When u have a small voice.
Its easy to be talked over
Im also a small grl
Ppl think im easy to walk over
I have a tiny voice
That doesnt carry in a room
I have a voice
And ideas ppl never hear
Cuz they block out my voice
And muffle my sounds
They cancel my words
And shut out my mouth
But they dont care
They dont listen
To a tiny voice wit big visions
And grandeur dreams
But somehow they sequester everything i say
And shut down everything i speak
And they will never know me
Or the beautiful things i see
Because my words r nothing
But mumbled speech
As they talk over me and my tiny tiny voice
In your large room
Could there ever be room for me
And my voice to echo
Could there ever be....
too much love
The princess looked at her face
That became red and filled with fear
The princess said:" why did you this worst thing?
Why did you convert their fathers to be nothing?
They can't move or talk or even think
You made them fill of losing hope sink
You deserve to die or even get hurt"
The witch woman collected her intelligent
And said with yellow smile that was gained
"What do you say my sweetly girl?
My daughter that I will love at all"
The king smile at her and said"
"Dear, you have kindly heart"
He looked at his daughter and said"
Don't accuse any person without evident
Go to your room and don't go out"
The princess' face got red and
Her tears were descended
She run with that boy to her suite
The king ordered her to stop
He ordered the boy to be dismissed
She cried very ,very loud
She stayed at her room without getting out
Till her father entered at once
He saw the pale of her face
Her body became thin
He astonished and said
"what did make my groom sick?"
Smile ,smile to see my gift
Come to my suit to see my gift"
She thought that the witch was dismissed
And his famous justice was returned
She entered his suite in speed
With great smile that decorated
Her face to make her more smart
She called with a smile"
"What is the " her speech was interrupted
As she saw a strong guy and the witch stood
The king said "this is your groom!"
Is that good gift at your mind!"
She said with sad :
"Who is that?"
The king said"
He is the nephew of my love"
to be continued
the bad , leads to the worst. the good leads to the best
Disappearing into the milk
Silver goes for a swim
And a thunderous whirlpool
Was written for a poetry class and the prompt was to write a poem that is in the middle, the middle part of the poem. Give it no beginning or end. This is one of my personal favorites.
the latitudes of freedom are not hard to measure --
though they can be difficult to achieve.
there are limited means, and a day --
dashed by uncooperative weather, the wind
outside raging like some mythical beast --
blowing the snow sideways, piling the drifts.
and so the day unfolds in the usual way,
and the night -- the foreseen sleep interrupted,
as it has been for years, and the road ahead --
while invisible still -- promises more of the same.
what do you do
when shrapnel of mind
let loose on rabid breath
tears at flesh
bullets round and smooth
on pillars of norm
niceness blown apart
in stark light
harsh persistent truth
cloaks hastily drawn
screened vagaries of
etched faces bland
devoid of genuine strength
cast aside effigies
once lived interrupted
spent on pyre of fight
where skies are green
and grass grey
until there is
constructive responses welcome
because my values don't consent to your norm.
I'll make another version of this later
— The End —