Dip and dive, twists and turns
Forming shapes and sizes
That could never be learned
Plumaged joy for all to see
As scornful sky criticizes
Winged beauty so wild and free
An unmatched mystery to all below
Flighty festoon falls and rises
Without care, fear or woe
Elastic, electric, exemplified elation
Creating endless surprises;
Ten thousand starlings’ murmuration.
For anyone that feels that
Their race is already run
That their ball is burst and flat
And they’ve seen their final Sun
When your grip is getting tired
And your grip is all you’ve got
If life leaves much to be desired
Remember…
You’re much better here than not.
Though the tunnel long and dark
Can seem impossible to fight
Every punch will make a spark
For you to guide toward the light
No matter what may lay ahead
If every hope and dream seems shot
There’s another path that you can tread
Because you are loved…
And you’re much better here than not.
“Much ado about bluffing.”
For aspiring Shakespearean actor
“A face you wouldn’t tire of punching.”
For a boxer a moot point and factor
“You’re only as young as you feel.”
Must have aged poor Christopher Reeve
Magician moonlighting in kitten-heels
“Always has a trick up her sleeve.”
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
Butcher’s pet is mauled at the zoo
Say, “With Or Without You…”, to Prince-ly brat,
“but… Nothing Compares 2U.”
The tree of life
Is embedded in grief
The rolling tears
Are a falling leaf.
Yesterday’s sorrow
Is tomorrows joy
Life’s tapestry interwoven
With death’s own ploy.
Mortality
Is essential
And impossible to avoid
But your essence and your
Spirit can never be destroyed.
“The more you learn,
The less you know.”
Scorned the Galaxy, stern
To her Stars as they glow
Glimmer.
Star bursts, “The irony isn’t lost
On me. I’m still a bright spark.”
Not realising the cost
Of stardust culminating in dark.
Dimmer.
Monarch’s bullet pierced
Stumble slowly
Stagger, ashamed yet fierce,
At demise so lowly.
From Highland glen
To walled head piece
The only peace you ken
Is when deceased.
Unimagined trees
Flattened
Into paper patterned reams
Ashes of ancestries
Scattered
Across ocean, land and streams
Worn-out communities
Tattered
Split and opened at the seams
Porcelain dreams
Shattered
Into sullen smithereens
And I wonder…
Would death have to live
And take have to give
For us to think of eachother
From a different perspective ?
Attempted humour
Shot from the hip
Becomes invading tumour
On foreign lips.
Advertising slogan
Narrow minded in sense
Is war-hungry Shogun
Commanding offence.
Facebook status or Tweet
Made without thinking
Reds your face, hands and feet
By indelible inking.
Her smile
Tells a story of it’s own
With a laugh that’s loud and wild
She belongs atop a throne.
I often
Am awestruck by her presence
Creativity and kindness
Intellect and effervescence.
Sometimes
I go frolicking in memories
Her fragments of felicity
Help to vanquish mental enemies.
Bursting
From the cocoon of childhood
I’m reminded – the direction of a
Butterfly
Isn’t always understood.
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