If I where known
By my famous poems
Would not the world
Be at my feet?
Sacred halls
Gathering all
Of the words
That I speak
Special days
For my praise
As they repost
My every thought
But instead
I struggle
To make one trend
As my ego
Pays the cost...

She broke the gateway
to my heart, and let herself
flood all the way in.

I would swim a never-ending ocean,
Climb a mountain
That reaches into the sky,

Hike through treacherous bushlands,
I would challenge any staircase, Regardless of how high!


I would inhale the Earths atmosphere,
I would pocket every galaxy and star,

I would drain every deep-sea,
Lake, lagoon and river,
Anything to keep them nearer,
Rather than far!

I would fly to the edge of reality,
I would hitchhike across the globe,

I would skydive from the heavens,
I would carry a mountainous load...

To be with my five precious daughters. .

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Isn't it fun,
to play in the playground of words.
To let them tickle your senses
as visions grow like flowers.

Isn't it grand,
to let pen dance capturing
a whirlwind of feeling.
To let it roll across with sea of ink
to expose a pearl.

Isn't it a blessing,
to have an open heart
to echo and make
a landscape for a readers eyes.

Isn't it an amazing journey,
to be a writer
who has treasure chest
of sparkling sequined words
to gift visitor to their written terrain.

Isn't it a wonder,
to celebrate where writer
and reader meet
inside a scribes manuscript.

Yes, it is and for that
I am grateful

I placed the
words as bricks,
And
bury the things
with the poetricks!

I may shed a little tear today
As words of some seem to ****
A reminder may play everyday
Putting me on a disgusting pill

I'm out spoken on verbal and written
Yet, I am misjudged by most
Words seem to be stuffed and bitten
And comments fly in of another boast

I am not a qualified writer
Nor my writes are clear to perfect
But writing makes my dark world brighter
And that, my friend is a fact

My writes are ruins of my thoughts
Feelings of a broken heart
Shattered pieces of multiple knots
And a spilling imaginary art

I am not in competition with anyone
Poetry world is a lovely place to be
I am not in search to nail someone
But to read other poets work as I see...


©sim

Because
He makes me feel
Every moment--completely,

Making me want to live,
Forevermore,
Inside each one--infinitely!

By Lady R.F.(C)2016

I write because
It's an innate impulse--
I have to!

It's a natural instinct -
It's what I was born to do!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017