*On a Side Note – Is it just me or does this Wordle seem to be inviting us in a certain direction? đ
Two Mindsets  Â
Oh, that was a cute turtle until that ruthless hawk made him lunch. Well, that’s the democratic way – Kill or be killed! The weaker player in the game of life who deserved to be dead.
Au contraire! This is the Republican’s idea of justice. It’s disgusting. But, you watch, all the sick sycophants of the GOP will eventually end. It won’t be a sad day when they and tRump are over. There will be no sorrow, only joy because we will have ruined them and their evil ways! We will rule over them then!
awake and alert the mind focuses on the tasks at hand thoughts aligned to achieve results
i am pleased
day dreams slip in swirling from one fantasy to the next thoughts drifting in pleasure
i am captured
sleep beckons my attention wide awake with intrusion no, thankfully not tonight thoughts cease momentarily
i am relieved
nightmares force me awake jumbling incoherent images rousing heart-pumping emotions thoughts gone haywire and weird
i am frightened
always pondering images, words, feelings flitting in and about never-ending and overbearing
sometimes...they land on paper
chapters closed and resolved
they remain in my heart and mind
not quite addressed, fearful of consequences
i yell them at the hologram before me
the need to purge anger arises
they land on my cheeks
the need to feel overwhelms
i push them into the deep recesses, locked away
remaining hidden from myself
I recently read these gems, very touching and heart-felt. This poem (published over three days) expresses well the emotions dealt with at the end of relationships. Might evoke some tears for those who can relate; you’ve been warned.
In silence I hear your voice cracking, You whisper your final wish; âYou and I are lacking.â So simple it was for you to say. Beyond my mind, beyond my soul, I was lost for you not to stay. you said; âYou knew it would happen one dayâ. The burden I felt streaming through my vein, the voice I lost in my pain, the wish I never had imagined in my brain, The waves were still and waiting for their remain. Silence is what kept us wondering, to wonder; âI Was not afraid to ask!â To tell; You did with no mask.
To tell; You did with no mask. Face to eye, body to linger, We grasp like there is no tomorrow. For there shall be a next sorrow. you said; âIâm sorry, but I have to.â We were in a flow, but you had to grow, beyond your dreams you stayed, but in pain we werenât made. You had to grow, we werenât in a flow, âŚ.. âŚ.. âŚ.. anymore. You said your goodbye, âYou had me at hello.â while we both disappeared into the blue sky. Desire of the best, you remained you while I became that guy.
I became that guy. Whose Liability was caught by atmospheric beauty. At the end of light, in the beginning of time, I rise with thou gazing moon to seek for wolfs cry. By dint of howl I reckon my faults eye; âThereby I fought/ I arise/ I wander from misery to impasse of ending sky.â To clamber through life in gallivant of night, A butterfly of dawn, nor battles cry, I Amplify my music of spheres through, but why? To ask, but not to answer. To seek, but not to find. To touch, but not to feel. âTo not deny the truth from my goodbye.â
I see the candle flickering in the shadows, the sweet smell of jasmine arouses my thirst for sensual lovemaking. I sit alone in this dark stone cottage nesting in the hills of autumn. The trees are shedding the security of their warmth, of the cold winter that is approaching. I sit all lazy and dazed. I dream of walking hand in hand with the beautiful man I adore, step by step, crunching and crushing the red, brown, and orangey leaves.
The sound of the lambs The tweet tweet tweeting birds sing From my garden swing
Embrace the Reality
Today I feel alive. Thereâs someone at my door. My heart joining the tapping of every knock. I open the door wide just like the look in my eyes. Itâs him, he is here, heâs finally come. I wrap myself around him and embrace him tenderly. We are lost in a stare. My eyes are shut tight. I awaken from the night. I must have fallen to sleep. With the realization of my dream. The cold stone cottage dampens my joy. I crawl from my bed and blow out the candle but thereâs no point in making a wish. I look from my window and the leaves have disappeared, replaced by the spirals of icicles neatly webbed between the branches of the trees.
Tea in the morning Pot of herbal for my lunch Wine in the evening
Word Block
Writerâs block Hello Knock knock Racing against the clock Assignments piled up Until you feel the door unlock
Sit in the garden Sit at the desk Bring the pen to the paper The books youâve read Will make the words flow
Let the words you drank Filter through your paws
Hidden Doors
So many hidden doors In this house sheâs never lived in before Only in her dreams and nightmares does this house appear Each dream revealing a new room Which has familiarity Sometimes includes her family Doors of happiness Doors of sadness This is just life Clearing her path
Game Over
A marital inquest In which one should enquire Forgetting the days of oneâs desires Togetherness has just expired
Hostage
Hostage to the virus Where is my protected vest? Will this nightmare rest?
Daisy Green’s inspiration comes from being a victor of domestic abuse who continues to thrive in life. Her words come from the heart and are most often dark. Her purpose, through writing and sharing her poetry, is to empower others to identify their own pain but most importantly to give hope. You can find her work at her blog – Daisy Green and on Facebook
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beige irate hidden well within myself smile rejoice believe reverberate inside deeply bury sorrow’s babe float through imagined normal life ignore the toxic warnings to be honest with my pain and let it fly free
to kiss me
silent warm spirit icy wet sweet poison pot draw those thoughts from me
fulfillment
aging hand unfolds soft palm up to the skyline caressing her pastÂ
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M. Brazfield is a Gen Xâer born and raised in Los Angeles, California. She is an untrained writer and enjoys sharing her work on her blog WORDS LESS SPOKENÂ on Word Press. Her inspiration comes from life in Los Angeles, particularly Downtown.
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My
child is
feigning now.
A big faker;
an academy award performance.
The absence of tears running down her face
is a huge clue!
A little
actress. FRAUD!
**This is for all the parents who have been here. đ Those little stinkers! LOL
Sunset from the front balcony of Septenary Winery 
