Poetry Blog by Mae Foreman
Mae Foreman on Dream (meant mostly for the delusional or the happy) (10 days ago)
Hold on with the claws of your heart
The fight has yet to be fought
The war has yet to start
Nobody asked us if we'd like to enlist!
But the knaves still seek to be bought
Paint with the colors of your eyes
A battle-field of charcoal and aquamarine
Search for mine within the crowds of your allies
Remember! It's on the prices of the stakes that you ...
Thursday 21st February 2019 9:31 pm
This is for all the days
that you wake up feeling lesser.
This is for all the ways
that the order of the world has forced you to say "Yes, sir."
and feign a smile and take a bow.
For every time you have to clench your teeth
swallow your pride, crease your brow
this is the only thing I can leave you with.
For all the dull afternoons
and for all the lonesome nights.
Tuesday 19th February 2019 2:32 pm
If there is ever held a trial in a court of justice
To punish the one who stabbed humanity in the eye,
don't go looking for any monster of extraordinary malice.
Look my way, for the hideous wrongdoer is I.
Rip the clothes off my back and kick me down
Spit in my eye and then hand me the flog,
Because I alone deserve to wear the crown
of the cowardly, hypocritical, whimpe...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:33 pm
GR (In the South)
In the realm of vineyards and olive trees
In the citadel of hot humid nights
We wasted away dancing in the breeze
Counting pointlessly the stellar lights.
The foliage urged us in clandestine meetings
we leaned back and let go of our innocence.
Between childish scribblings and philosophic readings,
entranced by the fragrant...
Saturday 9th February 2019 1:45 pm