kate-little
Australian
"When Life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show Life you have a thousand reasons to smile." / / / I live in a beautiful part of the world ... on the north coast of New South Wales, Australia. / / I am a novice poet who started on this journey something like 18 months ago. / / I have a mix of poetry here ... from free verse to cinquains, villanelles and sonnets. / / I have strived to teach myself a bit about poetry but mostly I learn from others. I have much more to learn. / / And so to those who teach ... thank you!
‘Tis the eyes of the Lobster: all beady and black
Little black pearls; but luster they lack
They stare and stare with nary a blink.
And heavens to Betsy if you know what they think!
With pinchers and crushers and blood of blue
I’m not so sure I’d want one in my stew!
The new year dawns and here am I
Writing of lobsters and I’m not sure why!
Oh, but I jest and of course I do!
‘Twas a bet! I lost! And now pay my due.
Sincere apologies to those who read.
I know it’s rough. I must complete this deed.
I hope this ditty; whatever it be
Fits the bill and you’re more than pleased, --!*
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
with a heavy heart and heavy steps
i climb the stairs
and enter the void.
Emptiness - my silent, inhospitable host.
She has prepared nothing --
offers nothing.
nothing but Her smothering, palpable, deafening presence.
my shoulders drop all the more as She takes hold and draws me in.
then, for the longest time i stand,
having moved no further than those few steps into Her house.
She does not care to make me comfortable.
why should She?
from within my being
hunger cries out.
an insatiable yearning
no, not for food but for more --
so much more.
i long for him to hold me close;
for his breath to settle upon my neck.
i crave his nearness as he whispers in my ear;
telling me everything will be alright.
my body aches to be touched.
my being cries to be held.
my heart hungers for something it has tasted,
but knows it cannot have.
i know not how to satisfy those needs;
only the simplest of necessities.
i have not eaten this long and busy day
and so, as i do many days of late,
i take from Her cupboard
and prepare a dinner of breakfast cereal.
there seems no point in sitting.
why seek comfort with one that does not wish to give it?
so i stand beside the island bench in Her kitchen;
eat out of necessity;
and drink in Her ceaseless, deafening mockery.
"how apt", i think,
and then smirk along with Her;
as i realise i truly am standing on an island --
alone.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
lonely hours pass into days
and I know not where I should turn
in the dead of a summer haze
my sorry heart doth mutely yearn
with comfort and caress long gone
and hope but a fanciful dream
should all reveries be withdrawn
and solitude held in esteem
where is reason and where is rhyme
they move not forward nor restart
the pulse of life and love mark time
and dimly march upon my heart
what’s it called - this place without name
this place without beat and cadence
perhaps … inertial reference frame
or is it ... a place to commence
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
On ever-changing tides
they floated for nigh a lifetime
growing worn
tattered
and frayed around the edges
They were tangible once
and precious
even solemn
But
somewhere along the way
they were neglected
discarded
and abandoned
On the darkest of stormy seas they bobble now –
weather-beaten
unrecognizable
decayed and fetid
The things of a lifetime
rotting -
in their cold
watery grave
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 8:14 AM UTC
in the hush of the moment
there is much to cherish --
a child at play
with his imaginary friend
a shimmering glimmer
in almond-brown eyes
the dance above town
of birds in flight --
rising
falling
crisscrossing the sky
a winter’s eve
and a hot, deep bath
candlelight flicker
the moon and the stars
a rainy day
spent snug in my bed
the sun that smiles
and kisses my head --
peaceful
soothing
my soul well fed
those sleepy eyes
from sweet dreams wake
a hug he gives
my day he makes
and you, my love
you fill my heart
the gift of you
my world thou art
I close my eyes
my prayers I send
in the hush of the moment
these things never ...
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 9:11 PM UTC
Tall, frightful, mountainous man
the fear you strike within is easy to explain
sheer size causes my heart to pound
so fast and loud that it is all I can do to contain
it from leaping outside my tiny frame
With whisker twitching and hide flinching
I crept from the safety of my hole, inching
one small step by paltry step
seeking meagre crumbs; mere scraps of food
to feed my hungry brood
And there I chanced upon you
(well, it was your dark and menacing shoe
that first caught my beady little eye)
then, fleetingly, thoughts I was about to die
stopped me in my tracks, and there was I,
wondering ~ should I fight or fly?
Yes, there I stood, frozen in time
and it seemed that you were too
as we, the two of us, both you and I,
for one moment (or was it two?)
took measure and looked each other in the eye
But I am not a silly fool
and though I am just an insignificant being
I have learned a golden rule ~
at the very instant a man moves his feet
it is time I must be fleeing!
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
On golden fields
your painting so vivid
vibrant
bespattered
far and wide
burgeoning with hope and cheer
and mine eyes behold
Your orchestra
performing
a beautiful golden-yellow symphony
trumpets trumpeting
powerful
intense
sometimes a little boastful
perhaps even narcissistic
and mine ears respect
Across your gilded seas
the bells toll
heralding new beginnings
composed
in unison
together
but not
wandering lonely
silently drowning in unrequited pleas
forever holding faith
and I, your witness
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:35 PM UTC
Oft had I thought ‘twas meant just for a male
And mindlessly I’d chosen not to read
Until one day I was summoned to heed
Melville’s epic tale of The Great White Whale
The wandering sailor - “Call me Ishmael”
Captain Ahab - vengeance his greedy need
Reckless, careless; anything to succeed
Yet, his destiny, rightly, was to fail
Hodge-podge of cultures from all walks of life
Scruples, beliefs, tenets, lessons and more
Adventure and religion - all were rife
Herman challenged and gave voice to it all
The world then - the world now - deeply in strife
When will we learn and stop fighting the war?
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
glistening, wet jewels
well in the camber of hazel eyes
like droplets
brimming on the tip
of a dewy green-brown leaf
resting but a moment
holding tight a promise
yet threatening to tumble
as the maelstrom
erupts
in eerie quietness
mutely twisting
whirling
spiraling downwards
then
without a whisper
and in the hush of aloneness
a shining bubble
spills
and bursts
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 3:17 AM UTC
Sliding from the silky, satin sheets
Slowly she saunters to the terrace
And scans the sparkling, star-sprinkled sky
As slender arms loosely clasp her svelte, ******** swathed silhouette
So too her thoughts encircle her sweetheart
She smiles as she recalls their tryst...
*His strong embrace holding her safe and secure
Lips that tease with nearness
At last bestowing passion-soaked kisses
Whilst hands slide up to her soft, supple breast
And trace circles around her sensitive, cerise *******
She is lost now
Caught in the exquisite snare of sinfully-sweet reminiscences
Of two lovers seeking to please
And thirsting to be satisfied...
*Slow, tantalizing caresses gracefully ****** their souls
Hearts, minds and bodies of two lovers now aroused
Suspended over the precipice
Oh, yes, such blissful anticipation
And then … surrender
Surrender to sweet, sweet ecstasy!*
As she stands now on the circumference of sensual abyss
She sways slightly
A soft breeze strokes her sun-kissed skin
It whispers to her spirit and begins to sing a song
A song so enticing
So stirring
That small goosebumps rise and glisten
So once more she slips betwixt silky, satin sheets
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC