Betty

No dark, as daylight on the city falls,
thin air gives off a rising dust
which settles on the pigeon coated walls
#vss365 #dark

We #touch but little of the void,
that vast eternal portal
far away beyond the stars,
one brief & shining moment that is ours
a few elusive hours to make a mark,
we grow, we thrive, we die & we are gone
& then it is another's turn
to take the torch & carry on
#vss365

Thank you-he gets me every time

Vincent,
a fragile tortured soul,
who gave us blooming flowers
birds and winter grain,
he taught us how to love
by giving us his pain,
it was all he had
to show us he was true,
there never will be anyone
as beautiful as you
#vss365 #soul

When you are a leader,
you cannot unmoor from reality,
this lack of rationality
leads to growing criminality
unparalleled acts of brutality
and legally sanctioned fatality
#vss365 #unmoor

Do not place your soiled and grasping hands upon my head
do not push, I will not yield or bend a knee,
you may have might, but I have right
and I know who I am supposed to be
#vss365 #bend

True depression
that dimming of internal light
when you can't be bothered to flick the switch,
night or day, who cares it's all the same,
in that grey grey foggy game you will never win,
too tired to #fight, but you know you must,
just for them,
any crack in the door will do
for now
#vss365

Recall the triumphs, enjoy the moment,
you learn far more
from elusive shadows that got away,
experience is a good teacher
you may catch them still, another day
#vss365 #recall

Memory is a sunflower
painted thick in Van Gogh yellow,
brighter than it ever was in life,
hanging forever in the gallery of the mind,
where the only visitor is you
#vss365 #memory

Darkened screens
beget a harsh & unforgiving light,
that sucks imagination's teat
swallows warm the milk of inspiration,
sometimes soured by sheer frustration,
bringing into form a sleepless night
which dawns
the cold & coffee scented morning
of a writer's #soliloquy
#vss365

Thank you : )

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I was a little brown moth girl with shabby wings
who longed for quiet and gentle things,
magenta butterflies beautiful in flight
pushed me to come and stand in the light,
some of us prefer it where shadows fall
but it's a world where beauty conquers all
#vss365 #magenta

So speaks the wind
augury of the night we see
throw the bones,
and dream of what may come to be
#vss365 #augury

Lady, take your mantle,
I your chivalrous knight
will wrap it warm about you,
kiss me once and leave
pull up the hood to hide your face
I cannot bear your tears,
I need the memory of your smile
to see me through in after-years,
goodbye my Guinevere
#vss365 #chivalrous

At #last the rain
drumming hard with icy fingers,
a penetrating beat which lingers,
chimney sings in harsh reply
conducting curtains wave and fly
echoed swift by window rattles,
dancing doors,
a gentle sigh of shifting floors,
I repose in fitful slumber
while my household does the rhumba
#vss365

A looking glass war with the one I see
the young girl that I used to be,
inside I am still fourteen
a reflection of what might have been,
my teenaged self seems unconcerned
so many things she hasn’t learned
she will get her fingers burned,
but that’s a page yet to be turned
#vss365 #reflection

Older than clocks
timed by the moon
the ocean hums an endless tune,
of stars and ships and things gone by,
human life is the blink of an eye,
our moment of existence from cradle to grave
means nothing to the water and the rolling waves
#vss365 #timed

Mine enemies were as weeds
they flowered thick in number,
I sent them one by one
to deep eternal slumber,
the world became a desert,
so dry that nothing grows,
except for powerful me
and my nodding yes-men crows
#vss365 #number

Adrift on a wave
not made of sea
or silver hum of distant bees
not wind, or leaves on waving trees
not earth not sky, not singing birds
but language made of living words
that float and curl and dart and hide
strange fish to catch on a poets tide
#vss365 #language

History is a ribbon, threaded with beads,
a string of memories
that once belonged to someone else
#vss365 #history

Each mountain, valley, hill and peak
is a scenic landscape quite unique,
be proud of your topography
& personal #geography,
people who make you feel ugly or fat
are controlling, mean, & talking crap,
ignore their derision
it's purely your decision
if you ever decide to iron the map
#vss365

Put the box on end and lower her in

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Mine never remembers to tell me that bit

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The domestic cat
is sleek and fat
with smooth and glossy fur,
obsequeous and charming
and a motor full of purr,
they are stroked and fussed
adored and loved
demanding to be petted,
but you see a different side to them
when you take them to be vetted
#vss365 #domestic

Yup!

Domestic preening
in a long marriage
is a complicated ritual
involving
checking each other over
for brown sauce and or egg
on your whiskers
#vss365 #domestic

Beautiful fragile creatures, we get a lot of different ones here

Butterflies lack commitment, as do bees
fickle creatures of the air and breeze,
they spend their daylight working hours
in briefest dalliance with the flowers
#vss365 #creature

Come to the old road,
find the night birds with their wicked lonely eyes,
hands for claws & razor teeth
which sit and grin in savage beaks,
know that it is you they seek,
hide, a timid cowering thing
feel the brush of leather wings,
#halloween is childish fear,
pumpkin faces won't work here
#vss365

Let us dance little argent bird,
let us swirl
let us play, let us sway,
amid the chandeliers
and the gaudy lumps of gold,
in the ballroom where democracy,
was hijacked by plutocracy
then pimped up, pimped out
whored, raped, and sold
#vss365 #argent