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Old school haiku

Water, wind and fire

Nature is spectacular

Gold hues are divine.

Tuesday Haiku ๐Ÿ˜‰

‘Fire and Brimstone’

Lady dancer part 2

I love you to the moon๐ŸŒ™ and back, you say.

Wonder how I can express the weight of my heart ๐Ÿ’—

For all that you are

To me.

Each moment you’ve made me laugh

Each moment you’ve made me cry ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ

Smile ๐Ÿ˜€

I’ve learnt to reassess my own journey.

Your gracious frolic๐Ÿ’ƒ with life

Your gaiety

Your gentle approach

Rhenders me dumb founded

Confounded to

Compare the gravity ๐ŸŒŽof all you are to me

I’d have to look up for an eternity

Of starry stars ๐ŸŒŸof memories you’ve shared are incalculable.

Remarkable

10 years of Bella- bee isms

10 years a double digit daughter.

Happy birthday ๐ŸŽ‚ to the only star of clarity I’ve named as my own

Kind

of hope I can be that mother you recall as home.

I’ve always been a chancer

A blessed paid off risk to witness you take the lead as my little lady dancer ๐Ÿ•บ

Each pinkie promise fulfilled

Is a glimpse into a paradise undistilled.

I love you ๐Ÿ

Social media haiku crash

Instagram refresh

WhatsApp denied me access

Facebooks heavy burden

The stars of clarity

3 second freestyle writing that needs to work on all the me’s ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚).

Starting with the sun.

If the sun began with me
If tomorrow starts without me
I’ll live or die

Who will know but me?

The dawn would surely see
Reverential potential

That if the stars began within ย me
I’d allow them all rights to copy my vapid words.

Absolute in my vindication
The globe entirely could desecrate me.I don’t follow humans decree of mother nature’s rules

Usually..
A habitual sign of creative apathy

Nevertheless tomorrow will start- again
Infallibly

If I told you

If I told you about the sun hiding behind those dense clouds

Would you listen to the birds

No judgement obscuring your heart echoed all kindess reverberating sans sound?

If I told you I’m hopeful your frown would disappear once those beatific rays raise a trumpet of graciousness from the maelstrom without the heartbeat of sound?

No hyperbole would I wish on your demeanour

No drama I wish to demand to demand

Upon you, the courageous.

My loves

My nature -condensates

A lady of the lake I’m bound by multiple men burned my ambitious stakes.

Causing this reality to vaporise

No slumber can awake.

I rise

I rise without the tidal waves of mayan traditions

Perhaps I forsook

I live on a continent my own maker allowed me to sew piece by piece

Grains of sand did my ancestors drown making moulds of bodies with clay.

I wish you to know my character.

I wish you to know my elements like demeter-

a mother never begets her daughter.

Never left to the scriptures of men

Untold

Untaunted

Untainted

Neither ink forsaken

Neither word twisted by those history writers who forsake them.

their integrity .

My nature is conceived

Nor pre ordained by these seasonal flakes

These words are my own.

My love !

Don’t desert all we have accumulated of late.

Mad woman

Flying woman

No one knew of the flying woman

No one knew if she would fall

No one knew she hovered above

Watching those who stumbled on the cobbles after painting the town red hoping for a bloody breast to fill their stomache one night more.

Free range chickens -motherless

Hoping that no proud rooster would make an early morning call

For one night peace could be theirs thanks to the flying woman they found spread out

Life is mostly forlorn.

Buckets & spades

Sometimes life seems like all buckets and spades

And pensioners in rain jackets.

Until you look up

Dazzled by a spectrum that makes up your rainbow.

Sinners are the reason martyers exist ?

Render me unfaithful

Eternal sin stains noir shades on my skin

grief knocks at my door with a leash in his hand

reads me my rights, instructions of the feelings I will parade with a downcast glare remember this moment of shame โ€“ remember the touch of the unfamiliar intimacy

Emotions torn from the sacred part Please donโ€™t stare

Turn your eyes away -oh shame sit down I have lost my dignity โ€“ the grace to care

sinners are the reason the saints are adorned with absolute conviction in Believers prayers

(a stream of consciousness writing prompt 10 line poem REGRETS Poems_For_Life

Cupid scored

Iโ€™m convinced it is true love or close to the definition as one can come to.

You feed me physically, rehydrate me when I forget.

You feed my mind on subjects Iโ€™m passionate about sans regret.

You feed my psychological stance when it needs a new perspective

Laugh if in doubt

You never belittle me, you will tell me where you think Iโ€™m going wrong.

You believe in me, our connection, I know that money is a means to an end for the two of us.

You have a gift convincing me that I am beautiful even when Iโ€™m starting to show wear & tear.

Youโ€™ve convinced me to allow myself the risk of getting my heart broken again.

Cupid must be smiling today. He has scored.

And to add to this you

are my best friend.

( Simple words from a complex woman)