadily not galloping in fright no wide eyes but slow heavy lids Deep steady breath No frantic pants No desperation No fear No hurry Slow & steady Trust in the way Feel the warm lit path carry you Turn away from cold chilled mysteries and shadow fog Illusion dreams There is a lot of darkness but do try to see the light. © Lesley Wood

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O'blessed Darkness cover me Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs; The disjointed fragments of blinking walls, Lights crashing off and on, Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing, So many together and all alone. It is all a show. The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream. I see my life before me; A slush of goo, The stink of this world, Or is that the scallops & escargot? What have you done to me? Everything I do myself- This dream, this life... Why do I hurt myself so? Punching mirrors, ***** on porcelain. Dark, thick- My throne for many minutes... Time ticking, time ticking- I was unaware. My wooden box was silent, My wooden life is tragic. The voices through the walls, Through the fog and haze- You okay? You okay? You okay? I croak a positive. I have no steady legs- When have I ever? I have no: stable brain clear thought decisive moment steady action fruitful journey- All slipping through my fingers... Like the vomitous goo of tonight. Everything we have, we lose. Owning anything is an illusion. Holding on is meaningless. I want to go home. (Everything is nothing) I want to go home (there is no sense in anything) i want to go home. Please, hold me now. ©Lesley Wood

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC

Riding the Nitsua Dragon

O'blessed Darkness cover me Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs; The disjointed fragments of blinking walls, Lights crashing off and on, Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing, So many together and all alone. It is all a show. The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream. I see my life before me; A slush of goo, The stink of this world, Or is that the scallops & escargot? What have you done to me? Everything I do myself- This dream, this life... Why do I hurt myself so? Punching mirrors, ***** on porcelain. Dark, thick- My throne for many minutes... Time ticking, time ticking- I was unaware. My wooden box was silent, My wooden life is tragic. The voices through the walls, Through the fog and haze- You okay? You okay? You okay? I croak a positive. I have no steady legs- When have I ever? I have no: stable brain clear thought decisive moment steady action fruitful journey- All slipping through my fingers... Like the vomitous goo of tonight. Everything we have, we lose. Owning anything is an illusion. Holding on is meaningless. I want to go home. (Everything is nothing) I want to go home (there is no sense in anything) i want to go home. Please, hold me now. ©Lesley Wood

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