Sanna Tirkey: Favorites

Dec 2016 Sanna Tirkey

Akira Chinen

she had a poem where her soul was suppose to be and the pupils of her eyes had been carved out from the black void before the beginning of time
she knew more than any man or woman or god and only ever lost at anything when playing checkers and
tic-tac-toe with children
there was an intricate and gentle song that hummed in the depths of her heart and her blood flood with the slow ease of the last drop of honey from a jar
an unending kindess flowed from her gaze and she was continuously looking for those in the most need
she existed within the fabric of dreams and the horizon of eternity
and the beauty of love was an endless fairytale tattooed along
the curves of her spine
she has walked quietly through your dreams and gathered all the tears of heartache and grief you have ever shed and turned them into stars and moons and wishes of good tidings
she is there everytime you fall in love and and everytime your heartbreaks and it is with strands of her hair that she stiches the broken pieces back together and whispers sweet words of hope to chase away the feelings of despair
and you know her by
a name you will never speak in
a language you will never know
and when dreaming
you can always hear
your heart reading
her poem to your soul

Dec 2016 Sanna Tirkey

Writers

Dec 2016 Sanna Tirkey

Star Gazer

Writers

Writers are forged from the fires of struggle
made to never crumble under pressure
like treasures embedded with diamonds.
Writers are fighters facing thunder and lightning,
writing the spark, the shock, the rumble
and the calm that comes after.
Writers are like iron forged under fire
burning with desire to be as strong as possible,
as sharp and logical as any thunderstorm.

Writers are roses in a valley of dandelions
aligned with lines as thorns and rhymes as petal,
which settles on paper.

Dec 2016 Sanna Tirkey

That time of year

Dec 2016 Sanna Tirkey

John Edward Smallshaw

That time of year

plum pudding looks good in
a custardy coat
beer, brandy and for the
alcohol free
lemonade shandy.

It's great that Jesus was born in December
the
January sales wouldn't work
in September
which leads me to think
this plan was thought out
and that's what those three
wise men are about,

but while the turkeys are cooking
if you believe and you're looking
for a sign
that's fine by me

I found my sign under the Christmas tree,
an IOU
from you know who

someone's been a naughty boy.

Dec 2016 Sanna Tirkey

Life & Live

Dec 2016 Sanna Tirkey

Ramin Ara

Life & Live

The tragedy of life
Isn't death
But what we let
Die inside of us
while we live

Nov 2016 Sanna Tirkey

what's wrong with wanting to be in love?

Nov 2016 Sanna Tirkey

Nicole Joanne

what's wrong with wanting to be in love?

what's wrong with wanting to be in love?
I want to fall in love -is that such a bad thing?
we've been told that one does not fall in love ever when they are looking for it; but who decides that? who says that I can't find love?

is love suddenly not going to be love anymore because I was looking for him? what if we were looking for each-other? love can not be forged -the act of love can be, but love itself, cannot.

why can't I search for love? why do I have to wait for him to find me, or pop up out of the blue? Why can't I look down the path and scream, 'Love, I am coming for you. You're what I want and I will search everywhere until I find you.' Why does love have to be some mysterious lurker? why can't I notice love as a gust of wind before he becomes the full blown tornado?

Whats wrong with looking at someone you admire and thinking, 'hey, I think maybe I could fall in love with you' and actually, truly, believing so? You can't forge a feeling -so why not look for the spark? If it's there it's there, if it's not, it won't be.

So ***** all who tell me to stop looking for love,
because when I find him I'll be able to say,
'thank god I finally found you,
I've been searching for you my whole life.'

NJ2016

Nov 2016 Sanna Tirkey

Gold

Nov 2016 Sanna Tirkey

Star Gazer

Gold

A man does not love a beautiful woman
He falls for those that makes the world beautiful
So treasured enough that treasures become mere gold
And stories untold become life-long diamonds trapped in a tunnel.
Because she is the one he can run to,
the one that he would ctrl z, undo,
only to come to the same place again.
She doesn't have to wear a dress
Or show off her breast, no she doesn't
wear makeup to cover the darker shades
because even darker shades happen in nature,
and so 24-7 she's an infinite loop encased in his mind,
that glimmers of gold yet shows him that love is so blind,
because a man doesn't love a beautiful woman,
a man loves a woman that makes his world beautiful.

While chasing a sunset that catches your eye
you've learnt to forget that it doesn't last
and as an overcast blocks the light,
you'll be stuck as part of the older past.