Category: Life

Gnarly

Like a belligerent badger

Or a dog with a bone

Angry at the world

You build your wall of stone

Standing at the back door

When gifts were handed out

Temper was the one you received

Learning to scream and shout

Driving people away

who just want to be kind

They rarely stay long

In fear of your mind

It is sad to know

you’ll end up a lonely old man

No one will want you

They run away as fast as they can

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Photo by Donald Teel on Unsplash

Word Prompts:

Belligerent

Driver

Build

Gift

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Homesick

I feel like a fish out of water
On days such as this
One foot on either side of the ocean
To say I’m never homesick would be remiss

I’ve spent half my life there
And the other half here
Yet I still miss so much
Of things that are dear

The best of both worlds
I’m lucky to experience
Seeing both sides of the coin
Teaching me acceptance

I live in the land of opportunity
Regrettably that is not true today
A government full of hatred
Wishing to change the way

The lines of the world are blurring
It is not much better from where I have come
It is now me before you, get back in line
How sad and selfish we have become

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Reena’s Challenge #64 – The Shore The Calls Us Home

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Role Playing

My role is unique

I’m somewhat of a freak

A drum roll I compose

No intention to impose

I play the part

With all my heart

Will I pass the audition?

My hard work come to fruition?

Thanks, but no thanks

No need to fill in the blanks

I didn’t get the job

Now my head begins to throb

No room for any sorrow

Back at it again tomorrow

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Role/Roll

Impose

Unique

Jerk

What I ask is the point

To do what will disappoint

Why would you pour oil on a bonfire

When you know what will transpire

You actually enjoy being

The one always disagreeing

An onslaught of peppered criticisms

When no one wants your idealisms

You would bask in your own glory

While delivering a sad sob story

Public enemy number one

Never wanting to be outdone

Your motto is to never snooze

If you do you might lose

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Linda G Hill’s Stream of consciousness Saturday asked us to open a book and ‘point’ and write about where you landed. I arrived at a poem by Rupi Kaur …

let it go
let it leave
let it happen
nothing
in this world
was promised or
belonged to you anyway

– all you own is yourself

It inspired me to write this poem I called Jerk

Photo by Nicolas Ladino Silva on Unsplash

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Personality

She is freewheeling and fearless
Forever the smile of happiness
Brightness wherever she goes
Life is good, life is kind
The girl has peace of mind
and the beauty of a damask rose

Her sunshine brightening the day
Brushing our tears away
She jumps into the deep
With never a care
Adventure is there
When we can hardly sleep

The door is revolving
Life is ever evolving
What goes up must come down
Her identical twin
Would sometimes win
And the smile becomes a frown

Opponents they are not
Good friends is how they fought
Each escapade a memory to share
One dips only their toes
The other wins by a nose
Tempering each other’s dare

The twins are one and the same
They share the same name
It is two personalities of one
Being joyful is the preferred state
and life can trip you, but wait
The cycle has again begun

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Identical

Friend

Escapade

Opponent

OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #25 – Door goes both ways

Photo by Rishabh Butola on Unsplash

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Morning Commute

My journey each day
weaves my neighborhood
I choose to run
So my health is good

Home is Florida
Plenty of heat
It’s The Sunshine State
It warms the feet

Each street I run
An abundance of flowers
Elegant lawns
Summer showers

As I travel the road
The palms are swaying
Colorful houses along the water
And boats are sailing

Turn left at the end
Heading for the bridge to the key
Today it is opening
For a tall mast in the sea

Fisherman trying their luck
With bait of shrimp
Careful navigating around
So I don’t end up with a gimp

On the other side is
a small park to rest
on a welcome bench
I can sit and feel blessed

Out on the marker posts
I see the Cormorants
Wings outstretched
Drying from the currents

Some kayakers pass by
Moving seamlessly
A pelican sunning himself
On the dock peaceably

After a short rest
Its time to head home
I’ll go back a different way
A great way to roam

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sarah’s Prompt at dVerse Poets – Commute

Photo by Filip Mroz on Unsplash

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The Family Stone

Mother and father
Side by side
Watching the ship
Slowly disappear
Oh how they cried

Young son looking on
Not yet understanding
The pain they endured
Saying goodbye is hard
When you are left standing

The family dog
Oblivious to it all
Sits patiently by
his young master
Waiting for his call

Undoubtedly they will
be here again one day
When son number two
Grows up to be a man
And he too will sail a way

In response to Helene Vaillant’s What do you see? Photo/Write Challenge

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Date

by Christine Bolton • September 27, 2018

Date

Early morning light
Streaks through the curtain
Another day dawning
That’s all that is certain

Sarah lies in her bed
Remembering what occurred
The events of the previous night
Have left her somewhat disturbed

“What happened?” she thought
Everything was going so great
Andrew was delightful
Considering it was a blind date

They had gone to a restaurant
For an early dinner and talk
Then a movie to follow
And a stroll on the boardwalk

Andrew had become romantic
And leaned in to kiss
She reciprocated the action
It was a moment of bliss

It lasted just a moment
And then he doubled over in pain
What was the problem?
She could not ascertain

After some endless moments
Sarah realized what was amiss
He’d eaten the lamb curry
It wasn’t the kiss

The hospital emergency room
Was where they eventually parted
They likely wouldn’t meet again
Dating is not for the faint hearted

In response to Bjorn’s challenge at D’Verse Poets Writing Narrative Poetry

Photo by Nathan Walker on Unsplash

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Market

by Christine Bolton • September 27, 2018

Market

From the mouths of children
Breathing white smoke
The chill of the day already
Covered by an invisible cloak

As if filled with tears
The gathering dark clouds
Ready to burst with rain
Over the swelling crowds

Sounds of the street
As day fills with life
Echo in the cold winds
That can slice like a knife

The sonorous voice
Of an eager hawker
Selling his wares as
Patrons offer tender

Bundled citizens hunched over
With faces as red as roses
Braving the bitter cold
With dripping noses

Hirsute dogs straying
Amongst the throng
Looking for scraps
As the day grows long

An alliance of locals
Gather at the tavern
Adopting good humor
As the moon turns silvern

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Mosaic

by Christine Bolton • September 20, 2018

Mosaic

This is where I want to be
With people eager and free
Different looks and colored hair
Seems a place where we can share
A diverse cultural melting pot
We get to see what each other’s got
Learning to respect our neighbors
and appreciating their labors
New colors, sights and sounds
Different foods to be found
Some have suffered like we cannot imagine
Escaping a vile and dictatorial faction
Needing our comfort and kindness
Along with some color blindness
We all bring something to the table
It is not necessary to label
We can learn a lot with an open heart
Our mosaic life is an abstract art

In response to Helene Vaillant at Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See” Photo Prompt Mosaic

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