Category: Poetry and Prose

Lightning on the ocean

I draw the blinds open
watch children playing on the beach
their fingers digging into the sand
toes getting sun tanned
chuckles and giggles trolling toward me
like the unforgiving waves

I once was that carefree
when we built this love hut by the ocean
the handprints of Lily and Declan
still hung on this silent wall

My mind is cluttered with last night’s terror
as ants lost their scent trail
the drumming in my head lost its rhythm
to chimpanzees’ screaming
prewarn me the coming of the storm

I grab my ears trying to erect the noise
clomp clomp clomp
here comes the tormenting spirit
the lightening flashes are blinding
they are lunging on my head

Whipped me once
Lashed out ten fold
Cracked me a life time

I give in to the chimps
hooting and screaming
at least I know what they are

Devour

I
spill
longing
onto
your
chakras

blotches
drip
from
cool
violet
to
wine
red

your
royal
elegance
descends
to
hellish
lust

IV – Kiss Collection

Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning

Wanderlust

Thank you Luna for letting this piece into her poetry bar, this is where I started to be connected to the WordPress poetry community.

Hope you enjoy reading it!

via Wanderlust — Luna

 

 

Tulip

You greet me in the morning
in shyness hiding as a bud
waiting to bloom
with the first sun ray

I mesmerise your vulnerable beauty
with little patience
caress you with eager breaths
witnessing the full blossom

Perfection

He is
warm like the winter sun
displays affection in abundance

He is
grounded like the strong roots
carries the life source

He is
transparent with his feelings
exhibits vulnerability

He is
gifted with a wicked sense of humour
shines through a beautiful mind

He is
self aware in quiet confidence
respects others with upmost integrity

He is
undeniably
perfect!

Toys

There was no concept of toys in my childhood.
For fun,
I trapped cicadas and fireflies,
caught dragonflies and tadpoles,
grew silkworms and hatched eggs,
made kites and kaleidoscopes,
slid down banana trees and swam in streams.

I had a 14-key toy piano in middle childhood.
I played Auld Lang Syne and
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

The Barbie I had was in adolescence.
My father took a bicycle ride
with me on the back seat.
He saved 12 packs of smoke to
spend on a Barbie for me.
I was thirteen.

I made Barbie a studio apartment
with shoe box, handkerchief,
match boxes and play dough.
Two AAA batteries, an electric wire
and a light bulb in an old pill box
made Barbie her reading lamp.
I took pleasure in hand sewing
all Barbie’s dresses.
The favoirite gown was made from
cellophane lolly wrappers.

Wherever I go, I take these
wonderful memories and
treasures with me.

The power of words

Words, they either
build us up or cast us down.

The power they possess
penetrates deep within our spirit.

We sow kindness and truth.
We reap contentment and freedom.

We receive malice and lies.
We project hurt and hatred.

Words, they either
teach us perserverance or
give us excuse for destruction.

In a fallen world as such,
let my words be few if
my heart is wicked,
let me speak in pure intent
if my spirit is angelic.

Love in darkness

when darkness drapes off the sky
my love to you comes to life
the daylight silence
finally gives a voice to me
I sing odes to you
unleash in
whistle register
vocal fry
falsetto

you
my darling
sleep sweet
wake up beautiful
in the morning
greet me in honeydew smile
your sympathetic look
lingers throughout the day
my longing boils up
overflows into the dusk
my unrequited love
floods the night sky

Scarlet

She lured them in with
her scarlet lips and
velvet skin
poured flattering whispers
into their ears
exhaled candies to their nostrils
marked crimson on their chests

After each prey
she repainted the scarlet
in precision
let the toxin fragments
slowly poison her
so her soul struck
relief