Not Amused Sometimes I wonderif this is part of awicked plan to confuse What was up is now downYour language foreignIt does not amuse What I see as blackyou claim is whiteThis you I don’t recognize Snipping and snipingalways unpredictablebringing tears to my eyes I feel a cloud of discontentshadowing what was oncepure and honest Is this some kind ofContinue reading “Not Amused”
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Revenge – A Dizain
Revenge Her hair long and black as a raven’s wingGlorious, loose curls falling down her backShe walked to forget his words that did stingNot realizing she had come off track Stopping briefly, she put down her backpackand stood staring up at the vast blue sky Realizing she knew the answer whyHe was insecure, she was beautifulBut didContinue reading “Revenge – A Dizain”
Volatile
Volatile Her nature tempestuousLike a storm at seaYet in calm watersspeaking civilized wordsCarrying poison Delivered flawlesslyTaking down her preyWounding, but not slaying With a prepared agilitydelivering a soothing touchto those she injuredOffering words of comfortUnwittingly welcomedAny resistanceCould invoke ireShe was fragile like a bomb Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Word PromptsAgile – WotDPrepare – RDPTouch – FOWCImageContinue reading “Volatile”
Underbelly
Underbelly A slice of moonveiled so slightlyby a smoky cloudAir so thickit could be chewedVoices carried loud The night sultryPerspiration beadingon heat weary browsA distant dog barkingdisturbing an old man’sintermittent drowse Car horns honkMusic of the nightBroken glass gleamedGarbage plunkedunceremoniouslyand someone screamed Back alley sexWrithing ingratuitous ecstasyMoney exchangedNo more thana sick fantasy Alone in the darknessoblivious to it allAContinue reading “Underbelly”
Social Butterfly
Social Butterfly Her eyes were shiningon this night of the full moonHair tumbling down her back A social butterflySashaying across the floorHer eyes were shining Others would smileas she approached themOn this night of the full moon Basking in the attentionReveling in the moodHair tumbling down her back Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie SaturdayContinue reading “Social Butterfly”
Petticoat Lane, London E.1
Petticoat Lane Ladies and gents, roll up, roll up The request of Cockney patterYou won’t believe your eyesgoes the stallholder’s chatter Merchandise galore from soup to nutsA new set of platesor some fabric cuts Fresh baked bagelsand plenty of noshSaris and leather goodsSome things quite posh Fruits and vegetablesRibbons and lacePlants and flowersCaricatures of your face Clothing and shoesin all shapesContinue reading “Petticoat Lane, London E.1”
Existence
Existence The view across the lakein the early morningMagnificent in its silenceas the day was dawningBirds aroused and callingin a contest of soundHappy communicatingwhile others dig the ground Each day wondrousin its simple familiarityTraveling on the wheels of existenceRotating in its peculiarityMonotonous but necessarya cycle impossible to cheatThe tread of time so ruthlessthat it tramples evenContinue reading “Existence”
Homeless
Homeless Fatigued by a vagabond lifeBones weary from the weatherClothes threadbare and wornskin tough as hammered leather A look unmistakablewith eyes forever distantAn existence not of choicealways socially resistant Fame lost in historyand soon forgottenfamily ties and lovenow decayed and rotten Tattered belongingsA bottle in a brown bagA dirty old blanketHis only swag The liquor warmingand a welcome treatsoonContinue reading “Homeless”
Indulgence
Indulgence Like silk on my skinsoft and seductivean exquisite sensationand so very destructiveStroking my shoulderswith your nimble fingersfeathery, lightLetting the touch linger I want to sing hallelujahsTake me to the churchDrowning in eroticabefore you I do smirchGloried in the commonplacemade weird, I am at a loss for words to describethis, which I feared A hedonistic existenceof pleasures fulfilledregardlessContinue reading “Indulgence”
The Traveler
The Traveler Walking through lifeknowing deep in my soulwhere I was meant to beThoughts and actionsnot those of the packI could clearly see I did not understandthe path for my journeyInstinctively, I would arriveIt was as if I were actingin a play, and the final sceneI would contrive Heights of happinessDepths of depressionWondering what I’d becomeConfused byContinue reading “The Traveler”
Poetry For Healing 