a lone bluebird
glides across the prairie
flapping his vibrant wings
to survey his love
“Touch your lips with a magic kiss
And you’ll be a bluebird too,
And you’ll know what love can do”
will love bring you to me
my northern bluebird
if I walk about in the plains
leaving sparse scent trails
will you land on my shoulder
touch my lips with a magic kiss
and will I be a bluebird too,
and we’ll know what love can do
stock market
is a vision investment
with such
intimate insider knowledge
knowing the potential
of the talent
buying in
at your lowest point
nurture the environment
wait in patience
for
a wholesome harvest
stock market
is a nursery for fraud
with explicit understanding
of the subject
keeping a straight face
in the smoke screen
fanning
the flames of investments
while gladly
being an accomplice
Most of us think
insider trading
is outright illegal.
Yet we do it to people
every day.
How many times have you picked up
my suitcase from the airport carousel?
They are exactly the times we spent
our sweet honeymoons.
When they ended, we returned to our independent lives.
People comes and goes like a revolving door.
Not one distracts us from each other
for each journey ends
each planning for another honeymoon starts.
The circle of life manifests in our love
like children enjoy the merry-go-round.
The cold coffee is keeping me company
as I sit watching the waves rolling in.
I am tired of the long nights with
an empty spot accentuated by the cool moon light.
All the heartaches exhausted my fractured mind.
My eye sockets are hollow and brittle
disregard the flirtatious breeze.
I don’t know why I am so chained up
by the past like a submissive slave.
When the master has been long gone,
I keep the pain and torture to preserve
pleasure.
I have been through tubes of smudging mascaras.
Drought became my heart’s desire and daily companion.
My ailing body no longer withstands
the changeable seaside weather.
Fine sand finds its way into
the window of my emptiness.
I cannot tell is it a rock or a precious mineral.
The irritaion imitates the pain to give pleasure.
My eyes well up and my soul returns.
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
I
spill
longing
onto
your
chakras
blotches
drip
from
cool
violet
to
wine
red
your
royal
elegance
descends
to
hellish
lust
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
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!
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
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!
Flicker of Thoughts 