"My Poem Things Did Get Better"

On occasion, I will read over my old poems and edit my work.  Time gives the advantage of perfecting oneself and learning to be masterly over ones art.
One in particular I came across was "Things Will Get Better".  When re-reading this poem, I could see tears leaving their ink splatters across the page.  I could feel the sorrow.

I felt this poem was not to be touched, for it showed how far I have come in life's spider web.  I have left myself far behind and walk upon a different road altogether.  For that, I am grateful.
This is something that does not come easy.  We must be conscious of every action and thought through out each and every day.  Of course there will be days that we slip and that is where the human side comes into play.   Put yesterday in your pocket and use today as a learning instrument and guide.

After reading one of my old poems, "Things Will Get Better" was created.  Now I truly understand why the gift of writing and poetry was given to me as I matured.  I now appreciate the ups and downs in lifeand the lessons given.
  I stand here today, a much  content, joyful person, with great understanding of nature and mankind, and for that I will always remain grateful.
My poetry permits me to see what is going on in my life and it enables me to throw away the poison that permeates within.

With each poem I write, a great lesson is learned and understood.   
 I may never be recognized as an "Emily Dickerson", but my gift was a gift sent from the heavens giving me the opportunity to see the light and not live in darkness.
I hope all that reads my poems will enjoy!  For me the greatest gift is sharing my work with the world.

Things Did Get Better

Thoughts were written a time ago

There was sadness abound each line

This is the feelings when pen went to paper

Reason gift was given is now understood

Each dot of ink poisons extracted

Tasting foul reminders of yesterday

One particular story sheds mountains

One can see how far road was taken

Channel behind merely a pin dot of dark

What lies ahead is a knight in shining armor

When children fight dragons

Justice is a field of wildflowers

Things Will Get Better

Face book and reunions that’s her thing!

When you live in a mansion the ten o’clock news is good

Or is it

For some it brings on orgasms

Same old news replays over in my head

I’ve fallen down the hill

It’ll get better heard thousand of times

Threw up my sword when the song was sung

These days I am silent and I smile

My thoughts go into a secret garden

Script was rolled tightly when baby was born

Can’t believe I’m on other side of fence

Still crying, still depressed

Believe that I would never take back the scars of the dragon?

  Either do I

   But it’s true!

Would never change a thing

A party of the grandest is waiting

Do you hear the applause?

I am home

One Love

Intonations of silence deep within chambers
Thousand stallions running, thunderous freedom
To feel childlike awakes spirit embodying our soul
A force so strong, never expecting a taken prisoner
Bath in warmth, feeling ecstasies tentacles
Entwining of the serpents confirms she is there

Taken for granted our gifts are given
Vines fall gracefully from the heavens
The lover does not grasp unyielding
She falls unfamiliar, a cloak of shadow swathes
Peeling one layer a turn, she converts with earth
A sunflower resurrects a virgin once more

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Man whistles tune; the reeds freeze to listen

Woman breast feeds infant while piglets suckle

Man intoxicated from lilacs perfume; lilacs smell man and shutter

Human race killing for greed, jealousy, or just because

Kingdom of beast kills for survival

Now tell me, who is the higher hierarchy?

Who is learning from who?

Chain of command was named by man

That scares me

What about you

My Poem "Sweet William"

This particular poem may be a bit to grasp.  I was a guest at a baby shower.   This poem is a representation of my memory.
The curtains represent a pause in the writing.  My wish is to captivate my readers and bring them to another scene.  If you read "Hold Those Ghosts", my poem will bring a better understanding of "Sweet William".
I had such a nice time and wanting to immortalize my memory, what better way then a poem!

Please enjoy the strange and captivating poem "Sweet William"

Sweet William

Wind whispers through meadow of wildflowers picking up dead silence

Femininity hatching second chick

Mystery does not exist, they all hold crystal balls

Hen’s gossip caught in whirlwind frenzy

Cackling as fast as time permits

Guest of honor arrives; husband and baby towing

Ambrosia fit for a queen’s pallet

There is air escaping dominoes’ does its magic

Curtains draw receiving preparation for the second show

Audience sits at attention

Tiny treasures are hung

Jaws drop like puppets commencing to speak

Breaths held as excitement claims center stage

Her head cocked hearing miniscule voice

William, sweet William I hear and obey

William buzzing with animation

Tell her this and tell her that

Validation of life’s journey knows no lies

Water spills so gracefully

Adoration for woman brings great elation

Wind was now still

Silly stupid grins departing one by one

My book once again tells a novel tale

William, sweet William, you overflow my cup