She doesn’t want to be seen
covering herself
with piercings
and dark eyeliner
He sees her quiet wit
That’s how
a blind man
falls in love
Stop Revive Survive
No doesn’t always mean
I Don’t want to
It means
I can’t right now
Timing is everything
It’s ok to say no
The world shouldn’t
panalise you
just because
you put yourself first
instead of being the giver
keeps on giving
without reservation
It’s ok to say no
Self preservation gives space
to restore, rejuvenate
and be a more cheerful giver
Love one another
Self love comes first
for the benefit of
loving others
Queen of The Night
The overwhelming sillage
is a reminder
of your presence
like the queen of the night
in the garden
keep blooming
in my dreams
I bury my nose
in the musky pillow
the base note
of your perfume
Memory is such a
torturous ghost
I can’t wait for
the light to wilt
all these illusions
into scentless buds
Before Sunrise
I watch these two
before Sunrise
Knowing my father
values my son’s company
more than the glorious sun
He is an old man
seen many sunrises
My son
for the first time
experiences the magnificence
of a new day
with his favourite person
I love watching sunrise
But my eyes
cannot move pass
the love between them
They are worth
missing the sunrise for
Happy Birthday
Happy birthday
The world is a better place
because you are in it
Blow candles
wish a future without worries
Cut cakes
into seven slicers
like the footprints of your books
Happy many birthdays
You’ll see your children grow up
and experience the joy of your grandchildren
I’ll always think of you
on your birthday
you once lit up my world
The night sky is glorious
because of you
Soldier on
Living Poetry prompt writing – Waste Land
The city is stirred to uncertainty
among concrete slabs
and slate stones
Gray is the mood
mixing with false Hope
of a human Messiah
clothed in eloquent speech
and charisma
Change births no life
autumn leaves bring on doom
Yet, we are still hopeful
knowing the joy of spring
The vision of new life
and growth
gives us the strength
to plough through the wasteland
Mossward (Greensward)
Spring is contagious
breaking out in mossward
Shyness
in seclusion
hesitate to bloom
Blessings in Disguise
I used to hate exercising in the gym
totally intimidated by all the toned and beautiful figures
Nowadays I don’t mind at all
with my eyesight getting worse
I don’t feel at all intimidated by blobs of blur
Blue Moon
Blue Moon was written in response to Jeff’s poem Orange Sky which was included in his poetry collection Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.
Orange Sky by Jeff Flesch
orange is the color of the sky
and the image I find you in the night
dancing before my mind
althought I’m tired and weary
still I find in you delight
considering all the things you’ve done
like showing me how to become a man
while learning to let go of all my shame – complacency
drops instead
letting love burn through the atmosphere inside my heart and head
Blue Moon by Cassa Bassa
tonight the moon is blue
hung high over the ocean tide
murmuring love tunes
to stir up the calm water
within me
this blue flame
licking my already burning skin
reminds me of the orange sky
we lay under
the texture of your shyness
the layers of my wanting
peeling off the first blooms
of our love
and eternal desire
Flicker of Thoughts 