Undergised

This acrostic poem is written based on Lucy’s word prompt – undergised (under energised, lack of energy)

Unbutton my head to expose to the light where
Nimbus clouds of anguish once coiled inside
Days of spiritual warfare hollowed my appetite
Energy was sapped like a deflated balloon
Ringing in my ears was the Accuser’s lies
Gossip, slander, backbiting, backstabbing
Inundated by relentless constant assault
Sour memories poured out in putrid spews
End time was no longer a pure distant theory
Destruction came from the evil resided in my mind

Gaslighting

Hey, I want to talk with you about something.

Ok, am I in trouble?

No. Just something I am feeling and going through lately.

Alright. You want a hug or something?

I am ok for now. I feel you don’t show me you love me like you used to.

What do you mean? You are the most important person in my life.

I’ll give you some examples…(examples given)

What do you mean? You know I love you! That goes without saying.

It’s not what you said or not said. It’s your action, lack of action for a better word. I feel unloved. And I can’t work out why I know you love me but I don’t feel you love me. There’s this big descrepency.

What? You wanna be rid of me? It sounds like you are picking on me.

I want us to discuss and work through this because I love you and I want us to work out.

All I know is that you are finding fault with me. I love you. I just love you. I can’t believe that you question that.

I am not questioning. I am sharing with you how I feel. (It’s about me, not you.)

I am upset that you accused me of not acting like I love you. I think about you 24/7. Everything I do, I do for us, for our future. I can’t believe that you questioned me.

(sobbing inside)…I don’t know. That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to talk with you like adults without damaging our relationship.

There is not much to talk about. You either love me or not. I love you and that’s a fact.

I know you love me. But that’s not what I was confused about.

What are you confusing about then? I am not rich enough to send you flowers? I am not a successful man whom you are proud of? I am not a weak man who is afraid to stand up to you?

(Tears rolling down cheeks)…I don’t know. I don’t feel very well right now. I gotta go…

An Uninspired Poem

Today feels blah

Birds chirp
blah blah

People in the office
on the phone
blah blah blah

As usual
customers complain
blah blah blah blah

Needless to say
I don’t give a blah
blah blah
blah

Meh…

Patch of Grass

Who does grass
more justice than him

We all casually think
they are green

Under Vincent’s brush
they are fireworks
hidden in plain shells

In vibrant hues
and starbursts
we are awestruck
by his aesthetic launch

Monday Day off

Today is Monday
I squeez in a day off
to watch the tree
outside my window
swing and swagger along
the April sun
in her multi coloured
fringe mini skirt

She dazzles me with her
captivating performance
My morning sickle moon eyes
roused by her light
She is more energising
and invigorating
than my morning coffee
Yet much more hynotising

I slide back underneath
my comfy blanket
thinking of
dreaming more

Wedding Crasher

This piece is written inspired by Autumn’s arrival. I wrote Autumn as the bride, and I am the jealous wedding crasher.

The church bell rings
My heart skips a beat

The vision of you
in all your splendour
turns my blushing cheeks
into specks of dirt
beneath your feet
for flower girls to sit on
around the hem
of your bridal gown

I cannot bear the sight
of your groom
takes your hand
and the glow
reflected off of his eyes

I swear
I want to be the blizzard
to blow off your wedding
and kidnap you
into my avalanche
of love

#cassaquote – 35

Poetry
to me
is
psalms and proverbs

The Cat and The Rabbit

Her cautious and timid nature
finds it hard to cope with
his frequently frivolous, 
facetious and flippant comments

She is hesitant to retaliate
instead
she nervously hides her fear
acts out in a skittish way
especially at the dinner table
clumsy, she is the one to blame

Nap time is when she eases up
grazing in the kitchen all afternoon
while he lounges in the sun in deep sleep

Evening comes
He is full of energy again
and ready to pounce on her
There is no escape 
from dusk to dawn
Maybe 
that's how she gets her red eyes

Pomegranate Ring

I dreamt of the pomegranate ring
garnet seeds matted in bronze husk
passion blood dripping off a skull
full of ruby stars in a velvet sky

I whispered your long lost name
to the bottom of the ebony lake
distant sighs echoed in my head
crushed crimson pervaded my vision

Publication News – Heart Beats

I am so excited to be part of this heart warming anthology of poetry – Heart Beats, with my fellow bloggers Bart and Lisa. May the words give you joy and good vibes!

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Heart Beats Anthology of Poetry