Category: Life

A Piece of Work

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A Piece of Work

A moment on the tongue
Is a lifetime in the mind
This she must remember
In order to be kind
 
A provocateur
Looking for distraction 
Poking the hornet’s nest
Hoping for a reaction
 
Internally passionate
And outwardly belligerent
Those who manage to get close
Only experience indifference
 
Manufactured words
and constructed criticisms
Her weapons of choice
In her distorted idealisms
 
An emotional jig-saw
trying to piece herself together
If revelation comes
It will change like the weather
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Revelation

Manufacture

Construct

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Resolution

		

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Resolution






I carry guilt
As a child
As a mother
As a wife
I have carried it
my whole life
 
Everyone comes first
They always have
I would go without
Let them be happy
Let them be safe
There was never a doubt
 
But I am tired
I am weary
I am bruised
Yet I let it continue
What’s wrong with me
I just feel used
 
Today I want things
to be different
It will no longer be a tradition
Someone else
will take care
It’s not beyond cognition
 
I want no revenge
Only a segway
to another solution
Perhaps everyone
will understand
It’s my New Year resolution
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Tradition

Segway

Revenge

Resolution




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Explosive

		

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Explosive






You poked the hornets’ nest
and wondered why you were stung
You messed with me
and felt a lashing from my tongue
You had no right
to challenge me that way
False accusations
There’s a price to pay
 
Quickly accelerating
like an arsonist’s fire
An out of control situation
Became inexplicably dire
A treasured trust
now in a shamble
Cascading verbiage
Needing a descramble
 
As you stand at my altar
with your heart in hand
You are at my mercy
or else be damned
I will build a bridge of hot coal
and across you will walk
You will make amends
Until then, no more pillow talk

 
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Word Prompts

Shambles

Treasure

Bridge

Cascade




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Gnarly

		

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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 ©
 
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Word Prompts:

Belligerent

Driver

Build

Gift
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Homesick

		

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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

		

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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

		

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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


Point


Bonfire


Bask


Snooze


Public


Onslaught


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Personality

		

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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


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Morning Commute

		

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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  


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The Family Stone

		

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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


 


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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