Poetry isnât an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isnât a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isnât swimming. Poetry is water.
I wonder if you ever read my poems and wish they were written for you.
Everything is temporary, almost like a passing fase, some of laughter Some of pain. What we would do, If we had the chance to explore What we had taken for Granted the very day before, Some would say I'm selfish, To hold a little sadness in my eyes, But they don't feel the sorrow When I can't do, all that helps me feel alive. I can express my emotions, but I can't run wild and free, My mind and soul would handle it but hell upon my hip, ankle and knees, This disorder came about, as a friendship said its last goodbyes, Soooo this is what I got given for all the years I stood by? I finally stand still to question it, life it is in fact? What the fuck is the purpose of it all if you get stabbed in the back? And after the anger fills the air, the regret takes it places, I never wanted to be that girl, Horrid, sad and faded... So I took with a grain of salt, my new found reality, I am not of my pain, the disability doesnt define me. I find away to adjust, also with the absence of my friend, I trust the choices I make, allow my heart to mend. I pick up the pieces I retrain my leg, I find where I left off And I start all over again, You see what happens... When a warrior gets tested; They grow from the ashes Powerful and invested. So I thank all this heartache, As I put it to a rest, I move forward with my life And I'll build a damn good nest.
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. She hath no questions, she hath no replies.
(This is from a tribute poem to Ronnie James Dio: Former lead vocalist of the band Rainbow, Black Sabbath. This is written with all the titles of the hit songs of DIO. The titles are all in upper case) You can âCATCH THE RAINBOWâ â âA RAINBOW IN THE DARKâ Through âROCK & ROLL CHILDRENâ âHOLY DIVERâ will lurk âBEFORE THE FALLâ of âELECTRAâ âALL THE FOOLS SAILED AWAYâ âJESUS,MARY AND THE HOLY GHOSTâ- âLORD OF THE LAST DAYâ âMASTER OF THE MOONâ you are When my âONE FOOT IN THE GRAVEâ With our âBLACKâ, âCOLD FEETâ, âMYSTERYâ of âPAINâ you crave Youâre âCAUGHT IN THE MIDDLEâ, âBETWEEN TWO HEARTSâ When âHUNGRY FOR HEAVENâ âHUNTER OF THE HEARTâ hurts âFALLEN ANGELSâ âFEED MY HEARTâ âFEVER DREAMSâ âFEED MY HEADâ âI AMâ âANOTHER LIEâ âAFTER ALL (THE DEAD)â Not âGUILTYâ if you âHIDE IN THE RAINBOWââ With your perfect âGUITAR SOLOâ âDONâT TELL THE KIDSâ to âDREAM EVILâ Donât âGIVE HER THE GUNâ to follow âDONâT TALK TO STRANGERSâ Those âEVIL EYESâ can see âLORD OF THE NIGHTâ âMISTREATEDâ; âMY EYESâ hate to fancy âSHAME ON THE NIGHTâ âTURN UP THE NIGHTâ Now itâs âTIME TO BURNâ âTWISTEDâ âVOODOOâ does âWALK ON WATERâ And today its our turn âBLOOD FROM A STONEâ âBORN ON THE SUNâ Iâm âBETTER IN THE DARKâ âBREATHLESSâ The âPRISONER OF PARADISEâ you are! Forever you are deathless âSACRED HEARTâ âSHIVERSâ Laying âNAKED IN THE RAINâ âTHIS IS YOUR LIFEâ- â WILD ONEâ! Your âGOLDEN RULESâ we gain âIN DREAMSâ âI SPEED AT NIGHTâ Iâm âLOSING MY INSANITYâ âANOTHER LIEâ: âCOMPUTER GODâ Your âHEAVEN AND HELLâ- my vanity! By âKILLING THE DRAGONâ âI COULD HAVE BEEN A DREAMERâ Iâm âTHE LAST IN LINEâ To âSCREAMâ Like an âINVISIBLEâ screamer Now that you are gone âTHE END OF THE WORLDâ is here âSTRAIGHT THROUGH THE HEARTâ âPUSHâ âJUST ANOTHER DAYâ in fear âCHILDREN OF THE SEAâ â DYING IN AMERICAâ Is it âDEATH BY LOVEâ? âFACES IN THE WINDOWâ looking for A âGYPSYâ from above Dear âSTARGAZERâ from âSTRANGE HIGHWAYSâ Our love âHEREâS TO YOUâ âWE ROCKâ âONE MORE FOR THE ROADâ The âOTHER WORLDâ anew âONE NIGHT IN THE CITYâ with âNEON KNIGHTSâ âTHE EYESâ âSTAY OUT OF MY MINDâ The âSTARSTRUCKâ âSUNSET SUPERMANâ Is what we long to find âTHE MAN WHO WOULD BE KINGâ Is the âINSTITUTIONAL MANâ âSHOOT SHOOTâ to âTURN TO STONEâ âWHEN A WOMAN CRIESâ to plan To âSTAND UP AND SHOUTâ before â THE KING OF ROCK AND ROLLâ Though âGOD HATES HEAVY METALâ âEAT YOUR HEART OUTâ to reach the goal. From the poem- Holy Dio: the Diver (A tribute to Ronnie James Dio)
Here's another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated to you. There isn't anything left to be said but I will spend my life trying to put you into words. You who is every goodness, every optimism and hope. Your love is a better fate for me than anything I could wish for. If you are a part of me, then youâre the best part. And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination. But Iâve become a weary traveller, so please, let us never be apart.
Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass by Between shrouds of life and haze sun rays die
I left the bank because they wouldnât deposit my cheque of poems. So I went to the store, but they didnât accept my currency of words. So I boxed all my stories and took them to charity. But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead. I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?
Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.