Category: Life

Market

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

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Sonorous

Hirsute

Eager

Alliance

Adopt

 

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Mosaic

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

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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

 

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Lagging

Lagging

Tiredness came swiftly
Smothering
Laying heavy on my eyes
and limbs
Suppressing efforts of revival
A deep state
Encompassing

Feeling grubby and unclean
Exhausting
Succumbing to sleep
Dramatic and deep
Eccentric Dreams
Teasing

Body failing to adjust
Confusing
Brightness of mind
Wins over darkness of night
Fully awake
Rejuvenating

Mind now alert
Conflicting
Energy is lowered
Limbs cannot move
Mind is willing but flesh is weak
Frustrating

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Words Prompts:

Grubby

Eccentric

Dramatic

Tease

Swift

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Vicious Cycle

Vicious Cycle

When one’s truth is not spoken
Lines become blurred
Wandering through a fog
Not knowing what was heard

One miscommunication can multiply
Assumptions are for the lazy
Not reading between the lines
Can make things hazy

You understand this
I understand that
Knocking heads together
Trying to avoid another spat

From the comfort of the non-committal
You let things fall where they may
When it is not what you expect
The accusations begin the fray

A tempestuous relationship
Rocking the stability of the union
Blinded by anger
Is living with delusion

A lesson to be learned
Listen to what is said
Stand up for your rights
Being careful where you tread

There is no right
There is no wrong
It is a respect for the other
A commitment to staying strong

Speaking your truth
Not playing any games
Planning accordingly
Avoiding the obvious pain

Expecting the worst
Hoping for the best
Grace under pressure
And always honesty expressed

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Stability

Tempestuous

Grace

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Respect – An Acrostic Poem

Resembling someone I no longer know

Empty, devoid of emotion, almost inhumane

Seeing you, grudgingly, in your moment of glory

Pumped victoriously with ego

Endorphins swimming with energy

Circling the waters like a shark

Targeting your catch of the day

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Photo by Artur Nasyrov on Unsplash

Word Prompts:

Respect

Grudging

Humane

Energy

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Glass

My glass half full, yours is half empty

Allowing room for more negativity

Mine is always a sunny disposition

Going against your doomsday expedition

I want to fly high with wind beneath my wings

You would rather be grounded and do other things

Differences can be healthy and normal

In our case, not so much, our conflicts have been awful

We are not twins and our interests are varied

Sometimes our interactions can be quite frenzied

Your intentions not always distinct

However your actions are succinct

There is no deadline for a resolution

Our relationship always has a stay of execution

Yet somehow we have made it work

You know you are not really a jerk

I just say that from time to time

When I think we have come off the line

We always find our way back to the center

Neither one of us is a dissenter

With your fingers on my pulse

My being you could easily convulse

You have always been my confidant

There is no one else I would rather want

Exchanging our sugarcoated sound bites

Loving each other into the night

I suggest, that as tomorrow is another day

We should just throw your glass away

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Words Prompts:

Pulse

Confidant

Deadline

Succinct

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Immorality

The politics of yet another day
Causing a stir amongst the masses
Spirited conversations ignite
One voice louder than the next
A proverbial battle of the classes

A line is drawn in the sand
That no one dares to cross
You fear for your life
Silence might be best
Your beliefs your albatross

Tantamount to a civil car
The rebellious versus the righteous
Neither side knows what they don’t know
A verbal conflict louder and longer
The winner being the most pious

Blind faith of the minority
And an archaic amendment
Gifted us with what we have today
Fractured here and broken there
Drowning us in a pool of resentment

Knocking down our allies
With scornful and outrageous demands
When the anti truth becomes your facts
You are making enemies of your people
Whose dilemmas you will never understand

An association doomed for failure
A reflection on our society’s blindness
The moral compass conveniently cast aside
In favor of the inflated ego
Observing the decline of social responsibility
Where self-serving trumps kindness

Those paying homage to the narcissistic god
From his shirttails they will unhitch
When their stipend shows no relief
Their sum of all fears will be balanced
By Karma who will prove to be a Bitch

Christine Bolton

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Word Prompts:

Association

Reflection

Anti

Resumé

Sorrowful and woebegone is your life
When you take a good look
Checking in and out of relationships
Like a dog-eared library book

As a stroke on a keyboard
Searching all the profiles
Life’s offerings in a database
Bringing on the fake smiles

Following one another like lemmings
With no fear of stepping off the ledge
Not even considering the consequences
Balancing your life on the edge

A leap of faith into the unknown
Do you have the stomach for it
A resumé of lies churning out the match
Maybe today is the day when something will fit

Be another lamb on its way
Blindly to the slaughter
Maybe this time you’ll get chosen
Another chance, another day, no time to falter

Secretly scorn those successful
For they create the legend
You are destined to follow them
On your journey to transcend

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word of the Day Challenge: Woebegone

Daily word Prompt: Scorn

Fandango one word challenge: Legend

Tilting At Windmills

 

There is an empty place in my soul
Where you once used to live
You have left there long since
As there was no more of me to give

You visit my mind often
Unbeknown to you
You come and go when needed
Until I’m ready to say adieu

I’m trying to comprehend
Where it went so wrong
I know you never understood
Why you’re so headstrong

Independence is worked for
Fierce and won by the brave
Not necessarily to settle a score
And not to enslave

It is achieved so you are not weak
The monsters cannot win
Perhaps that was the problem
To explain, how could I begin

When I found you drowning
Staying afloat under abundant pain
Fending off enemies in your mind
Although always in vain

No one was good enough
To withstand your allegations
Even offering you love
They fell short of your expectations

Love is an understanding 
Not a thing in a box
To be discarded so thoughtlessly
Like a pair of socks

It takes work and communication
On more than one level
Things are not always straight
Sometimes they are bevel

Life is not black and white
There is plenty of grey
To smooth the edges
Of a bruised individual with plenty to say

A different concept for you
Difficult to sustain
Although we did try
Until it became a strain

The enemies in your mind are still there
Acknowledgement makes them stronger
If you would realize they don’t exist
You will be tilting at windmills no longer

Christine Bolton 

Word of the Day Challenge: Abundant

Definition of Tilting at Windmills

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What Happened To Us?

What happened to us?

Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses
Lady Liberty welcomes you
You can escape the classes

Come here, it will be safe
You will be able to flourish
Bring your family with you
So they can be nourished

America was founded
So those could flee
Oppression in their native land
Come to America and be free

Sadly this is not the case anymore
America has its own oppressor
Preposterous that he has been allowed
To become an aggressor

Putting children in cages
What a despicable plan
Crying for their Mama
The work of a bogeyman

How can this happen here
His party is enabling
He speaks only to his base
Dividing and dismantling 

This is so far removed from liberty
What kind of person cannot relate
To the plight of these families
America is no longer great

Christine Bolton

Fandango one Word Challenge Preposterous

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