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How She Sees
Light…
what a beautiful light.
If only to touch for a moment
as day turns to night.
And how…
how I wish it could it be,
we all could see through eyes of children
so innocently.
Oh, see how she glows
from her head to her toes
as the light gleams from her face.
Will we change how she sees,
or change so we see things her way?
Will we change how she sees,
o...
Sunday 10th March 2024 4:11 pm
A Bird Now Gone
No bird remains to sing his song.
so silence pounds the whole day long.
In beat with memory of the day
I clapped to make him go away.
The fault, it clearly lies with me
the bird was what the bird should be.
Now I live knowing I was wrong…
to want to silence any song.
Thursday 29th February 2024 7:13 pm
That Day In June
I sat today midst the happy smiles
of a children’s song, and for just a while
I was happy too, for what else should come
from a happy day and a happy song.
But, it came again just like every June,
when I feel the pain of an open wound
that on every other day I keep
hidden far from view, buried oh so deep.
But I guess that’s why they made the day,
so that folks ...
Sunday 25th February 2024 8:01 pm
NOLA
Graceful white shoulder to lean on is she
Blossoming beauty from seedling to tree
Structured so compact
So light on her feet
Ahead of her time
Soft voice oh so sweet
Four letter name quite rare in the city
Nola a diamond outstanding and pretty
A change in emotions or mood she detects
She will question your motives to make you reflect
Meet her you'll say she's like no one you've ...
Friday 8th December 2023 12:00 pm
Low Winter Son
I kick away the leaves
uncover the carved stones
And reading your names again
I let those feelings flood in
The two of you rest together
laid deep beneath the earth
There’s a tree that grows above you
and here’s me, treading my own winter
Life was in wealth, awhile
but I’ve been chasing that warmth
for three decades now
I’m tired and my body aches
There will be fireworks tonight
...
Thursday 23rd November 2023 3:23 pm
immature in elementary
i'm choosing to forget the stick and poke image,
of myself in my head.
my likeness is one i want to be liked.
the stick and poke is immature and elementary.
think your high school aquaintance,
who always wanted a tattoo.
but 15 was still too young.
so they mutilated the innocent skin of their thighs.
the mutliated image of my body, my face, my ugly wretched soul
b...
Thursday 2nd June 2022 3:42 pm
Age 3
Age 3
Think of the child age 3 what she will do when she’s older
Who will be annoy who will she love where will she work
What will her mum think of her the bosses in work
Not to mention family members who’re older
Know so much more and those rival friends
Who name call pull hair bite scratch bully
The gal can learn karate to grow in and out
Becoming a black belt teacher an...
Saturday 28th May 2022 9:10 pm
Being a parent
Jump in puddles and make a mess
This life is to be lived at its best
Play in the sunshine and dance in the rain
Share in the joy and guide them through pain
We teach them to listen, we teach them to talk
We carry and hold them and teach them to walk
For all the manners we teach them use
We must remember to use them too
We must stop and listen and see through their eyes
...Wednesday 23rd March 2022 11:13 pm
Small moments
With one small hand wrapped round my thumb
You gave me a vision of what was to come.
A memory I will hold forever
The smallest grip, but I will remember.
I'd stare at you all day long
In my eyes you could do no wrong.
You would sleep and wriggle on my chest
Out of everything I could do, this was the best.
In no time at all you'd stolen our hearts
And ...
Tuesday 22nd March 2022 12:47 pm
The Sailor
an old man upstairs has fits of coughing
women make his bed creak fit to bust
he's some sort of evangelical preacher
an expert on the perils of human lust
bones in bright sunshine or pouring rain
pressed down by limbs that rarely speak
contorted versions of my wide-open legs
I could make his bed wake up and creak
do my vows still apply after these years?
did I ...
Tuesday 22nd June 2021 10:08 am
6th Month Wali Feeling
Na jaana maine wo ehsaas jab tak na aya tha tu
Na jaani maine wo khushi jab tak na paayi thi teri rooh
Kuch pal the dard ke lekin sehne me tha ek sukoon
Tere aane ke ehsaas ne badhai tujhse roobaroo hone ki justjoo
Aane se tere aai mujhme ek nayi zindagi
Kya khwaab hai ye ya sach me tu hai is rooh me kahin
Hazaaro darr hai is dil me or sawaal bhi
Magar maloom hai mujhe bas hai jawaab har ...
Monday 17th May 2021 12:24 pm
Black Cupboard
it makes me sweat even now
such sheer terror left its mark
there's nothing worse than a
child imprisoned in the dark
she'd blame me for being bad
I'd struggle but to little avail,
hoisted in the black cupboard
dusty, warm, beyond the pale
bent in two and scared of mice
heard her laughter downstairs
something tickling my shoulder
the silk touch of spider's...
Tuesday 16th March 2021 10:25 am
To Breathe (Is To Burn)
There is so much more to this.
The music does not make song
but the foetal space
amongst famous walls
filled with such au fait grief
and there a beast floats
to see the fear fleeting
on their new found face
in some unfailing destiny,
there she silently screams,
a flame away
God so violently benign
in his passive spirit-
He forges her-
to breath truly ...
Saturday 31st October 2020 1:44 pm
A Mother's Love
As we are born unto her
It is her fire that keeps us warm and safe
It is she who sacrifices all.
As we grow unto her
It is she we keep close too
It is she who sacrifices all
As we grow from her
She is never far from us
For she is our heart and our soul
A mother's love is a blessing to her child
As The Lord intended
Friday 2nd October 2020 8:55 pm
My Child
My Child - Poem by Marie
My child
born disabled and deaf
Yet loved by your every breath
My child
Blue eyes perfect face and hands
No one else understands
My child
Born imperfect into a perfect world
Rosy cheeks brown hair all curled
My child
I cry for you gods creation
Born into this situation
My Child
Limbs disabled you'll never walk
You will make noises bu...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:03 pm
Dear Ezra Bebot,
The first time I saw you, your mouth held no words.
I would take you out and watch you marvel at the birds.
Your awkward waddle would bring me smiles.
There was peace in my life holding you as we walked for miles.
The screaming, the crying, the testing,
The laughing, the hugging, the learning.
As I helped you grow, and loved every moment.
Even the ones that involved your excrement.
Saturday 13th April 2019 9:19 pm
My
I see the opening of your mind's eye,
glittering like a starry sky.
Asking yourself, how high?
The iron will that says, I try.
Go my darling, you'll fly.
Full of joy, I cry.
The apple of your father's eye.
Wednesday 10th October 2018 11:16 pm
Jessica
She only hears the rooster's call
In the morning and peeks deeply
At the sun's beams through the window
The way she reads a talking mouth.
She's twenty-two but thinks like twelve
Keeping fairytales in her nook
How a sixth grader reads a book.
Old papers hide in her basket
With her touch becomes piece of art
As she tears and folds the pages
Forming flowers, vases and doves.
She has c...
Monday 30th April 2018 3:13 am
HATE HEALS
Surprises come everyday
some small
some large
Then there was you
---
I tripped
and dropped
you on your head
I tried to pick you up
but didn't know how
---
To this day you hate me
To this day I let you
---
Because I am old
and wiser
I realize
Sometimes hate heals
---
You need it to make
your world right
---
So I sit here tonight
...Monday 16th January 2017 4:25 am
My Dad
As a child
I thought
the sun rose
and sat because
of my Dad.
As a teenager
I thought my
Dad was one
of the bumbest
people on earth.
Now that I
am over the
age of Fifty
I think the
older I get
the smarter
my Dad was.
The Circle
of life.
Saturday 13th September 2014 3:53 am
Eyrie Avenue
Eyrie Avenue
After the chicks had flown the nest
she sat in stony silence –
rocking back and forth in an upright chair.
The hair on her head pulled tight into a cowl
that accentuated her horny skull.
A sharp, beak nose and dull, see all eyes
that fluttered from pillar to post –
Until –
The ball came over the wall –
Then –
Fingers cur...
Sunday 12th May 2013 6:31 pm
Forget Me Not
Forget Me Not
“Be grateful for the light”,
my mum would say.
I remember that
as if it were only yesterday.
“Because, without it
the dark will never go away
and what’s hidden in it
will be inclined to stay”.
I had a son -
but I forget his name.
Yesterday,
someone like him came
to visit me -
but he was not the same,
because m...
Monday 25th March 2013 4:41 pm
Help me - help me please
The old lady shouted "Help me, please help me"
Sitting in her chair she was
wrapped in multicoloured shawl
refusing to elaborate
She couldn't see and couldn't hear
Refused to have her hearing help
Continued shouting "Help me help me"
"Won't somebody help me please"
Yet every time I tried to help her
Shouts vociferous and rude
Decrying all that...
Sunday 16th December 2012 1:49 am
Of your tree
Sunday 1st July 2012 6:28 am
Starved to Death, for Jovonie
If only I had known
what was happening,
If only I had known
where you lived.
If only I had known,
I would have gone
into your home.
I would have
taken you out.
If only I had known,
I would have taken
you into my home.
I would have fed you.
If ...
Tuesday 10th January 2012 7:58 pm
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