"fluer" poems
My Baby just called.
Bummed that the
Plasma Bank turned her away.
Veins too damaged for a Give.
Her blood no longer worth $40.
♢
The Silence
The Long
The Empty
The Long
Moments that tell me she
doesn't have bus fair, because
she lost her job last week.
I paid Her rent. A safe room in
a good house that helps me
sleep at Night knowing she is
warm in this deep of Winter.
♢
Imbued with emotions,
I quiet...
My Center
My Heart
My Mama Pain
She tells me she was
near Home last night.
Wanted to see the Kitties.
Lay in her Bed.
That's all Mom, that's all...
♢
The locks have been changed.
She does not have a key.
Finally found a ride home
in the middle of the night as
I drank six hours of sleep.
♢
Heart of My *****
My Spirit.
Taken from Us
Taken from Me.
Taken from Herself.
♢
My Hurt
My Anger
My Disbelief
That something
stronger than Love
dictates her Desires.
She is only 19.
Copyright © 2015. Fluer de Luna.
All Rights Reserved.
~Christi Michaels~MoonFlower
~Fluer de Luna~
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
I was in a car accident in September.
I suffered a severe concussion.
Though my body is rattled and
bruised, I believe will heal fine.
I am getting extensive therapy
and treatment.
My brain on the other hand is having
a bit more difficulty pulling it together.
Words don't line up, thoughts are
confused jumbles of messy patterns
that don't make sense sometimes.
This is very scary to me.
As I write everything on my tablet
or my android phone, looking at the
screen hurts my eyes and my brain.
I am very sad as of late. Have been
crying (more than usual). Head
hurts all the time. Getting lost a lot,
like when I drive etc etc etc. Writing
backwards. Everything written,
looks like it is at a slant (yuck).
And I have developed a Very significant,
interesting stutter. Fascinating really...
All I want to do is sleep...
(which I have become very good at)
and to be held...
(just isn't in the mix right now).
I may try reposting some of my
old work at this time, until I'm better.
I will do my best to check in on the Dailies.
I need to stay away from reading and
commenting. : (( : (( : (( At least for now.
I am Sure, I Will Get Better!!!
☆●♡♢♡●☆
I need you all to know how much
I've come to Love and Appreciate my HP Family.
One of the best gifts I have given
Myself. Also, I am trying to join
Kalypso and Gang with Our collection
of Poems on Sound Cloud.
If I can ever figure it out
♡ Peace and Love ♡
▪○●☆♡♢♡☆●○▪
Christi~ MoonFlower~ Fluer de Luna
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
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her cough
is a song
her silence
is that of healing
i hope
i hope
she is here
near enough
for me to hear
the sighs
i welcome her sighs
her
tired bones
i send hugs
to the next room
blow sweet kisses
there will be
no acknowledgement
it matters not
her cough
is a song
to me
▪◇▪▪◇▪
Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
~Christi Michaels~MoonFlower~Fluer de Luna~
Today is my 58th Birthday!
Just now finding firm, resolute
footing here in this magical yet
ever changing world of ours.
As I take stock of my wealth of Blessings, Hello Poetry has been a heart changing event for me this last year.
You all have enriched my world. Accepted my words, my heart,
my hurts, my visions, in such a
kind and loving manner. My pen
pals around the world, we get to
share our inner thoughts, feelings in poetic form! Such a precious way to bond. How fantastic is that? You have touched me by sharing your hearts, your worlds. Please know Dear Poets how your support, inspiration and patient kindness has strength.
As I lay curled up in the soft nest of
my bed, I do what I do
every morning now,
awake with anticipaticipation of
words that have arrived as I
have slumbered, awaiting your
writes to enrich my Day...
I send you all ripples of Love.
Please take a moment and join
me in acknowledging how unique
and special you all are ...ThankYou
for my amazing journey on HP,
and the delight in knowing It shall continue!
I thank Mark Cleavenger for being
my poetry friend. Wolf for my
beautiful pen name Fluer de Luna
Most of all, thank you Elliot for providing a safe place in which to land.
Peace and Love
Christi Michaels MoonFlower~Fluer de Luna~
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
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Surround Sound.
Big Bass Boom in my heart,
Brings home.
Self evident,
this hollow space
still waiting for your Love.
Years upon years
our cavern deepens.
Rough cut by rivers of tears.
Torrents actually.
They change nothing,
to quell fears and aloneness
Oh, the loneliness
This vantage has grown old.
Void of intimacy or tenderness.
No craggy wall to latch onto.
Retreat not an option,
nor a reachable rock in sight
to secure a safe escape.
Time to wave arms high!
Burn the SOS fire,
bright to the sky!
Let out a mighty Scream!
Yet...
An empty echo
settles the truth.
Big Bass Boom in my Heart
▪▪☆▪☆▪▪
Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
There is space
between the moments.
No catch in my breath.
I harbor no fear this eve
of loved ones lost,
or unexpected anger.
The pups are content.
Tired from barking.
Fireworks, colors
blazed in the sky.
Bonfire set to coals,
to cool till morn.
I am calm tonight.
No quiver in my belly
anticipating a tremor.
A fresh breeze
finds me.
My thoughts
float on the cool dry air.
And so...
I am calm
and this is good.
Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
i watch you
rockin' and noddin'
my heart swoons
rockin' and noddin'
that's all your body can do
blood inside your sleeves
puke and **** on the floor
my mama heart
my mama heart
your precious heart
this mama heart
can't take no more
Copyright © 2017.
Christi Michaels.
MoonFlower Fluer de Luna
All Rights Reserved.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Kunne jeg bare formidle mine tanker der myldrer som myrer ned på papir så du kunne se mit rod og mine ord ville du måske elske mig. Jeg er bange for at miste alt og alle men især dig når klokken tikker mod morgenstunden og jeg ikke har lukket et øje. Tankerne sværmer som fluer på en alt for varm sommerdag mens jeg skøjter hen over billeder og snubler over dig. Mine tanker går med at tænke på dig men du tanker aldrig bilen så jeg lader dig går over isen i håb om at du falder over ordene jeg elsker dig.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Les longs rideaux de blanche mousseline
Que la lueur pâle de la veilleuse
Fait fluer comme une vague opaline
Dans l'ombre mollement mystérieuse,
Les grands rideaux du grand lit d'Adeline
Ont entendu, Claire, ta voix rieuse,
Ta douce voix argentine et câline
Qu'une autre voix enlace, furieuse.
« Aimons, aimons ! » disaient vos voix mêlées,
Claire, Adeline, adorables victimes
Du noble vœu de vos âmes sublimes.
Aimez, aimez ! ô chères Esseulées,
Puisqu'en ces jours de malheur, vous encore,
Le glorieux Stigmate vous décore.
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