Category: Life



Looking radiant in her white
She walks on her chosen route
Music fills the air
there are flowers in her hair
and she bites the forbidden fruit
Promises made to appease
and surely will be broken
The dance of life begins
Together they journey and
words will remain unspoken
Marching now to the beat
of another drum
In and out of time
not always in rhyme
A life will become undone
Two parts do not make a whole
Jagged pieces that jig and saw
Trying to fit
and never quit
Words caught in the craw
Up is now her down
In will always be his out
He says, she says
My way or the highway
What was it all about?
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Off Balance

Off Balance

Walking the tightrope
that is your life story
Struggling to balance
Held in self-serving glory
Juggling emotions
Keeping the peace
Wondering which will fit
the revolving scenarios
that never seem to cease
Striving for symmetry
I soften the jagged pieces
Where there is no color
I paint it black
and iron out the creases
Equilibrium is missing
and ignorance not optional
Searching for elusive solutions
If only I could steady myself
The feeling might be rational
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Balance

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A Piece of Work

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 ©

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dVerse Poets Open Link Night

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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 ©

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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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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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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

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 ©


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





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 ©

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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
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







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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 ©

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

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