Category: Hope

The Fire Within

The Fire Within

An electric shock
Caused my body to quiver
His touch had made me shiver

An Involuntary reaction
To this unplanned meeting
A coincidence worth repeating

The fire began to burn within me
Hoping it was in him too
I was feeling quite the shrew

Igniting each other’s flame
Was it the start of something special
Or could he turn out to be the devil

We won’t know unless we perform
The traditional mating dance
Oh please just let me have a chance

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

In Response to Victoria hosting tonight’s Prompt at DVerse Poets Pub – Fire

 

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Feast

Feast

Let me drink from your fountain
So it may quench my thirst
Allow me to feast at your table
Where we will talk in verse

May I dance in your moonlight
And amuse you in delight
Honor your majesty
Until I can you excite

Permit me to clothe you
In ribbons of gold
Crown you with a wreath of laurels
Your beauty to behold

Perhaps you’ll take me as your muse
So I may inspire your masterpiece
You will keep me with you
Until the our lifeblood does cease

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt:

Quench

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Enslaved

Enslaved

For one brief moment

I saw that glimmer of hope

That comes with every sunrise

 

Is this the day

when I will no longer

hear the words that chastise?

 

Will this be the day

Someone comes for me

To lead me from the darkness

 

So I can be free

from this prison

of cruelty and starkness

 

Perhaps today you will forget

to lock the door of this room

so I might escape

 

Being your sex slave

has taken it toll

I can take no more brutal rape

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

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Prompts:

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #21 – How will I know

and in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt (Below) Glimmer

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Patience

Patience

 

I know what I want

Saying it again and again

Never materializing

Always demoralizing

This is insane

 

In this life I’ve searched

For you in my dreams

I can visualize you

And feel you

Or so it seems

 

It’s as if I actually know you

We are already together

Understanding each well

Never having to say farewell

Bonded like birds of a feather

 

I think your thoughts

and you know my feelings

You are the Yang

I am the Yin

The harmony is revealing

 

Patience is a virtue

Until you find me I wait

Ready to receive

Knowingly I apperceive

The arrival of my soul mate

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #19 – What do you want

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My Side of You

My side of you

One day, just once
I want you to be
on my side of you

Maybe then you
would understand
and have a clue

What it is like
to hear what you say
and feel what you do

To shield the arrows
of words that
always ensue

You would stand
in my shoes
and perhaps get a sense

of how I feel
when you get a laugh
at my expense

To come down
from your castle
in the air

Be at my level
just for a moment
and begin to care

Perhaps then
you would see
what is precious

Something to treasure
and protect
and not contentious

One day, just once
I want you to be
on my side of you

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Perfect

Fandango’s word of the day Castle

OctPoWriMo Poem a Day #13 – If I were you

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Banjo

Banjo

It was early in the day
The market street was busy
An average sized crowd had gathered
He played sitting on a high stool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

The music was amazing
His talent evident
He looked thirteen years of age
Certainly nobody’s fool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

There was cash thrown into his case
His audience was enthralled
By the artistry he displayed
Mesmerized by his stringed tool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

His jeans were raggedy
Shoes worn and soiled
Hair unwashed and straggly
But still he was pretty cool
Banjo boy why are you not in school?

On closer look
There was sadness in his eyes
He looked a little malnourished
Under that sweater of wool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

Likely homeless or a peddler
Making money with his gift
Impressing all with his music
His situation seeming cruel
Banjo boy why are you not in school

His flair for performance
Was evident in his ease
The dirty street was his oasis
Convenient and free was the rule
Banjo boy why are you not in school

I stared at him through a prism
Seeing his potential multiplied
Wishing him the success he needed
To extricate himself from this cesspool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Average

Convenient

Oasis

Peddler

Prism

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The Voyage of Annie Moore

The Voyage of Annie Moore

She stood shivering in the night

Her siblings never far from sight

The fog was hanging thick in the air

As they stood waiting saying a silent prayer

Tonight the journey will be across the ocean

On the high seas a future, stirring emotion

A new country lured them away from gloom

A place of adventure with more than enough room

The possibilities she could no longer ignore

For these were the dreams of Annie Moore

This was the night she would bid farewell

to the old country, but feelings she could not quell

Just a seventeen-year old girl with young brothers at her side

Courage she would need to project and never hide

This Irish girl from a riparian village on the river Lee

Called County Cork her home but yearned to be free

Blessed with the gift of the fight

She would survive this journey in her own right

Fearless and free her future had called

Not thinking twice, her confidence unequalled

The voyage would be long and Christmas spent at sea

But soon to be reunited with her family

She did not need any holiday feast

Intent on battling the hunger beast

She counted four long years since her parents emigrated

Leaving a very young Annie and her little brothers truncated

After twelve erratic days at sea their incredible journey was complete

Their energy low and almost deplete

The arrival was memorable as they stepped onshore

The cheering crowd at Ellis Island did welcome Annie Moore

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Riparian

Feast

Erratic

Incredible

Annie Moore, from Ireland, departed what is now Cobh, in County Cork by steamship on December 20, 1891. She was the first immigrant processed through the new Immigration Building, Ellis Island, New York on January 1, 1892.  Twin statues like the one pictured here have been erected in Cobh and Ellis Island.

For more information on Annie Moore’s immigration CLICK HERE

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Searching

Searching

Truncated from my other half
Robbed of my powers
I search the world
For a lifetime
Looking for my twin
Calling from the highest towers

He is out there
I hear his voice calling
Driven to find
The missing piece
I push forward
Determination blinding

Every part of my being
Takes me to a milestone
Where are you?
If there is a soul mate
for everyone
Why am I wandering alone?

Christine Bolton

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Courage

Courage

Pull yourself back up
When knocked down
Keep smiling
Although your heart is breaking
Never wearing a frown

Hold back the tears
Never let them see you sweat
Choose your battles
Aware of what you can win
Always appear to be the threat

Get the attention
of those you fear most
Be a warrior
Don’t let them knock you
from pillar to post

Know when to concede
If your fervor can cause damage
There’s always tomorrow
Try again then
If it’s the best you can manage

Primal and ferocious
Is only half of the task
Courage and kindness
Is needed
Underneath that mask

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to D’verse Poets – Because, Because, Because

I chose the Cowardly Lion for my inspiration.

 

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Shoes

Today I have appreciation
For this life I live
Even when at times I am melancholy
There is still is so much to give

With suffering all around
It’s easy to turn the other way
Thankful for our own good fortune
Maybe we can help another day

Let me walk in your shoes
At least for today
I want to feel your anguish
Perhaps your pain I can defray

Kindness is a currency of gold
Costing nothing to share
Reaching out to the less fortunate
Relieving them of despair

Mirth is not only for the prosperous
Those suffering also need relief
Remember somewhere in your past
You too suffered with grief

Christine Bolton

Daily Prompts

Melancholy

Appreciation

Mirth

Gold

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