I struggle when I have to write
rhyme you see naturally I'm slight
towards the free verse, trying to get
it perfect, just right I start to sweat.

My words syllables are just what ever
comes in to my mind, Im not words clever.
For some this comes naturally, I have to
use sites as my words need to be next in que.

But to some this is a natural progression,
is it for me  worth it which is the question?
We say to learn is to elevate ourselves higher.
Using this metaphor in hope I don't misfire.

I'm poetic blue, I write on cold white warming
it up with words, hopefully there correctly forming.

Stray cats lingering around vacant cans, alleyway
disarray of the forgotten. Odours of a doorway
they hunger upon, loitering around refuse, dismay
day and night. Where it seems like an endless replay.

Runaway of ill gotten anger, now soiled on a pathway.
stowaway of loneliness and then finds a hideaway,
leading astray of its virtues, but in despair finds a delay.
Friends appear from crumbled pasts and its day is less grey.

May all those of lost causes find this place of a hungers buffet.
Ok there isn't enough to go around, but they get by. A display
lay before all that there not alone. Feline brotherhood, stray
repay for being taken in, food is there goal, bins lids fall today.

Woven with secretions of midnights veil,
Its fur absorbs full moons light now stale.
Through its piercing eyes that follow shifting
shades, daring to attain its glare precariously drifting.

Abiding its time as night decays, fractured sights
let in the breath of inclement silence, coldness bites.
whispering through halls, but shuddering when
this onyx mystery speaks, winds shudder becoming thin.

This place is a citadel of muteness, where one
voice to be only spoken, it never gestures than
with some intent, but wears many facades
changing its outfits, ever enjoying its odds.

For what is life without a challenge, its master
returns, those whose thought he was the caster
when spoken through a ventriloquist of self
as who holds the blame not her, but himself.

As the bird flew amongst the crew,
We watched it change direction,
She thought to herself how much color,
He figured it was injured,
They knew something didn’t seem right;

Riding that wave without care,
Dipping and dodging to the next,
Without doubt if it would ever end,
Effectively moving with no loss of tread,

This innate instinct belongs to the beasts,
He made sure to protect their purpose,
Forgiveness for those with a choice,
An opening perceived as a beautiful dream,

Bleeding with an injured wing from the hawk’s grasp,
His mistake cannot ever be found,
To a hungry nest controlled by the sound,
Following a cellular map wrapped around;

Her cries for justice and sanity could be heard for miles,
He watched her eyes absorb the blast,
Realizing deep down it would not last,
An innocence burned alive ignited by the pain;

A vulnerable moment is all it takes,
A slip in time to the next frame,
Backwards an option for a digital trend,
Catching light a virtual bend,
Cradling this blue jay that met the end;

They stopped and stared,
Searching deep inside another to find reason,
How could this happen to such a thing?
A flawless confidence has disappeared,
Replaced by a doubt.

At Vernal equinox, the Sun crosses
over the plane of the Earth’s equator
and equalises the night and the day.
Then will the Emerald Dragon awaken
from his hibernation beneath the earth.
Rising in the jade forests of Ghizhou,
this yin creature transforms the cold, dead land.
Primal and powerful, he gathers the Qi;
melts the mountain snows to ribbons of fire
igniting the frosty hillsides to growth,
fuses each thing with verdant energy,
revives again the seed, renews the bulb,
sprouting tender shoots juice-rich and sap-full
Shy blossoms set to bloom and burst with fruit
Fresh scented breezes ruffle foliage
maiden ferns shiver with their thrill and ******
Grasses and reeds bedewed and beryline,
murmuring and humming low and dulcet,
dancing and swaying at the river’s edge.
Roots of every tree draw deep from the earth
Magnolia and Frangipani breathe
and pant out fragrant honeyed lusciousness
Spring sparks and quickens, kicks and is alive.

© M.L.Emmett

Once of noble times now deceased
corrupted now he was cursed by a priest
undead in the waking night he forged
alliences with the untold each gorged
on souls of human and animal alike
All that was left a husk lingering on a spike.

Where elegant spires once stood aloft
now they decay, no longer colours of soft
hues. He looks upon a kingdom of  blight
no longer of beauty now tainted in sight.
Standing proud of what was below desecrated  
by his hand, what abomination had the priest created.

Some thought of virtue and honour did try
to end his rein, but alas the dead don't die
as easy as the living breathe. All who fell
by his sword were kept beneath his citadel.
Becoming defiled as he laced them with
a parchment of cloth, no longer was it myth.

His cloak of souls now dishevelled, but so many
had been risen for his unjust deeds would any
end this endless terror. She walked upon the steps in
purest white dress, the shadows did dissipate within
with each of her lingering steps. It knew that fate
was about to be challenged, no longer would she wait.

Drawing on his infected wrath, he lunged swiftly for this
girl in her ivory gown. A rose she lifted which he dismissed,
She blew the petals of the onyx black towards his features.
Whispered words as each flew, she was one of the preachers
This rose of twilight touched upon him and ashes fell,
in moments he was nothing but a stain lingering in hell.

On shaded oaks his hooves he rested
leafs of summer where birds had nested,
with palms he held as fingers gently nestled
asking those who gathered of what was requested.

Wind blew silently through elegant wood melodies,
as creatures listened to soft melody all understood
that he was a creature of lore just like those surrounding.
This musical endeavour, his skill of tune was outstanding.

All moved to these whispers that lingered through air,
as fairies did dance and leafs did sway here and there.
The mood was jubilant as all were in relaxed feeling,
his rhyme of song had been to all so very appealing.

They were the heavens daughters
they were of land air and the waters,
Artemis would nurture of all ascended,
Gaea would colour below with spender.

one would glance fingers on the breeze
where the trees would dance in ease.
painting the landscape in watercolours ink,
seasons did change and colours did shrink.

The heavens were moulded with her embrace,
a tapestry of what was her emotion gently graced.
emotions change and where clear skies shone
clouds ensued, her words were expelled and sown.

Each was a beauty of ones own eternal creation
every place was different to each ones application,
they changed all with each seasons exchange
each one that revolved a little thing did change.

This season was summer bliss as each painted,
nothing grey, all was of colours noting tainted.
butterflies flew and flowers did eagerly bud,
Larks did fly, tears did descend creations lifeblood.

Each did dance in the essence of  there creation
gracing there art in each pieces location,
You may feel them in the lingering breeze
smiling on deeds now done, on all one sees.

Whispers shatter the tethered stillness  
voices of no word web upon an illness,
nothing is seen but all ends in sighing
his own thoughts trod upon slowly dying.

A cloth of misgivings is wrapped around thought
consuming memories, emotions now overwrought.
lost in the focus an image of ones former self
books in an library of a mind all blank on the shelf.

Catching embers of what it was to be once them
his voice is a shard one now, is he still himself,
there is a cradle that rocks in thoughts birthplace
It must motion once more to redeem this place.

To long was it dormant, creaking in need to respond  
once it would sway, all other voice would be embalmed,
Sanity now blossomed as thoughts now properly weaved
Ill thoughts put to rest, hope reborn and again believed.

Whispered words woven in silk tongue,
Each one softly suffocated and strung.
What was the penalty as each swung
My thoughts were swaying as if hung.

Why would spoken thoughts bleed,
Each one grew inside roots of a ****.
I listened to hear if flowers would seed
But like poison you gladly did  feed.

Why would love turn from us to sour
Could I never regain that blossoming flower
These words scoured my heart in this final hour
But broken shards did all but fall in a tainted shower

Life bleeding from my view unheard is my pleading
Teeth seeding my skin in clotted drips where they feeding
I hive of onyx death, I face and uncertain last breath
A tattered drape hangs precariously my only escape.

I was the prey, not bled dry awaiting I was on display
Craving decayed my death moment now delayed
My sight began to fade, death was what I  portrayed
But as flesh torn and I wept rouge tears afresh.

Let me pass, let my life not torn, last thoughts of my wife
Her brunette hair her skin so soft I will never forget
I screamed in laughter,each weakened not what it seemed
Dead blood in my veins, only limited a moment remains.

Their folly of hunger as each faded, greed was now traded.
I reached out droplets rained, my movements strained.
Light eroded twilight as flesh tainted now slowly corroded
I myself now untainted I fell those now just an empty shell

Light shone through as a window opened to my delight
All was awash, charred ash fell like snow, I was still on guard
Scars were my honour all were expelled, now her necklace held.
She had feed on me, hunger had poisoned her soul now freed.

I slept the cold night in my black sleeping bag
Quietly I slumbered, not removed yet the price tag
My hair caught in the teeth, yet I was still time did drag
I was of the notion of underdressed in just my rags.

Eyes wide open on the bench, oblivions vision
I was exposed for all to gaze upon eyes on collision
Was I wanting to be here? that was not my decision
Feeling I was missing myself as opened up for excision.

I was silent that whole time my lips never shifted,
lonely as my belongings now strewn and sifted
I gave others my unwanted, each hopeful now gifted
Death was a silence I was gone but now I am lifted