Poetry Samples

Poetry Samples


In how many Trojan scenarios shall I be your suffragette?
A wise man told me “suffering is common” – that was his sentiment
Draw me up introspectively a study in human betrayal
I cast shadows of doubt on gravestones reading, HOPE
Even as the dark underbelly of the horse comes alive

Red Rover with Sadnes + Contempt

Good ole soul
You comfort me least
When world’s troubles manifest
You run away from limbs,
Hide in some ethereal plane or what
Then thoughts run, slicing through happy hopes
Hold hands in prayer, link ‘em like fence
Soul trouble you make me play –
Red Rover with sadness + contempt

Eat the World

Rumi says, We are sent to eat the world

And we find a million struggles the same as one


Foiled at the first attempt

Brought down to our knees


In depression desolate, destroyed

As the nature of woman – broken

Broken apart by shame and abandoned


Beyond the walls of the secret garden, we are

Crowded inside our heads


The statue of woman lonely for recognition

For queen status, for kind hands folded delicately


To be brought back to life with a kiss

For a taste of pie, tart on the lips and hot

For pie a la mode, with the cool sweetness on top


Woman in lust for the rough and rugged cutting

Souls open, legs open, our bodies receiving

The life essence coming


And we moaning sounds like crying

We shake,

Our tongues fat flesh knead like dough


Pulled from the fire ready

Jesus is knocking

Hard on the outside, sounds hollow within

Some People

Some people want to hide a shameful act
Lock it in a box, stash it under the bed
Some people hide their secrets in other people
With threats to cement silence,
Or rely on a shared sense of guilt
Wrapped up in social conformity, in a word – expectation
Some people are concerned more for the after-end result
Than the now- think before act/speak
And take moral offense when their dirty deeds are outed
By would-be-not victims, or those who receive dear confessions
Some people forget intention holds sweet soul essence
And focus on outward action – so often they then forget
The inner world is sacred, precious, truth
And though external acts would be reflection,
They make a muddy mirror at best


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