Your temper defines you and you have become its slave At these times no one can reach you to calm the devil’s fire raging out of control Love no longer douses the scorching hot flames of your anger Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Stream of Consciousness - Hot
In the shadows of the mind Vile thoughts reside in cavernous corners Tricking us Fooling us into believing there is nothing, only darkness But in the black they lay in wait until we choose to entertain them Throwing light Giving them life Until they inhabit our being with iniquity and hypocrisy Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Word Prompts Trick - Stream of Consciousness Shadows - RDP
He ordered
the finest whisky
as he sat at the bar
and buried his head
The time had come
It would be a long night
Looming
He considered in dread
His clothes were ill fitting
They had seen better days
He looked disheveled
he knew, but couldn’t care
His thoughts on his purpose
As he nursed his drink
Focused
Avoiding the glare
Nine fifteen, his mark entered
the noisy bar
Full of swagger
and arrogance
He knew it was him
There was no question
Relaxed
He ignored the dissonance
Finding a seam in the throng
he worked his way through
Sliding onto the bench
next to his target
Pressing a gun
into the man’s side
he fired
Killing the devil incarnate
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Jim Adams Prompt of “I Shot the Sheriff”
On Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Finest
Seam
Bench
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Love is an illusion
Conquering all
In the fiery furnace
Burning you with desire
It will you enthrall
Deciduous horns
Giving way to new growth
Lost In a burbled frenzy
You promise the devil
Your sworn oath
Cards in play
Could be your downfall
Queen of Diamonds
Greed and avarice
Disguised as jovial
Change inevitable
Never say never
Taking the road to Perdition
and condemnation
Before being lost forever
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – Prompt – Conquered
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The District is not Caesar’s Rome
The Hill is not one of the seven
Yet the Senators
are deadly and evil
as they were BC
These devils hide and reside
in hallowed halls of DC
with daggers cloaked
unseen
Preparing to execute
their dastardly deeds
Hell is in our politics
disguised in grey hair
and old man suits
Standing on the shoulders of women
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompted by Dead Poet Prompts from AllPoetry.com
My chosen prompt
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” – The Tempest, William Shakespeare
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You scarred him for life
Midwife to the devil
So full of jealousy
You egotistical witch
Taking the gift of motherhood
To an unacceptable level
Poor child yearning for approval
Just wishing for the love of his mother
Instead he gets a competitor
A green-eyed monster
Craving the attention meant for him
As if she were his wicked stepmother
A pathological narcissist
Always cruel and wicked
With only love for herself
Doing damage for a lifetime
He was just an innocent boy
Now a man afflicted