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Terrain

 

Terrain

Gorse covered mountains

Heather of purple tangled

In between craggy rocks

Just to please the eyes

Kaleidoscope of shapes and colors

Lingering memories the prize

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to a d’Verse prompt Lillian’s Alphabet Sestet

Using letters G-H-I-J-K-L

Banjo

Banjo

It was early in the day
The market street was busy
An average sized crowd had gathered
He played sitting on a high stool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

The music was amazing
His talent evident
He looked thirteen years of age
Certainly nobody’s fool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

There was cash thrown into his case
His audience was enthralled
By the artistry he displayed
Mesmerized by his stringed tool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

His jeans were raggedy
Shoes worn and soiled
Hair unwashed and straggly
But still he was pretty cool
Banjo boy why are you not in school?

On closer look
There was sadness in his eyes
He looked a little malnourished
Under that sweater of wool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

Likely homeless or a peddler
Making money with his gift
Impressing all with his music
His situation seeming cruel
Banjo boy why are you not in school

His flair for performance
Was evident in his ease
The dirty street was his oasis
Convenient and free was the rule
Banjo boy why are you not in school

I stared at him through a prism
Seeing his potential multiplied
Wishing him the success he needed
To extricate himself from this cesspool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Average

Convenient

Oasis

Peddler

Prism

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Game On

Just a game to you

You played because you could

Your unfiltered words and actions

a green light to those who contained

their hatred

No thought or dedication

or ability to multitask

Let alone read

Communication skills nonexistent

Your statistics will be great indeed

Destined for the history books

Headlining

The Biggest loser of all time

You are the antithesis of a hero

Orange is the new black

and you will wear it well

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Game

Multitask

Hero

Orange

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History Repeats

History Repeats

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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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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Time

Time

Time placed in a bottle
Saved for a rainy day
Remembrances sweet
A familiar scent
Jogging a memory
A feeling of foreplay

Slowing down
To savor the taste
Of delicious sentiments
Dancing in the mind
Toying with the senses
Having thoughts unchaste

Traveling back to that time
Bringing certain joy to the heart
Much younger then
The world was one’s oyster
The pearl for the taking
Lovers never to part

The hotel old and quaint
Room number 5
Overlooking the square
Lovemaking in the afternoon
Sipping on wine
Never felt more alive

Back in the present
Putting the photograph away
Pushing the time
Back in the bottle
Keeping the memory safe
Until it rains another day

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Charm

Charm

I am a charming
Choice number three
Three times is a charm
Or so they say
It had better refer to me

Things come in threes
You can live a charmed life
Prince Charming came along
Charmed, I’m sure
Happy to be his wife

Lucky charm around her neck
Charms on a bracelet jingling
Plenty of Southern Charm
Ladies never sweat
In fact they’re glistening

He could charm the pants
Off anyone who’d listen
Although no one cared to
She left for charm school in Europe
Parents paying for her tuition

Someone will sweep her off her feet
He’ll likely be a charmer
He will cheat on her
Three’s a crowd
So who will be his partner?

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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