TigerEyes

Jan 2016

SøułSurvivør

as i wish
upon a star
this lonely
new year's eve
i won't be
going anywhere
and yet i will
not grieve
i only hope
the gift i wish
will surely
be received

i ask
providence
in heaven
for the blessings
of your youth
that you'd dream
just as a child
and those
dreams will become
TRUTH

that ink would flow
from wells so deep
that starlight's
in the quill
that the parchment's
as endless
as the measure
of your
will

and then
i would that
galaxies
scintillating
there
where they shook
wherever you look
in the
fireworks
glare

that each star
that winks above
as far as
you can see
will be a blessing given
and you'll know
it's from

ME

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

your friend
Catherine

°°•☆°°''♡••°°☆

#love #life #stars #galaxy #wish #fireworks #new-years

TigerEyes Jan 2016

Three Sisters

Three Vogue sisters as different as night, and day
glamorous eyes with glamorous smiles
One was wise with feminine wile
Two was smart with grace, and style
Three was beautifully straight up wild...
They all went on to live quite tragic lives
surviving it all through their shark white smiles
red lipstick, and push up bra's
bobby socks, and cashmere sweaters
could not have prepared them for it all...
for the men that they would meet...
for the life they would keep...
their children cried at night
when they heard them fight...
such a tragic sight
Three sisters who went on to live --lives
that only God could give
that God could see --
their only hope was in grace
in eternity.

Jan 2016

Walter W Hoelbling

what poets fear

the poet is a fragile me
that longs to gain eternity
by power of the word

the greatest fear is that
no poet but a nerd
    who cuddles into words
    and there gets lost
is what is heard
    outside this world of letters
and at the most
can claim illusions
    that may better
    the understanding of a verse
    of all the meaning it conveys
    the sorrow pain concern and love

and then again
    as said above
what reaches out beyond
     the mind that spins these notions
     of love and other great emotions
may just appear
as nothing but a comma
    in the ocean
    of words around the globe

that’s what we poets fear