Tag Archives: words

Just As Is…

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I write them as they come to me
Without the sensation of great rhyme and rhythm

They come raw…
Begging to be written
… Just as is

Without form or fillers
They come and
They ask to be written
Most days they command my attention
And I adhere (I am a chump for words, I must confess)
But fancy words is not my strength
I cannot think deep enough
It only hurts my head
And like you, there are already enough bills to pay
Words must not add to the ache of my brain

They come raw…
Words begging to be written
Just as they are
Expressing what my innermost being
Must somehow feeling

12/5/2013
©Boomiebol2013

Hope Gone, Words Lost

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Blood is said to be thicker than water
But not in this instant
NO
Not in this moment of dark shadows
In this moment each fallen tear marks stains
Stains deeper than blood from crimson red fingers pen stabbed sore
Words however small would not come
Thoughts however hazy will not form
Family and blood ties offer no motivation
Words would not come
A most unusual muse offers no comfort…
Vodka and tonic are like water in the shadow of two nights
Fingers shake and cry blood
Shot glasses stack high in cigarette butt
Eyes red with unshed tears as the first cock crows
Clarity unfound in the last drop…

To Have The Heart Of A Child

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To have the heart of a child
In the times of drought and hurt
Gratitude welling up from (their)mighty hearts
Smiles of content and blessed joy
With each day that slowly passes by
Wide eyed mystification at the now pouring rain
Delight at its rainbow ending

To have the heart of a child
In the times of loss and ache
Innocence in bright bold eyes
Brave hope in every stride
Love calming every doubt

To have the heart of a child
In times of love and hate
To have the heart of a child
At all times

Cooking

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A mountain they seemed
Piled way up to the top
Different types of meat
Vegetables and fish
5 hours after noon they all were done

Me in the midst of my favorite room
Surrounded by utensils and sweet smells
Burning flames bright and blue
Under stainless steels and Dutch pots
Chicken wings clothed with spinach Floating free in juicy ripe red bell peppers

4 stews, brown rice, and fish steeped in soup later
A week in meals was done

Inability To Think, Inability To Write

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In absolute darkness I sit
Awaiting your caress
Silent prayers whispered
That mundane thoughts soon will turn to words
Fatigue clouding my cognitive
Obscurity still stealing the show

BB (Bale Cafe)

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I will like to go to a café with you
On a mid-Wednesday morning like this
Sip on hot cocoa creamy smooth and brown as you
Nibble sweetly at bits of marble coffee cakes
Strawberry glaze staining my happy lips pink

 

*I was in the city on Sunday, and saw the name of a cute cafe, Bale Cafe, and this poem was born :)*

A Saturday Night

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Buttered toast and honey oats
Fingers crossed with cuddled toes
Warming fires snuggling close
Lovely night with unburdened clothes

Hello MAY!!!

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I am new…

New in your august array
Dawn spreading joy quietly over me
A blanket of warmth peace and love

Birds chirping to my heart’s delight
A brand new day a brand new month
And lo & behold
What do you know…

A brand new me :)

*Happy new month friends, may it be a great one :). God bless*