My body is cloth
To cut as I choose
Held together with cotton
And patch work bruises

Broken button eyes
Mouth of stitches
No words to escape
Put away into a box

Waiting to be used
But thrown away
For second hand love
I’m just a rag doll.

A warrior with clean armour
Has not seen real battle
He bares his fangs
But bares no scars

A bladeless sword
All for show
A conversation piece
For cowardice not war

A rusted knight
With a heart of gold
So cumbersome
It became a curse

A war for wimps
A social life battle
Casualties of black sheep
Are the real fallen soldiers.

Every dot takes a space
millions of dots can make
a straight line
or can create an arbitrary path

Where we are traveling
that can make life simple
or can draw a circle
that turns you again
to your home

Or an uneven line
that creates a sway
where the river moves   
but can't say that
there was no space
before the big bang

Each word has a pour
that impact could be
low or loud  
but some words can make
a metaphor
a poem

Can catch happiness
or sadness
can art an imagery
of nature
life

Or a thought
that can make an illusion
or a fusion between
the love and the hope
that we perches into our soul

Every bits of sound holds an emotion
thousands of bits make a rhythm
that can build a song
whether it's a song of joy

Or sad
or a true loop
that never terminate
thee love of  

Or a rebel tune
that makes a struggle
for the independence
which can make an eternal
freedom song!

Not a poem. Repost please.

First I'd like to thank all the poets
who are so faithful to follow me.
You are wonderful!
I'm afraid I have been lax in doing
the same. There are many reasons for this. Some of which you already know. My mom is quite ill and my
father just had two operations on his
eyes. They are both disabled. As I am. I have stage four arthritis in both knees. So I'm helpful, but slow.
The reason why I am not able to comment on some poetry/repost/add to sites is due to my perfectionist nature. I feel like I'm not giving each poem the attention it is due. So I read and reread the poetry you write. I truly enjoy reading your work. But this also makes me SLOW. Plus I am a hunt n peck typist.

I am also behind the scene on the site message system. I truly want to respond to and help all who message me and request such. I'm not a minister or pastor. But I believe in God. And I want to truly emulate the Lord Jesus Christ. When people came to Him for help He didn't *send them AWAY. I want to apologize to all I have NOT responded to. I pray for you and sincerely wish you all the best! I hope that this is of
some comfort....

I know that these are a lot of excuses. But I'm leading up to a point. From now on all I have time to do is like and repost. I know that this has not been my practice in the past. But I want you to know that you are READ. And appreciated!

If you have any ideas about how I can make the most of my time on site please contact me via the site message system or comment. I'm relatively new to these sites and want suggestions.

Thank you! I love you ALL! ♡♥♡♥**

Catherine

there was a little scarecrow he lived in a field
scaring of the birds to protect the farmers yield.

he would wave his arms high up in the air
this would chase the birds by giving them  a scare.

he was made of straw and his face was made of sack
with a wooden pole stuck right up his back.

he  put up his umberella when it began to rain
when the sun came out he put down again.

scarecrow he was happy  in a field all day
doing what he should just chasing birds away