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Sylvie Wild Dec 2018
I wish,
I was a squirrel,
I'd make people hurl,
Get that girl,
I'd go the distance,
To find resistance,
I'd chitter and chatter,
Yell it's my planet too,
Control my own fate,
I'd muster up irons,
And fire those nuts,
Count up the squad,
Workout the Quads,
I'd be the biggest,
Baddest ***,
The other squirrels,
Would come churl,
At my fine witness,
My pretty fitness,
With giant fluff tale,
And nest fit for the stars,
I'd be a royal pain,
For my own gain,
I'd show them hows its done,
How things are meant to run,
A mental score,
The acres of treedom,
Scream out my freedom,
At home in the forest,
****** ******,
Bitter end,
Revenge on the mend,
The master of my own den,
I'm a nut,
I'm a squirrel,
I'm a tree,
I'm me,
Nature's finest,
Mother's creation,
Father's Love.
Sylvie Wild Dec 2018
Surmise, Surprise
Repress the memories
Those major moments
That make you human
Individual You
From your bag of tricks
The greatest plays are writ
Follow the sun
Smile at the moon
Pretend it's ok
To get through the day
Wear a mask
A clever disguise
Till you fool even yourself
At a game so twisted
In a world of woe
Seasoned so
Selected to know
We pull the wool over our eyes
Become willing to incorporate
Our many mistakes
Bitter heartbreaks
We hid in ditches and caves
Run from the spotlight
Write pretty ditty's
Mend and compromise
Our morals
Our compass
The aftermath passes us by
Yet we promise no lies
Live no surprise
No filthy surmise
Give birth
Then we die
Turn to earth
Without having once lived
The stone is blank
When we lay rest to our head
Souls have we
Pretend not to notice
Ignorance is bliss
It's too hard to admit
Without feeling
Hurt clearly seen
Is embraced by a sneer
We're all in danger here
If we don't kick into gear.
Sylvie Wild Dec 2018
Creativity has escaped me
Not a thought
nor sound is uttered
This gig has me upside down
I just wanna frown
Days are long
I'm drowning here
Among the rubble
of infamous moments
Then back I go again;to breakfast
A plain bowl of oats
A cold cup of joe
5 hours rest, at best
A sick newborn
O, Lord I pray
Just not today
Smile on me
Shed some light
Before I breakout
That awful fright
Life is full of delight
full of pain
Name it, before it maimes you
Always you'll be wondering
Has the score been settled?
Was victory won?
Kiss the trumpet goodbye
Say hello pig-sty
Why not join the worms?
Down in the dirt
They seem content
to enjoy the decay
They draw nigh in comfort
To dark oozing mud
It's there or the sky
A twisted tumult
on hurricane red alert
Don't be a fair weathered friend
for sure you'll get hurt
Your'e losing altitude
Yet picking up speed
Momentum is dropping
And you have your needs
Sky plummeting hell
Turning and churning
bound for the ground
Funny how the bird
dines on the worm
It's shelter is spurned
Yet deep, deep in the ground
The worm is found all safe and sound
Sheltered from the storms adamant thunder
Till the aftermath
The ***** fact
The rains dispersed
The sun has rose
Out comes the beak
And with a sharp tweet
The feathered fellow, has come to dine
on that earthly mind
Seems the bird has beaten the worm
But what is a trophy without a nest to return to?
The hurricane leaves
the trees all a mess
This hapless handful a homeless reck
No-where to return to
Nothing to do
A paragraph, a phrase
A bitter rage
Different seasons
Different emotions
Fight or flight
Dig a little deeper
Or, fly a whole lot higher
There's no winners, nor losers
Just different circumstance
Us, doing us
What we must
Remember in the end
To dust we'll return
To be eaten by worms
Which are then eaten by birds
A cycle called life
We must all circle through.
Sylvie Wild Dec 2018
Hello noise
Hello voice
Hello written
Hello choice
Hello vice
Hello might
Hello mint
Hello cello
Hello yellow
Hello find
Hello mind
Hello bite
Hello bruise
Hello nerd
Hello ****
Hello world
Hello heard
Hello hand
Hello match
Hello friend
Hello chance
Hello thunder
Hello melt
Hello riddance
Hello resistance
Hello stance
Hello flash
Hello mash
Hello mask
Hello fellow
Hello mellow
Hello bend
Hello mend
Hello Kitty
Good-bye man
Sylvie Wild Dec 2018
My space
Room 32
November 21
Call me WonderWoman
Meet my nurses Laurie, and Nikki
Dr. Jensen
Internal Medicine
My story
I grew up in a log cabin
Didn't have no medicine
Maine woods
Never really sick
Except for with ticks
The oldest of 5
We're all insane
Want fame and a name
Important to me
And then there we're 3
In my family
I love, my love
To travel, read, and write
Stay out of fights
Play the game called Life
My goals by the golden shoals
Write a poetry pose daily
Write a book then maybe
Travel the globe
And grow old with a hottie
Make me some latte
Don't forget my space, my story, my goals
It's important to me
To make lots of noise
Raise some joy
Question about my cares?
Don't I dare?
Where to start?
When to finish?
When can I go home?
Another night
Alone
Another needle
*****
No thank you
I just wanna hold my Nya
It breaks my heart
To be so far
Yet very near
So hold on dear
This too shall pass
When we get to go home
At last.
Sylvie Wild Nov 2018
That mischievous impish grin he's wearing,
makes you wanna stop and start A-staring.
He's got no demise by what he's wearing,
there's no surprise where he is going.

Purple stripes, a little tight
faded blue jeans baited me in.
The gait is right,
the face has might,
that *** is tight.

He's feeling the moves,
he's got the grooves.
Little lady's right,
She's gotta sit tight.

Come away awhile,
let's play for miles.
The star's are out,
start tonight.

Who am I kidding?
It's a fright,
his posture's just right.
So don't start a fight!

The movement betray's the purpose displayed,
with manners and sounds,
this man never frowns.
He thinks like a King, drinks gin with a ring.

Sound the alarm,
call off the throng,
I am here, no fear.
It's give or take at any rate.
Sylvie Wild Nov 2018
Beyond the rough exterior
A wall of pride and self:
Stubborn outlook on all of life.
Lies a little girl
Tucked up in a shell:
Bordered by a stone wall strong
Sits a torn heart
Ripped by hurt and sorrow:
Misunderstood and ignored
Wanting to be loved
Willing to risk it all:
Just to start again
She needs a Father's hand
A tide of love and mercy:
Covered by imaginary shelter
Under all that scorn
She is worn:
Lost and wandering all alone
Decided only thing stands
She is in the Master's plan:
Within His love she may abide
Unwilling to hide
The ground must be renewed:
Though the night is long the day is stronger still.
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