They made you feel like a burden, borne by those stronger than thee. They would push, pull & carry, help but complain constantly! Some days they would milk it more, martyrs pushing your wheelchair. “Look strangers, aren’t I lovely for pushing her here to there?” They made you feel like a burden, baggage best left … More Burden Unburdened
Do you remember them with paper poppy pinned proud on shirt lapel? That tiny token to those tin soldiers who died in fields of hell? Do you remember them with sad silence stretched two minutes long? Ninety million men mourned with tears torrents and sombre song. Can you imagine bullets, bombings, barrages, bringers of blood? … More Do You Remember?
#Fake She stars on social media, with her perfect, popular kid. And her genius gorgeous husband and that fabulous thing he did! Her meals are all worth photos, the most delicious ever seen! She models, works, wines, dines, makes delightful homemade cream! Her holidays are out of this world – says her flag flies on … More Daily Prompt: Hyperbole (#Fake)
The invasion came not with a bang but with a subtle sigh. They are amongst us, masquerade, made like you & I. Cold on the inside, insidious, only darkness within. Sneaking sneers, soulless smiles, hide in human skin. No shots were fired, for end was wise, wicked, quick. Instead of sending soldiers, skin walkers … More Daily prompt: Copycat
No Rest For While we await sleep, so weak, weary. Drizzle drips down, December dank dreary. Pitter-pat tiptoe drops, descending despair. Then a howl harasses, rips through the air. Eyes wide open, howl hollering “Hear ye!” My heartbeat hurtles at sad sound so eerie. Lighting lantern then grabbing cane, gruesome groan grows “Hear!” again. … More Daily Prompt: Eerie (No Rest For)
Well, will we wither together? Forever can I be by your side? Will we reminisce on day of bliss, this kiss from a beautiful bride? Well, will we wither together? Never the smile leave our face? When wrinkles weave webs on us and time takes toll on our pace? Well, will we wither together? Weather … More Will We Wither?
Unable to speak plain, so here’s a clue. The tea she serves me is a bitter brew. Strained & mixed with such salty tears yet I still drank it down for many years. The cup it is in seems ancient, cracked, my heavy heart hangs equally wracked. Chipped, scarred, pictured porcelain peeling. Some wounds can … More Blues, Blood & Another Cup of Tea
Side by side in the darkened room, strain sight seeking sweet smile. Hold her close to feel her love and also warm her for a while. Outside the sun could sing, cars croon or parrots purr and I’d still sooner sit here in the darkened room with her. Side by side in the darkened room … More In the Darkened Room
Hello Followers! I hope you can help me. I deleted a post from my site (it’s not in the trash folder either) and I would really like to recover it and publish it on my site again. I know it’s a long shot but I’m hoping that one of you still has a copy of … More Special request to my older followers
First my heart was broken and then it simply ceased to be. Beating seemed so senseless if it couldn’t beat for she. She left me bruised, battered; too weak the world to feel. So I grew cold cathartic, switched soft skin for shiny steel. I wandered to meet the Wizard but he did not have … More The Tin Man: Where Went Oz?