ONCE MORE

from my window
there to glimpse
I watch the birds; assorted
set down to feed, frenzied
from a slanting rain, they seek out
to gather peck and scratch
while in this moment of
lost souls, well-nigh contemplative
I look up and as the clock
chimes out the hour, feeling the
assault of lonely moments gather, I am aware then as
before the yard has emptied out once more

by Michael Perry

My days!!
Whose eyes are on duty
At this ungodly hour?
Surely,
None but mine.
Who then shall watch me
Dance to the tune
Of beautiful INSOMIA?
Oh sweet disease!
I threw it's pills
Consented to its thrills
For diamond moments like this.



Yes fam.
Why shall I dose on pills
When mother earth is pregnant
With burdens?
Shall I not dwell
On it's thrills
Exploring my allowances?
INSOMIA
How I worship
The magnificent repercussions
Of your presence!



For I,
Mute of words
As my tongue fell asleep.
Fingers crave.
Mind tortured, matyred for words.
My pen releases ink,
Innovating a remdesivir
To cure the world
Of the pandemic burdens
Of hate, segregation and violence.

Breathe and love as long as you live,
And you will have built a bridge over everything.
22/5/2020

I am ashamed
At how broken i am.
I apologize
For the amount of stress
I may cause in the midst of your
Efforts of trying to keep me held together.
I apologize
that i continue to fall apart
Before your glue has time to dry.
I apologize
That every time you pick a piece of me up,
Yet another breaks.
I am trying.
You are fixing me slower than i am breaking,
And i am ashamed.
Thank you.
Thank you for not giving up
On a broken piece of nothing.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)