Dancing round and round The full moon bellows bright Dreams merge with reality minds eye ready just hold tight Prancing over mushroom tops
By BBabout a year ago in Poets
I can feel the tired mud between my toes It’s not my first encounter with this dream A wet cold earth filled with determination
A silent tear shed Deep swift powerful my sea Tide gone peace for me
Darn fangled contraptions So many distractions Of doing what needs to be done I’d rather be on hands and knees tidy, mop and scrub and Scorn
By BB2 years ago in Poets
I’ll always be a level one Unworthy undeserving Never reaching something better No privileges no second serving No time for simple happiness
My hands had gripped the counter The condensation soaked the walls My heartbeat pounding in my ears No noise to hear, no calls
What is it in a title A label’s all it is A name to state To identify To address what makes us irate To break code silence
People treat you how you feel At least that’s what they say You can attract each good or bad Why they’ll treat you a certain way
Adapt is what they call it The crap pile they would say Just lay right there The position beware Of consequences If you dare not obey
No matter the world Or the battles within Our love is the anchor Keep swimming we’ll win Your sweet silent look I can feel when I’m blind
It’s kind of like a sheet A quilt or so, if you say. My words too shallow so mean and sharp I end up just feeling so hollow
I have to try and make this light My words have been so heavy Like water breaching on a ridge Of a damn an island or levy