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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At that one fatuous moment
There was an eruption
Of your putrescent anger
Spewing the carnage
An obvious disruption

No one saw it coming
Silence was broken
By the obnoxious sound
Even the dead
It would have woken

A hush fell over the room
As mouths gaped wide
You could see minds turning
In unison wondering
Where on earth could one hide

You in your way embarrassed
The target of your outburst
Reduced to a heap
Of hurt on the floor
Crying like a cloudburst

At times such as this
When you fall from grace
Are you escorted from the room
Without causing more harm
Or simply put in your place

A gentleman would not behave
In a manner of dereliction
Should someone call you
On your unacceptable actions
Be prepared for your eviction


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In The Long Run

In the Long Run

Like kissing a train
Going down the tracks
Or catching a falling knife
So is the world with you
Danger wherever I look
Sometimes in fear for my life

Jump on the bandwagon 
Or continue to boredom
What is life if not lived?
Dull and predictable
Lonely and missing
Better to be alive than dead

Your energy inspiring
Exciting and contagious 
A miracle in the making
Getting into character
Each day is live theater
A slice of life for the taking

Adrenalin junkie
I’m not sure that I am 
Just a need to be at your side
No matter the weather
We are better together
I’m along for the ride

Flying up to the high
Hanging on to your coat tails
And turning on a dime
Sharing your crazy world
Better or worse
Leaving would be a crime


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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One Liner Wednesday

Another Wednesday morning and time for Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

I should carry this quote on a card in my wallet so that I can flash it when needed.  I am one of those people who are a magnet to those who want to just talk and talk and talk.  Usually it’s a random lady in a store who is shopping in the same section. I listen for as long as I can and then …. well, you understand!

Have a great Wednesday.


Risk and Reward

Risk and Reward

Please do not stand on ceremony
I just want to curl up and hide
No desire to see anyone today
My brain has been fried

This was a day
That should have been pure leisure
A time to connect and participate 
In each other’s pleasure

Instead we pummeled and punched
and rained on our own parade
Fighting, hurting and causing pain
Replaying the same old charade

Exhausted and spent
We go our separate ways
To heal and recover
And come back another day

Caught in the same trap
Of risk and reward
Kiss and make up
Add points on the scoreboard


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©


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The fragrant cedars
Standing uniformly
Along the skyline
A majestic sight
Of green lushness
In afternoon sunshine

Balmy breezes
Swaying branches
Shadows moving dark to light
Pending direction
At the will of the wind
Forming a spectacular sight

Down to the bay
The winding road curves
With vistas of azure sea
White bungalows 
Beaches of gold
A haven for you and me


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The Ringmaster

The Ringmaster


The exhilaration I feel

When before the master I kneel

His presence surrounding me

On this night that is moonlit

I am now ready to commit

To him completely


The connection is radioactive

and attraction seductive

I am consumed with a sensation

A feeling within

Urging me to commit the sin

Singing in elation


My urges are primitive

All things being relative

Am I on a road to disaster?

Oh, quell my desires

You are evil in disguise

The ultimate ringmaster


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Song Lyric Sunday – Last


This week’s theme is “Last” from Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday

I immediately thought of “At Last” by Etta James, but I opted for this version by Beyoncé when she sang it to the First Couple at President Obama’s first inauguration.  It was a very moving moment for me and I will never forget it.  I hope you enjoy it too.


Have a great Sunday!

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