Poetry ~ Three Kings

There were three kings who stole her heart
and left her broken in worlds apart.

The first king came at a youthful age 
and pulled her onto the lover’s stage.

The second king came to mend her heart
and offered her a brand new start.

The third king came from another time
and raptured her with words and rhyme.

And all she thought she knew of life
was torn from her heart with the
third king’s knife.

Now from her kingdom
her heart does rule, but
she no longer plays the
lover’s fool.

For in her kingdom
she is the Queen
and she hides her heart
where it can’t be seen.

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Poetry ~ I am not afraid

His mind is a dark nostalgic nest
of thoughts and images that will not rest
a shattered narrative he can’t express

Frantically he searches his muddled mind
but his memory reaper’s working overtime
plucking thoughts from his memory vine

But what of the scrapbook in his head
he sees it there but it can’t be read
the memory’s worn like a tattered thread

His mind grows quiet with each passing day
as one by one, his memories fade
softly he whispers, “I am not afraid.”

Poetry ~ The Slow Drip

Drip, drip, drip, came your words
hurled forward in time to disturb 
you left us all those months ago
but preloaded your words to explode
shattering the senses of those left behind
who no longer wondered what had been on your mind
clever, witty and riddled with rhyme
your words haunted and taunted well past your time
And your last post, so reassuring, “don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

Poetry ~ Silence Never Lies

“Remember me?” his letter began. 

“Of course,” I responded pen in hand.
“Where have you been? You sent no word.”

“In another land. I thought you’d heard.”

“No, only silence, loud and clear. “

“Sorry, my darling, but now I’m here.”

“No! I don’t need a lover who runs and hides. Your silence was my answer and silence never lies.”

Poetry ~ Winter

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In this land of winter,
     stillness calls my name
     and with each fallen snowflake
     autumn’s forest is reclaimed.
In this time of winter,
     the darkness reaches deep
     and draws light from the night 
     as woodland creatures sleep.
In this time of winter,
     in my cabin by the stream,
     I rest my weary body
     and allow my heart to dream.
In this time of winter,
     my eyes grow grey and dim
     and I foresee the coming
     of this life that’s soon to end.
Yet, in this time of winter,
     I am reminded of ‘the way‘ 
     that just as nature falls asleep
     she shall awaken one spring day.

Poetry ~ Incomplete

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her words
fall in shambles
in various shades
of incomplete
falling from the ether
cluttering her sheets
pressed in secret places
where no light can penetrate
embracing the darkness
each word must bear its weight
she wrings them through her rhymer
and measures their metered feet
then rips her words to pieces
and declares them incomplete

Poetry ~ Seriously?

Seriously
Why are you so serious, 
so stuffy and aloof?
Slip off your tie
and stay a while
and let’s debate the truth. 

I agree life is important 
and somethings matter more,
but nothing rises much above 
the people I adore. 

And you, my love, are highest 
on my list of most desired
So, let’s settle down 
and play around –
your participation is required!