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 Jun 2014 Heike Borgard
Brycical
She once was a funky unicorn--
we both midnight animals,
occasionally I'm a sufi moon baboon!

We wear cloud wind trousers--
surfing dusk persimmon & rose air,
laughing ecstatic dances as we rest.

Nighttime tricksters we are,
southern denim night blue ***** she sings,
peppermint thieves shadow-monkey sways in breeze...

Our gracious words of thankful creativity
dance in the wind,
lollygagging off into the sunset....
For Fah.

Thank you for dancing with me.
Mother
My mother took me into her loving home
Gave me an amazing family to call my own
She held my hand through scary times
Showed me love and sang me rhymes
Tucked me tight through the night
She said don't let the bed bugs bite
Years flew by and now I'm grown
I also created a family of my own
Learned values from her that stayed with me
Now teach my own to follow thee
My Mom is great and hope they see
Just how special you are to me
If you need me I am here
As you were for all those years
I'll hold you're hand and hold you close
Then listen to you when you need the most
Remember my love runs deep for you
Let me show my caring gratitude
Goodnight my friends
Time for rest
The sleep man knows
What is best
I fight the urge
To stay up more
But eyelids drooping
Can't fight no more
So sleep well as I will do
Very honored to have all of you:)
Goodnight all God bless you
 Jun 2014 Heike Borgard
Laura
a  handshake
sincere smiles all around
i laughed as my feet hit the ground
we had so much in common
i must have retold all my favourite jokes to you
because by the second time we hungout
i found you reciting the same jokes to all your friends

a pinky swear
with more to say then just drama and secrets
we found ourselves connected by unspoken truces
and the promise to stay there for more
not knowing what "more" stood for, scared me
but you said i could trust you
so of course
i did

a thumb war
subliminal targeting with unprepared words
sometimes i wasn't sure if you even meant it
other times i questioned who had the upper hand
was there even a hand to be upped
or did my stubburness seem too pretentious to recognize
and my fatal flaw was not recognizing yours

an arm wrestle
stuck between what we knew and what we wanted
ambitious ties and flawed questions
maybe sometimes flawed people
but mostly unrecognized confusion and dismay

a punch**
it was really quick and it hurt like hell
i guess i didn't have my guard up when it happened
not sure what you took out in the process
but we both lost something
that something i didn't realize till now
i never really lost in the first place
If I ask how you're doing,
I'd rather hear the uncomfortable truth
than "I'm doing well" scoffed as you storm past.

Clearly that isn't the ******* truth,
and I don't appreciate the lie.

Moreover,
I cared enough to ask
so don't sell us both short
with your knee-**** reply.

"Keeping up appearances"
one might say;
"disrespecting those who care"
I would hear.
Quite poetic is a dragonfly

Dancing and romancing the sun

It realizes it will soon die

So it doesn't care about the damage done

It just kisses the sky

Knowing its life will soon pass by

It hovers over lakes and sometimes rivers too

Even around people who tell it "Shoo!"

So when it finds itself beneath a boot

Or in front of a wind screen it goes mute

It doesn't care about the impact
because it romanced the sun
Kissed the sky
And glided over water

What more could a dragon fly want?
This is quite painful*face palm*
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