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66 · Jun 2020
BRILLIANCE
Betty H Jun 2020
**** goddess, keeper of the planets
ballerina arms, slightly bent
one at the elbow
hands flare, fingers wispy
like creeping vines
miniature head, twisted, disjointed
slight smirk on her petite face

Knees curve
reveals the soft darkness below
rich as a stemmed glass of deep red wine
thin curvaceous torso
full bosoms
she reaches out for a caress
void of love's fusion

Abstract world of brush strokes
echoes the artist's gift
black lines express her contour
muted hues of pink, yellow
divulge her sumptuous flesh

Goddess of lust, alone, yearns
for her earthly artist
to transform, fulfill her covets
together, as they drift among the planets
melt away into brilliance
a masterpiece to behold
This poem was written from a painting; very ethereal, sci-fi
65 · Jun 2020
BEYOND THE PLANETS
Betty H Jun 2020
My stress soars beyond the planets
birds' whistles hush
senses daze
ghostly notions
shroud me in heartbreak
one star catches my eye
perceives my torment
sprinkles me with warmth
to ensure a serene plateau
63 · Jun 2020
DANCE!
Betty H Jun 2020
The moon is so bright
I can dance in its shadows
a cloud passes by
HAIKU
63 · Mar 2020
BLUES
Betty H Mar 2020
Stagnant cow brown eyes
a face of blues
embeds tear droplets  on my cheeks
I strive to boost your spirits
all I sense is a hedge between us
62 · Feb 2020
GREEN EYES
Betty H Feb 2020
I slip on the moss covered rocks
lift my droopy hair,
peer at a gentleman's green eyes
the color of a ripe olive.
62 · Nov 2020
THE ANNIVERSARY
Betty H Nov 2020
Maudlin face, head tilt
blood shot eyes
robed in black
she stands with tremor
before a cold gray stone
epitaph wilts

An anniversary
in the absence of celebration
scrambled sentiments bolt through her head
guilt, loss, anger, emptiness
temper that persists
to the cold core of her bones
despite the blistering sun's potency

Worst of all
a child's grievous capture from life
dreaded spectacle that no parent need behold
spears the bedrock
by no means overlooked

All that prevails
skeleton dust
beneath the dark, dank earth
endearing sentiments stretch through the years
laughter, cries, togetherness, family love
trappings of life she holds tight
61 · Feb 2020
MUDDY WATERS
Betty H Feb 2020
He glides cautiously toe to heel
on slender orange legs.
The Blur Heron renders silent ripples
in the grassy wetlands.
His stature *****, graceful as a ballerina.
A pointy beak projects over a long narrow neck.

Reserved and confident
he dwells beside the Egret,
whose round white frame, curved neck
and skinny legs resemble sticks
from fallen from a dead tree.
The Egret peers with his beady eyes.
Still water snatches his reflection
and mimics his own torso.

In common, they stalk the tide
while they search for their prey
among the muddy waters of the lowlands.
Small fish, tiny shrimp, *****, young mammals
tempt them to satisfy their appetite.

The pair fly, elegant wings flap
slap the thin air, tackle the wind
and soar into a light turquoise sky.
61 · Apr 2020
FRIENDSHIP
Betty H Apr 2020
We blink in sync
five seconds, he's astray
the Red Head Finch greets me in the morn
in a distinct and inviting play

We cement our friendship
he lands on his perch at dawn
wings flutter, our cryptic wave
he chirps to arouse, as I stretch and yawn
60 · Feb 2020
HARD RIDE ((Haiku)
Betty H Feb 2020
Gray angry ocean
white caps slap the seaweed beach
one brave surfer falls

Red flags flutter mad
as wind blows off tourists’ hats
one lands on the dunes

Dusk calms the cruel sea
beachcombers hunt for shells, *****
sandpipers, gulls peck
58 · Jan 2020
CHARRED WOOD
Betty H Jan 2020
Her face, soft as celestial clouds
pink cheeks, golden hair, ballerina torso
all marred within seconds.

One eve, she and her family flee the devil
their house in flames.
Yellow, orange, blue sparks
fling and surge toward the night sky.
Gray, acrid smoke smothers the family, the forest.

Her face turns to black ash
peeled and mottled skin
raw open wounds.

Their cottage, a rubble of charred wood
burnt clothes, furniture, torn photos, memorabilia
scatter like pieces of a puzzle.
A sole chimney stands

Kissed by a guardian's lips, they narrowly survive.
Scars everlasting.
Their lives like fragments of the shattered home.
Minds wander into hollowness.
Only remembrances cling.
58 · Feb 2020
THE EVE (Haiku)
Betty H Feb 2020
Orange sun descends
as red super moon prevails
darkness lures spirits
57 · Jun 2020
THE POWER
Betty H Jun 2020
Love is an invisible creature
hidden, it sees, feels, smells, touches and tastes
it holds the power
to fuse those in its path of timeless existence
57 · Feb 2020
TORN
Betty H Feb 2020
One married man's pith severs.
Eyes and desire bestowed on two.
His wife, a previous scullery maid,
his prior lover, a married aristocrat.

His wife suspects trouble, jealousy,
Hearsay soars as he look smitten with "her".
By no means does he touch her bodice.
Yet, she bows and he kisses her hand.
Speaks to her in humble tones.

Thus, the lover gently loosens his capture.
She declares her stature.,
implores him to mend his spirit,
no longer shall it be sliced.
The whole belongs to his spouse.
The lover holds true to her dignified married lifestyle.
56 · Jun 2020
LEAP!
Betty H Jun 2020
The lake remains still
until a  bullfrog leaps in
the water is clear
55 · Feb 2020
HARD DRIVE (Haiku)
Betty H Feb 2020
Gray angry ocean
white caps slap the seaweed beach
one brave surfer falls

Red flags flutter mad
as wind blows off tourists' hats
one lands on the dunes

Dusk calms the cruel sea
beachcombers hunt for shells, *****
sandpipers, gulls peck
55 · Jan 2020
WICKED RAIN
Betty H Jan 2020
Sun heats my mood
burns my flesh
dries my eyes
shrivels flora

Drives my thirst for wicked rain
to crash through angry clouds
pummel my body, earth all around me
dwell in forests
sniff damp air
sense water droplets
on velvet leaves
linger, respect, savor
55 · Jan 2020
FREE (Haiku)
Betty H Jan 2020
Jitters, grasp hands firm
bodies swim in cold fresh air
release, float,breathe,dream
54 · Jun 2020
NO TIME!
Betty H Jun 2020
A bird winks at me
while sitting on a thin branch
I whistle, he flies
54 · May 2020
THE PARTING
Betty H May 2020
The dark virus upon us
killer of desires
cleaves our tender attachment
hips lock together
our breaths' steam
clouds our love vision

Shadows shroud us
blossoms wilt
as does our cores
reflections on our drift
assures our own nests
endless oceans asunder
rise of the moon
painful farewell
wet lips entwine
spoons us closer

We part with a cup
rich with water droplets
alone we dream
disturbed we slumber
conceals our agony
romantic whispers over rough seas
53 · May 2020
CAROUSEL HORSES
Betty H May 2020
Ancestry, mystery of one's core
Great-Grandfather, mentor, patriarch
carver of carousel horses
adorned with colors
of an artist's palette
inspiration for generations to flourish

Across torrent waters
of a vast ocean
he begets his progeny
the artist's palette
settles into the hands of my father

He, out of many siblings
inherits the consummate gene
glued to his canvass
like a musician embraces his harp
he brushes landscapes feverishly
rolling green farmland
against a vast turquoise sky
oils of color that stretch to the earth's crust

Ancestry lines smack me in the face
I envy my father's talent
luck and patience speaks as
I unearth my own
painting and poetry
an ancestral reality
grateful for the gentle horse carver
53 · May 2020
SCRIBBLES
Betty H May 2020
I amble along city streets
skin to skin shoppers, fast pace
people watchers, tots wailing
car fumes, taxis swerve, screech, sirens
turmoil of the mind
I bear my moody thoughts with me
my brown cracked leather journal
copious scribbles, sticks to my hip
I jot down slivers of life

Couples smooch
biker delivers food
pregnant woman waddles along
two toddlers ride their bikes
homeless man, face concealed
slumbers on a rickety bench

The city unveils me
my cracked journal preaches
deep in my core
I fetch myself
in a silent universe
begs me to write
upon chaos around me
where I slip in to my inner self
51 · Mar 2020
THE BOND
Betty H Mar 2020
You, the peerless one
who strokes my nose and cuddles
my top pal ever
we're entwined in our love fest
our cores match a knot
we grab each other's giggles
and muse the dream thoughts
we move beside as one

Years pass and we age
but our lures refresh our flesh
life is a tussle
we smack it with coupled srrength
and bond as glue sticks
51 · Jun 2020
THE ANCIENT
Betty H Jun 2020
Steady chants outside
draws me to my small window
I am an ancient

Large colorful signs
I squint to find just one word
I limp to my chair

Why do they walk, chant?
young people don't trouble me
except a shooting

I think they mean peace
I am told they are harmless
I say let them be
51 · Feb 2020
IMMORTALS (Haiku)
Betty H Feb 2020
Ghostly night creatures
stir in the thick black forest
a high screech echoes

Dawn draws the day star
as chilled night immortals sleep
roosters crow, birds sing
50 · Jan 2020
THREE STUDIES
Betty H Jan 2020
FAITH
If I can believe
in a healer, I'm content
but I can't find one.

MOONLIT
Let me ****** you
to my moonlit planet Hope
and never leave it.

REALITY??
Her angelic face
traps me in a trance-like calm
yet she is not real
HAIKU
50 · Apr 2020
REPOSE
Betty H Apr 2020
Your spontaneous obsessions
of which I fall short to acknowledge
will assuredly provoke nightmares
upon my last meager reposes
49 · Jun 2020
GREENS
Betty H Jun 2020
Forest greens like rain
I drink the water droplets
watch the sun peek through
HAIKU
48 · Jan 2020
THE SOUP
Betty H Jan 2020
Winter's eve
fireplace crackles
yellow, blue flames
warm air swathes the house
scent of burning logs
expands my nostrils, breathe.


Crave for soup
bubbles on stove
tomato base
yellow corn
green beans and okra
white turnips
navy beans
touch of red pepper

Steam swells in the kitchen
my mouth pauses to taste.
Alas, I feel the warm liquid
ooze down my throat, belly.
Satiates
Ideal for a blistery cold night.
46 · May 2020
U PICK EM
Betty H May 2020
Red, plump, juicy, sweet, a bit prickly
a wee green flower sits atop
I tiptoe carefully through
tiny earth paths between rows of bright red

I pick strawberries
when school is finished
and the hot sun reaches its peak
trees are heavy with leaves
some branches almost reach the ground

My basket is always full
well, not quite
eat one, throw one in the bucket
I smear my lips and tongue bright red
a mess on my freckled dace
I lick my lips, afraid to lose a morsel

My grandma bakes strawberry pies
I stuff my mouth
globs of whipped cream

okay, ready for more!
42 · Feb 2020
THE GALES
Betty H Feb 2020
Hazy sun
struggles through a thin layer
of high gray clouds
treeless islands
relentless wind
whips through tall grasses
they sway like a drunkards dance
winters darkness lingers
in the North Atlantic latitude
gusts force slaps the rain sideways
batters all in its path

Undulating green hills
fresh water lakes
salt smell of the sea
sweeps the islands
rugged farmers tend their vegetable plots
and plant stubby trees
which challenge the fierce gales
summer’s sun intrudes cumulous clouds
begets luminous colors on the rocky coastline
flowers sprout, birds engage, fish skip
These are the Orkney Island, part of U.K.
40 · Apr 2020
THE LAST RIDE
Betty H Apr 2020
The flag-draped wooden box slides down
a cold steel ramp
the drizzle slightly dampens its vision
It is a dark, bleak early morning
my eyes blur, hours of bawling, heaving
dried tears on my face and black suit
my little ones hold tight
looks of fear emanating from their eyes
bewildered

Soldiers soaking wet, stand like statues
never move, no emotion
carry out their duty
the flag gently folds in perfect form
plants in my shaky hands as a gift
though I pause to receive
whispers of thank you
I stand motionless, rigid, timorous
I am vacuous, no one stirs me
thoughts ramble through my mind
why did he go?
Why him?
I am a widow
of
37 · Jan 2020
KNIGHT OF KNIGHTS
Betty H Jan 2020
My dignified knight, **** of armor
shapely bodice illuminates my eyes
strong muscular hands touch mine
long bony feet curl over my legs
hairy chest warms my *****
blue veins protrude form his enduring arms
angular face, bearded chin, gray eyes
plant me in a trance

When apart, I yearn for my knight
I still see his comely shadow
sense his smooth corps against mine
emptiness creeps into my mood
I ache from quarantine
others fail to catch my glimpse
though a wink or two has no purpose
I wait uneasily for my kindred spirit to return

— The End —