Modern Poetry

Friday, February 3, 2012
Introspect of an independence
Beneath her feet the ground
Crumbles, disintegrates
As each step leaves behind
Peaces of heart, soul, memory
Falling away
as the feel of lead lessons
And the stride strengthens
In resolution
That break in the bridge becomes
A gaping sinkhole in the earth
A gauge out of the sinew of a relationship
Up from the grave she arose
From her toes she arose
Shackles on her feet
Chains on her wrists
Her strength giving birth
To her ire
She turns
She smiles
Gone are the chains
The shackles
With a flick of the wrist
The weak fall
And she smiles to herself
Knowing full well the power,
The strength she birthed came
From no seed no influence
Nor help from no else
In essence giving birth to herself
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Tragic
Tragic
The struggle we find ourselves in
Morbidly unnecessary.
For life as short as it is
Filled not with pleasure
But with pain
A pain so palpable we need
To run from it just to breathe
Death and destruction
The brothers to
Vindictiveness and spite
Bowing my head
Knowing there is a greater power
Taking control
Taking a stand
I lean to the lord
Lean so far I'm horizontal
For mercy grace and safe passage
Having faith that I have earned it
Tears burning parallel trails of grief
Down my face to pool at my feet
Suddenly I'm Alice
Drounding in my own sorrow
Frantically searching
For a hand to hold
Like something
bred from a nightmare
The hands I grab for turn to ash
Frustration breeds desperation
Turning in circles
Forever alone
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6:24 PM
You and Me
You and me
We've been there
Seen the lights
The fights the thrills
The pain horror and strife
But I wouldn't change a thing
Wouldn't pull out that thorn
That feeling of betrayal
That pricks at perverbial bubble
That sheilds our life
Wouldn't pull the plug on
The things that are a memorial
To who and what we are
I Would do it
again
And again
Because before and after
Crashing into the valley
Of uncertainty
Our love
Our joy
Gave us the wings
On which we could soar
Exhilarating
uplifting
Fun
exciting
Worth it
Wouldn't Change a thing
Because Together
we are a strength
Indisructable
With an inpenitrable bond
That will never
Be broken
By no one
and
nothing
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6:19 PM
Thinking out loud
Sometimes I just sit here
I wonder where my life has been
Where it will go
If I will survive
Time passes so fast
I drag my feet
Wanting to grab hold
Of everything that is slipping
Through my fingers
And cry!
Oh how I cry!
As if I'm losing something
Wasting a precious moment
Wondering if maybe
A single simple moment
Could have changed it all.
A simple hello
An easy "stay with me"
A pittance of pleading.
An " I'm sorry "
A resounding scream
Three small words...
I love you
Who would here them?
Who would care?
Close my eyes
Just shut them
Reaching out
Reaching out
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4:55 PM
The beautiful life.
Is being surrounded by the happiness of a child.
Bella Vita..
Is their laughter
Is their dancing to a new song
Is their smile
Their very outlook on life, it's like a breath of
Fresh air
So what is the beautiful life? What makes the very essence of a bella vita?
It's life ever present through the eyes of an innocent child...
Is being surrounded by the happiness of a child.
Bella Vita..
Is their laughter
Is their dancing to a new song
Is their smile
Their very outlook on life, it's like a breath of
Fresh air
So what is the beautiful life? What makes the very essence of a bella vita?
It's life ever present through the eyes of an innocent child...
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4:33 PM
Sunday, November 14, 2010
The Complexity of Love
I tried to mislay you
I ran
Obsessed with a fabled sovereignty
We would stand face to face
Hand to hand
Soul to soul
Furthermore the quicker I ran
I struggled to expunge the memories of us
Collectively
Souls and bodies as one
In the midst of another I glance left
On the wall were shadows of us
You and I
Evermore we shall be
But I never told you
How you make me feel
Deep within my heart
A fire burns; it turns to embers at times
But as you draw closer to me the embers twist to flame
I still need you
Forever need you
You and no more than you
You are the one and only
I close my eyes and I see you in front of me
I ran, blindly through the lane eager for traffic to numb the sting
Thinking that I could live devoid of you was an oversight
Thank God you never left
You were nearby
I collapsed in your arms; you carried me away
Away from the pain
Away from the chaos, the uncertainty
And the rest just fell away
Akin to melting snow on a blistering road
I’m nothing without you
You make me… me
To you I belong
Always and forever
Forever and Always
Through it all we will be us
I love you
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11:47 AM
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Premonition
I suffer this approaching panic
Shaking my head fiercely to rid my mind
As if it were raining and the fear would roll
From my mind to my face
Down my neck and chest
To my toes where I stood in the puddle of the anxiety I created
And simply walk away from this…This quiet facing the gale
For, a steady quiet stream is far from the chaos that will come
And I can feel it
Straight down to the marrow of my willowy bones
A change in the rhythm of the cascading waterfall I dub my life
My very breath is shallow and quick in anticipation of the unknown
My heart is racing, feeling as if it will beat right out of my chest
And I cry out a loud agonizing plea that no one hears but me
Because I know I can’t impede it, can’t stop it
I sleep, I dream, I know, I plead; beg for the knowledge to be concrete
To know exactly what storm I face…
Or is it that of another?
As a little girl, knowing when the phone would ring was exciting
As a teen having dreams that seemed to come to life at times seemed inevitable
As a woman being paid these gut wrenching feelings … a knowing
A blessing or a curse will always be my core reflection
Breathing acutely I ponder this sense of trepidation
Refusing to listen to what I discern already is to be
Finally, I will sleep
And tomorrow the phone will ring; I already know whose calling
I’ll turn on the television, already knowing to turn on the news
A single tear trailing down my pale cheek
Outside sirens sound
Footsteps … uniforms and badges
A knock on the door
OH could I have prevented this?
All along I knew!
Retracing the steps in my mind; I’m reeling with emotion
A shaking brings my mind to the surface
It’s my husband; just a dream he says
I fall against the pillows, turning my face towards the window
I notice the moon is full
I feel wetness on my cheek
The single tear from my dream was on my face.
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