The stranger is no longer there
but now familiar brown eyes and soul to bare
He came back home a new man for me
So glad the stranger I no longer see

Now he doesn't want to take me down
but let's me be the queen I am and wear my crown

Now he brings light love and hope
and no longer uses alcohol to cope

No longer the liar I use to know
No longer the stranger with fear and woe

So glad the stranger is gone
now my husband is back with me at home
No longer is he a stranger to me
So glad the stranger I no longer see

tawny leaf-littered
autumn's cold chill
amber sun, filtered
one tree, one hill

smoky-water rains
water scented earth
heart-loss pains
worms unearth'd

bristled seeds drift
sunset winds, rest
fluff and dust admidst
a heaving chest

sun-warmth falter
cloud coats gold
body upon an altar
everything turns cold

Remember they're monsters

Not just in theory, but really

It's no longer about the evidence

(If it ever was...)

But a call to collusion

They want you silent

Unless you recite after them

So they can write papers

On pipe dreams

I've never written a limerick.
Thinking of it makes me sick.
Better a sonnet
or a woman upon it.
Maybe, I'll just play with my ****.

That year caterpillars ate
The Cabbages-

No soup but
A flighty crop

Of White-Winged
Butterflies

Dithering disgracefully a picture of lament,
Is Europe today in its squabbling dissent.
Since the fall of the Nazis, refusing to pay
Relying instead on the US of A.
Defenseless they've haggled, combined they've complained
Re defense obligations they've jointly abstained...
Relying on NATO's nuclear display....
Of a generous umbrella from the old USA.

Oh I give you some leeway, with finances thin
And unhappiness generated by squabbling within?
And of course there's the token of French "Force de Frappe"
Though it's seen better days and it's really now crap?
And the Pommies all boast of their maritime past
But in terms of its usefulness...it's now rated last?
The one shining light is the "JEF" in the North
Of a 10 nation Joint Expeditionary Force.

Russia lurks with implacable lust,
Saliva dripping from insatiable tusk,
Putin's cold eye on Poland, so near,
Building on Ukraine's dank, ravaged fear,
Well knowing that with Trumps foul play
And Europe, too late, and in stark disarray?
The time to pounce is, today, well on nigh....
God help us all if the ******, missiles fly?

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

What’s the purpose of it all
It’s only raining dust and grit.
The sky is weeping spatter
And the only sidewalk is
On the far side of the street.

They shined up Highway 95
But out front here is nothing
But deep breaches in the tarmac
And anything that doesn’t hurt
Me manages to itch.

All the good stuff is locked up
In upstairs rooms down endless halls
Where something has been splashed
Across the carpeting
And the door is always padlocked.

The book inside is second handed
And it’s marked up in random places
That don’t align with what
The index says should be there
And the Ex Libris page is missing.

The day is pecking at its shell
Of hopelessness and need
In hopes of gaining freedom.
The prayer wheel is no longer spinning
And the crimson candle has gone out.

There are reasons for it all
It’s written up in Sanskrit ink
And plastered on the backyard wall
That keeps it all inside or out
And I’m stuck in the middle.
ljm

The wagon rode, laden with dreams,
Of clear happiness and fairy love.
His path was hilly, full of trees.
But he rode brightly inspite of.

The wagon rode and galloped slowly
Without any troubles and fears.
The sun shined to him tenderly
And forest gave him pure cheers.

The wagon rode and breathed a peace.
He went so breezily and calm.
It seemed that nobody again,
Never and never do him harm.

The wagon rode on tiny rocks.
And now he have to started home.
His home is sunless and no cheers.
His home is gloomy catacomb.

Absence palpable as
An avocado stone-

Flesh delicious but
Roots are filling a
Far-off Jar-

White filaments lighting
Clear cool water