A Storm of Words - Hello Poetry

Aug 2

guy scutellaro

flesh became the silent cathedral
who whispers of bread.

the child's eyes
as black a veil as the Gaza night
have not tasted hope

and the multitude of the thin, faces sallow,
ghost the empty cooking pots
that offer Lilies

when hunger falls heavy
the moment before a scream
the sorrow sparrows grieve
what hell waits softly with silent breath.

once upon a time in the Holyland
the earth forgot to morn
and silence wrote the ending.

Aug 2

guy scutellaro

LOVE,

tip toes to an imaginary line
drawn in the sand,
speaks in shadows,

tenderness, raw and sharp.

raised by wolves
she chews to the bone.

kiss the wind
my love is gone.

Aug 1

Bekah Halle

Endless stream of busyness

Ahhh!
A hoarse scream leaps from my body —
An ‘oral' stage clue;
A non-verbal prompting that my inner child is overwrought.
The endless stream of capitalist-driven sanctions
Force me into action.

Yet, I revolt --
And write
p o e t r y.

#poetry

Jul 30

Bekah Halle

*Spunky*

*****,
Is not a word
That I've heard in a while —
I used to hear it all the time
As a child;
I was spunky,
A spunkster,
Spunkalicious!
And all these terms of endearment
Made me feel warm inside.
It was only later, much later,
When I was more mature
That I discovered what the term really meant…
Which made me rethink all those childhood memories in a new light —

Curious!

#childhood

Jul 30

Bekah Halle

##Bath Bomb##

I was in there (the bath)
<AGAIN>
Minding my business
Wrangling words that waned
When slip...

A lapse of judgment (confusion) and
The phone dipped
Into the water —

Fast thinking,
Reactive reflexes retrieved
The potential bath bomb.

A few quick blows
And phew…
The phone is just as it came.
Just cleaner!

#idroppedmyphoneinthebath

Jul 30

Bekah Halle

Watermelon dayz

As the days slip
Into chill-filled air,
The watermelon dayz
They seem long gone.
Even with the degrees
Still in the moderate thirties,
I long for those hot, stuffy days
Where we twirled our towels
On our heads and smiled, seed-filled,
And none could distinguish where
Sweet and drippy watermelon grins
Started, and the sweat and slippery long ended.

#watermelon #summer #childhoodmemories

Jul 30

Odd Odyssey Poet

Crashing Constellations

All the stars are falling down.
Make a wish —
maybe we’ll fall in love
before they hit the ground.
And if it fails, I guess we’re
just crashing down.

                                     To shot my shot, and try to be
                                     your shooting star —
                                     aimed so high,
                                     but I was falling too fast
                                     at the sight of your brown eyes,
                                     soft as cosmic dust.

I’m the dusk, you’re the sun —
and if we make love
to make a son,
will that light save us,
or are we still just crashing down?

                            Until then - hold me in the silence
                            between the boom and the burn —
                            where gravity forgets us,
                            and stars don’t return.

And if we’re meant to fall,
then let it be together —
two sparks in the dark,
pretending we’re forever.

                          Even if we burn out
                          before the dawn,
                          at least we lit the sky while
                          we were on.

#spokenword #modernlove #starcrossed #cosmicromance #shootingstars #emotionalpoetry #falltogether #crashandburn #duskandsun #loveinmetaphors

Jul 30

Lawrence Hall

"Just One More Thing"

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

“Just One More Thing”

His shabby raincoat
His rumply old suit and tie
His “Just one more thing…”

Columbo

#columbo

Jul 30

Bekah Halle

Thirst for coffee

I was a late bloomer
To coffee, introduced via
The slow progression
From hot chocolate,
Advancement to a latte with two;
Latte with one,
Then a flat white!

Each transition marked a significant life succession;
Graduation from High School,
The first time I kissed a girl,
Waking up from the coma,
My first house purchase —

(Not that I was aware of the deeper meaning at the time)

Coffee became my driving force; searching out new experiences, cafes around the country and overseas —

Each time I held a cup
In my hand,
I was holding myself —
And my dreams, grand
Some spoken, many not
Even dared.

The thirst became a daily ritual,
Transforming my inner reflective space
As I too matured,
Softened, shaped by life and grace.

#coffee