My pond
Subtle noise.
I try to poise my thoughts.
Friday 21st June 2013 8:15 pm
The curse of optimism
Thursday 20th June 2013 7:45 pm
I am
Thursday 20th June 2013 5:12 pm
Death of a Thistle (part2)
As the sun subsides.
The cold wind rides the waves, across the sea.
Starved of light she fights to survive.
The harsh pains of overwhelming rains, and frosty dawns.
Winter scorns her.
She withers to stem, as her petals fall to soils too hard to nourish or flourish from.
Long gone are summer showers.
The warm rays of empowering long days.
She recalls when she would dance, in...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 8:00 pm
Birth of a Rose (part1)
God plucks only a few for the vase of history,
from his garden of flowers and trees,
all different in petals and leaves.
She blossoms.
And everyone knows this flower grows better, the wetter the tears of human nature make the ground around her.
She catches the sun.
To rise from the earth.
Wednesday 13th July 2011 9:11 pm
Life's Rain
What's life minus soul?
Soaking up rain.
Still, dry to the core.
Bathing in sound.
Caught in encompassing silence.
Droplets on my cheek.
The thirst of drought within subsides.
Waves of joy and laughter deafen me, and I am showered with hope.
Showered in life's rain.
Tuesday 5th July 2011 8:55 pm
Waiting room
This waiting room like life.
Slow but never sure.
What are we waiting for?
Why are we hanging around?
And what is that sound?
Only solemn faces, in these types of places.
Dispare on display.
I want to look away.
But I stare in wonder,
As I ponder life from this waiting room.
Tuesday 5th July 2011 8:50 pm
Rhymes
I write in rhymes,
to make hard times seem easier defined,
as a chorus of growth and empowerment.
Thoughts become relevant,
in opposition to benevolent ways.
Far behind me are my self-destructive days,
that phase.
Our existence is melodic.
A gift.
Still upon it,
we place expectations and material needs,
all this feeds society's greed.
Rhythm i...
Thursday 23rd June 2011 10:40 pm
To start to end
If all good things end, why start?
An endless search for satisfaction.
A cruel joke.
A treadmill of experience.
To start is to learn.
To grow.
The journey or the destination.
Which holds worth?
What I know, outweighed by what I don't know,
Wednesday 22nd June 2011 5:18 pm
Scars
A body with character.
A wise woman would say.
OUR NAKED TRUTHS.
Hips to thighs,
stretch marks to wrinkled eyes.
Hide.
We say we don’t, but we do.
Hide.
I won't.
MY NAKED TRUTH.
I have grown.
You see, the thing I’d never known,
before this time,
is that I’m fine in this body that’s mine.
We will judge ourselves far more than o...
Wednesday 22nd June 2011 5:15 pm
Just us
You fear change.
I fear fate.
Ever variable,
time and space,
emotion and place.
The reciprocation of love.
Elevation.
But rejection.
Fear spreads like an infection.
Insecurity insets.
Like insects breeding within.
I begin to wonder.
What do I acquire to quench desire?
How to be?
What to say or do to be,
who I am to me
being who I am...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:48 pm
Born to greatness.
Lost for words.
I try to compose.
Like the greats before me,
an ode of purpose.
Will they ever be alongside me, or me alongside them?
Striving to create positive terms as these beats and words churn within me like butter.
Viscous.
Velvety.
The only thing to do with this dairy delight is to spread it,
upon the bread of female stance.
See, at a glance,
...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:34 pm
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