All I could hear was knock knock
Anyone in there
Then blank mind block

The smell of smoke
The raging anger in the blood shot eyes
The ill feeling
Made me choke

It was all well and a happy day
I set down to pray
A beautiful shopping day

In my room I sat writing as usual
Out the window I saw something unusual
A masked man peeping in the other apartment
Without thinking I called out

Not long when I heard a shout
Perhaps the masked man caused harm
I ran to the phone but the line was dead
Foot steps raised an alarm

Slowly I moved into my room
Locked the door
And then I heard a loud boom
No escape from my room

The masked man jammed the door from outside
And here I was scared, locked inside
I screamed, shouted but no one heard
Smoke slowly filling the room

I moved to the corner of my room
I prayed, I prayed hard for rescue
But none could hear, only smoke just smoke
Hard to breath, room heating up

I felt it was my end
My heartbeat felt slower
My lungs gave up and I fell on the floor
Eyes blurred with tears, face grabbed all fears

Knock knock I could barely hear
Someone call
I was laying beside the back wall

After few hours I opened my eyes
Looked up to see the ceiling not the skys
I was alive
Saved by the fire fighters

Yes I could breath fresh air again
Out of the smoke filled room
That was almost my doom
I was glad that I was still sane

But I could feel the pain
In my head, in my chest, in my veins
The murderer successed in killing Mr.Rein
His escape was in vain

Laying here in the hospital bed
Trying to control my tears
As I faced with the most unusual fears
I still remember all, even its been years

©sim

Wouldn't it be crazy wonderful
To see in person some of
The most noted Wordsworth's
And personalities that
Hello Poetry has to offer?
August 15th would be good
Here in Clayhatchee Bamalama
In the south with nothing else to offer but the woods and cornstalks the peanut dust air.
It would be a festival. A face to face to finally meet the poets I admire and describe in my head by their words and their profile.
I'm about to start a gofundme page to make the wildest dreams come true. Imagine Eliot greeting you in person.
Its gonna be tie-dye only and sandals dress. (Weeds illegal here and the price high as hell, so bring your own)
Load up the vw van with all your poet friends.
Entrance fees waved to those
Bringing their own soap and toiletries. Oh, and beer....or ***....whisky....tequila.... Etc.

My muse can be thought of as a curse
for it comes at the most inopportune times
but she also plays nice
and brings me peace of mind

My muse pounces on me to write
Hit by the force of nature in nature
The sound of crashing waves guide my hand
Releasing words from my body

My muse is like a lover
She comes to me in dreams
She teases, pleases then leaves

Calliope my lover comes often
She's never satisfied
This temptress of the tablet

Just think we could feel
the warmth from the same sun
Hear the same whispers in the breeze
Wish upon the same fallen star
and look up to the same majestic trees

She connects all
No matter the place
Her sirens song on the wind for all
Under the same night light constellations
Wreathed in the fog under veiled trees scribbling

She is a giver
When allowed to live within us
She gives a whole new view
Bringing two poets together
Even though there are miles in between
She gives her heart and soul
and the drive for us to dream

Her gift is poetic eloquence
Stirring within two
Beautifully scribes new words
New places to explore
Distance means nothing to a muse
She bestows everything she has to her
chosen oracles*

By Melissa S and Palmer

Gorgeous is the woman
with storms in her eyes,
a bruised soul
and many scars
but still dares to open up,
to trust with her heart
and fall in love
that is a woman
who bleeds stardust
and cries
tears of pure love….