Category: Poetry and Prose

Trapped

he barely goes to the well
he knows spring ain’t flowing

there were times
hard times, soul searching times
he sat by the well
sobbing
telling her about the hard yakka
he poured into the farm
yet yielded no return
except rats

he gave thanks to her
for the insurance money
which kept it going
and kept him sane
not by her own will though
then
he cursed her for
the nightmares
she inflicted upon him

“I love you sweetheart.
You had been good to me.
The farm is my everything.
I sacrificed you.
Now I am bearing the pain and loss.
Would you let go of my torment,
depart from me my darling wife?”

Change

she is used to eating dinner alone
with Netflix on her laptop playing
she is not sure about
sharing a couch and dinner
interacting with each other

she is used to taking a bath
in the company of candle lights
and a glass of wine
she is not sure about
having another to
refill her glass
trim the candle wicks and
sit quietly to watch her
with desire simmering

change is a good thing
if there is
harmony in being together
and passion for one another

Why aren’t the roses growing

his neighbour always had a smile
hanging above her taut full lips
wearing yoga pants and platform shoes

she also had a cat always hungry
the feral creature preyed on his birds
with deprived and snarling face

he checked the cage everyday
OCD on its bars and lock
leaving no chance for the predator

to his dismay
he returned home to find an empty cage
with no sign of his two budgies
only
the feline was grooming uncaringly

…

he is looking out the window to the garden
wondering why his roses are’t growing
blood and bones are meant to be
excellent feed for roses

he was careful with the burial
to ensure gradual decomposition
and slow release

he cannot understand
why aren’t the roses growing
perhaps cats do indeed
have nine lives

Unusual case

a murder mystery
occured at three o’clock
nobody’s around at noon
only a mutt roaming the morgue

here laying horizontal
a koi once was coy

would it be the furry feline
who is licking its lilac coat
or the hunt alone heron
who is parading the pasture

the crime scene creates suspicion
blue-green algae blankets afloat
the floppy leaved floating lilies
consealing goldfish’s corpses

tainted water toxic pond
poisonous plant
inflicted the innocents
unusual mystery unravelled

Fitting

You know how I know you are for me?
When I see your face I am happy
not for the things we do together
or the time we spend together
for I love the me being with you!

Static

she listens to her clients
nine to five everyday
five days a week
forty-eight weeks a year
she loves it
because
it is rewarding
spiritually and financially

she hears
her husband’s complaints
her parents demanding attention
her child’s disobedient grumble

to her
they are just static
from the telephone
so she hanged up
and turned away
to pat her beloved kitty

Silk road

the mystical red scarf
fluttered from the east to the west

transcended history and art
religions and technology
medicines and plagues

she survived
the harsh sand storms
the blistering desert sun
she surpassed
the camel corpses
the night thieves

prevailed the long journey
she staked out in torn shreds
marked the history
in scarlet

Silk Road (album) – Kitaro

A Chinese Riddle

the long legged musicians
are
playing flute and guitar repertoire
while
parading into the honeymoon suite

高脚小儿郎
吹箫入洞房

Risks – by 9 yr old Ben

There are so many things to do in life
Some may be good and some may be bad
Like a roller coaster of ups and downs

There are also many risks
Like you saving a family member 
and the risk is that 
you might die from doing this

There are some risks you can take
and some you just can't 
So Risk can be good like 
saving a family member and living
Or bad like 
you save them and you die

Vanilla Sky

I am a fugitive for life
there is nowhere to hide
run from mundane 9 to 5
fly into the vanilla sky
“Open your eyes.
You’re going to be fine.”
everything rings lies
illusion cheats no time

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