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Day: May 9, 2020
Pole Dancer
wrapped her frustration
in the prettiest attire
glistening like a crystal
she became the fire
stepped inside the bar
soaring high in heels
leaving behind the tears
alive is what she wants to feel
yearning for freedom
petrified in taxing pain
the overflowing wine
left a non washable stain
emptying the glass contents
discarding the tasteless wine
let the excitement begin
earning for survival is prime
money the important hurdle
she crossed, dancing on poles
fulfilled all her dreams
dared not dominated by any soul
pondering over the right or wrong?
every human being is a mess
money is what rules us all
she wanted to be the Empress
@ Kritika
A Poets Purpose
Is it a poet’s purpose to please?
To set a readers mind at ease?
To evoke emotions that move to tears?
To tap into a souls deepest fears?
To educate and impart food for thought?
To tell the stories of the broken and distraught?
To seduce and stirr up one’s desire?
To entertain and never tire?
A poets purpose lives in the day.
Always something new to say.
Feelings of epic highs and lows.
A poet is free to compose,
leading hearts with stroke of pen.
Praise to the poet, a humble heart sends.
🐺⚔️We Are Legion – To My Brothers and Sisters ⚔️🐺
Bah, Bah Bad Sheep
Bah, bah bad sheep
seems you broke the rule!
One rule for other folk
a different one for you.
A rule for the master,
a rule for the dame,
another for the little man
who lives down the lane.
Rules are made for bending
use your common sense
but if ‘‘twas you
that made the rule
it’s best the rule is kept.
Bah, Bah Bad Sheep
You should keep the rules
What you ask of other folk
You should do too.
On this bench
come and join me now ~ in the musings of my mind ~ for a little while —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
memories of memory ~
whatever was
so misconstrued
how was I to ever
hang my heart on magic –
endear my trust to lies
whatever loss
might I confess
to moments
so enduring –
as those who came
who left without goodbye
should history
remember me
to something less
romantic –
a purple bruise
beneath a jaded sky
scripted as
a sleepless night –
burdened by my longing
with memories
of memory –
and ne’er a tear
to cry
. . .
Everything In Between
“And my love, you have all of me.”
Between my every heartbeat,
you are there.
Not just during the beats —
the happy moments.
But all the moments.
The silences, the distances.
The sighs and breaths.
The teardrops and smiles.
All of it. You are a constant presence,
like the breeze rustling
through the trees
or the cool blue moon
in the sky at night.
You are within me.
And always on my mind.
Down to every cell, I feel you.
And my love, you have all of me.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
You have me forever.
One Thing
Rory, over at A Guy Called Bloke saw a quote that I posted and shared the lovely quote below with me. I loved it so much I wanted to be sure to share it with you!
“I think a man only needs one thing in life. He just needs someone to love. If you can’t give him that, then give him something to hope for. And if you can’t give him that, just give him something to do.”
Scott Michael Campbell – James Liddle
Lacrymosa
“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”
― Kahlil Gibran
You are weighed down
by the burden of your words
it’s bringing you down
it’s leaving a scar on your souls
an indelible mark
a horseshoe,
a tattoo
etched deeply in your
deep abyss
where you soul resides
can you feel the weight
of your words
Those incessant tears
falling from your face
and leaving those
dry trails
for the pain to follow in lockstep
their unholy union
you detest every day
live in the denial
those little droplets
carrying the eternity of pain
screaming the inundate tails of sorrow
angst and fear
in their tiny globules
redefines the shape
of your identity
and leaves you weeping alone
again and again.
Those tears, my love,
reshapes you again and again.
Photo by Sydney Sims on Unsplash
The Reluctant Poet 