The winter forest…a poem

the forest
is wearing its
white winter coat
the sounds
are of creaking
branches
and sometimes
howling wind
now and then
a bird will
make itself known
but the fairies
are no longer
dancing in the moonlight
or planting magical herbs
and flowers
the bitter cold
makes a noise
all its own
like tinkling glass
as if the air itself
is cracking
and falling to pieces
but sleeping hearts
are beating
under the soil
and soon
it will be time
for a spring
awakening

 

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Battered and broken…a poen

anything
can be broken
that’s the kind of place
this is
some things can be
fixed
repaired
patched up
or put back together
other things
remain off kilter
torn apart
cracked
and
destroyed
forever
the most important
of those things
impossible to fix
is trust
so be very careful
if you have it
once lost
you can never
truly get it back

 

 

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A short poem about voice…

it doesn’t matter
how well you sing
it only matters
that you do

 

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Time, Life and a poem…

we look at the clock
but we don’t know whether
it’s morning or night
the clock is only able
to give us so much information
without the rest
we have no idea of the
when
life’s a lot like that
we rarely have all the information
we need
to know
what’s actually going on
we just act
as if we do
because
we rarely have
any other choice

 

 

Photo: Iblrahima Toure
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Chains…a poem.

sometimes
the chains people forge
to imprison themselves
are almost impossible
to break

 

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She…a poem

She walked out of the night
inked
red hair swinging
blue mask shining
it’s all chaos
she said
but we can 
dance
until
the
end

 

 

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All cats have magic inside of them…it’s what they are…a poem.

I love my little kitty
she’s black and oh so white
she lets me pet and play with her
each day
and every night
her eyes shine just like jewels
her face
a work of art
but more than all her beauty
is the love
within her heart

 

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Misty morning…a poem

do the trees sleep in
on mornings like this
drowsing in the mist
enjoying the dewy air
do they snuggle
and pull their branches closer
do they love the silence
that surrounds them
or do they spend their time
dreaming
longing for the sun

Hungry Trees…a poem

there’s is a place called
HUNGRY TREES
it’s a place like no other
it’s beautiful there
the trees are huge
happy and healthy
the reason
of course
is because
each night
they dine
on stars

 

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Neon…a poem

ready or not
life comes straight at you
it simply shows up
you may not like what it gives you
but life doesn’t care
you get what you get
good or bad
ready
or
not

 

 

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