I love my *******
One, slightly bigger than the other
I could not live without them!

All my love to all the women
saved by mastectomies,

Sisters, allow me,
to sip,
at the well of your Courage.

You made me feel unwanted
by all the things you did not say,
a simple goodnight, how was your day?

fade to black-
when all is sore.
fade to black,
renew the core!

lustrous sky
framed by my window
master brush-strokes
Sun kisses Cloud

if these walls speak,
they will tell of silent tears,
cried when you are at work

I have scars
that just bleed
and do not heal

windmills churn,
the ocean blue-
my love is sweet
and so are you

the choir grows with the barks of dogs,
the rumble of cars, the fusion of bogs

sunny afternoons
a bar stool,
music
friendship in one.

the dying sun kisses my brown walls goodnight,
winking naughtily through the leaves.

temporary goodnight kiss
until I wake you up
to nestle in wet sunshine
midnight *******, shh!
hushed whispers
I am a touch away

I fight silent battles,
I struggle everyday.
Victory, I know-
Is surely on the way!

Pride's grin starts endless friendships,
with Bitterness, Jealousy and Envy...
When he grins, and waves, avert his green eyes!

Warm Burrow
I seek to snuggle,
curl up and not come out!

Dark Warmth,
freedom in solitudes-
dancing with silhouettes

Warm Burrow
I seek to snuggle,
curl up and not come out!

Dark Warmth,
freedom in solitudes-
dancing with silhouettes

poetry, you comforting solace!
balm, on the chapped lips of cracked hearts,
soothing salve on the conscience of guilt

a lone figure
on a solitary beach.
me, pebbles, water and I.

Just want to be alone-
I am Pisces, Scorpio, Cancer....
I just want to lose myself-
Quietly and not talk.

I cannot sleep
if you are not there
I am so used to you

do birds sing at night?
I wonder-
as I listen to the cackle
of birds in flight

I never want
to miss her
skies, nests and deception
don't ask any question

the familiar old knot,
the familiar old sweep,
nostalgia and nerves
always cuts so deep

Grandma.
musical aromas,
beads and prayers.
Grandma.

supple sighs and snores
gone today,
back tomorrow

they lived at the edge of the sea,
they made music with pebbles
and shadows shifted,
slowly, badly calloused,
they picked their way through

          the throng
          ****** along
          pressed along

but they were not afraid
the wind billowed and raged
the sea churned violently
washing them, away it, hoped
but they remain rooted. mute

           the throng
           ****** along
           pressed along

silent statuettes, brave, unshaken
still alive by the edge of the sea
lights dance on the sea now, night
the glows, soldiers lost at sea
watching over them
scurry happily on the pebbles

Elegant darkness
strokes my worn soul
fleeting, soft sash trailing,
I sit with her, and she with me

I hate the smell of pine,
wistful hours,
spent alone

opalescent sea,
still in moonlight
unbosom those rays,
they belong to me!

beneath me
are oil stains
charting my way to victory

Despondency...
painful monotony,
familiar quilt-
morphing into me
weaving waves
of tidal loss-
an itchy loneliness

it's goodbye again
when I hear the swish-swish
of your toothbrush.

I want to scoop up and hug
all sad and broken souls
hold them, wiping tears
together, floating away
kindred spirits

look for laughter,
at the blue pool-
let dismay flit
sparkling drops
into the ocean
Mind.

laid myself bare
take me, with mercy
do not destroy me!

I tried to catch
a whiff of her scent,
as she walked past
there was none
but the putrefaction
of old dreams
stubs of old love
a black dress
and red shoes

floating away-

flotsam and debris
of what could have been
if you had been mine,
Water Lily

You have given my heart such a warm glow,
Mind awakened, words, shall flow.

'Give me your password!'
I demanded,
and I opened  Horrors.

I hung on, waiting for the final breath
there was nothing.
no standing ovation,
no final crescendo

astute silence stares me in the face,
I, forlorn, have reached my place

My father's funeral,
was the first funeral-
I ever attended.

simplicity is me
typing away
when you are asleep,
breathing,
waiting for me

she
threw
him
away
she
had
nothing to feed him

(10 words excl. spaces)

something with claws
slowly crept up on her
as she walked home
head buried in Blissful Oblivion
she felt not the deep incisions
the creature made on her dainty soul
she felt not the yawning crevices
sunk into her pure heart
by the creature with claws
she knew it not, until she faltered
in Dark Abandon.

Dealing with OCD
is like losing your mind,
You can be in a room
full of people, yet all alone,
Noone can ever know
when the horrible thoughts
will come and what they will be
you just feel a buzz, a hum, a drone
in your head and you try to block it out
but like Sony Xperia apps
running in the background,
they are there, infernal
consuming the bandwidth of your soul
there is a fine line between delusion and sanity
a clutching at straws, a search for help
pleas and pleas fall not on deaf ears
but endure it you must
until it runs its course
tunnelling on, pushing you to the edge
straddling the fine line buoying
bobbing, dancing, fleeting-
drowning you in its wake as you gasp and gasp
OCD is horrible and misunderstood
why it hit me, I know not-
when it came part of me, I never agreed
I just woke up arrested, paralysed
by the most unutterable thoughts...
I suspect it happened when I met
the thin woman with the one eye-
I have known no peace since then
Paranormal paranoia rules my brain
and I am mooted, glued in the vile filth
of guilt, shame, anger, helplessness-
like a generator running on fuel,
incessant the tyres do not stop burning
alone, sometimes, I ask myself
why? why me Lord?
the cup is too heavy for me to bear
and ghouls have made my mind
an open playing field and I cant break free
at times I wake up and its gone
I smile and dress up-
try to think normally, eat and sleep
but itchy insomnia rages on my skin
beads of sweat and shaking, my mouth is dry
I am afraid, frightened and I cower
OCD is crunching my life, slowly
and sadly noone knows...they just dont know
why I say 'off' things sometimes
they suppose its the preoccupation
of a busy mind, and busy I am
wallowing, silently, stewing in the prison
it seems there is no escaping this

sitting in the ash of protest,
roasting in clutching desires
nothing could I offer-
feeling so small and broken

the old priest shuffles
slowly
between
pages of crusty memoirs
in the silence of the temple
he has forgotten how to speak

I am painting a mural with my words,
Cameos, sublime, Turquoise,
line my blue bell filled path
To Luminescence
#micropoetry #poetry

in poetry I speak my mind,
freely
without fear-
I share who I am

dare I write to touch souls,
leave my soul-prints on hearts?
inspire, create, teach, drown?
I falter, but I will. I have to.