My imaginary friend
Lives in my heart
And in my mind
We have been friends from
When I was maybe five?
For when kindergarten rolled by
And time to sleep
Quiet time would arrive
And this was serious
One must follow the rules
And that would include –
No talking or laughing or playing the fool
Imaginary friend would knock on my door
And we could spend time together, hours galore
Friend forever for this I know
In my quiet times and all alone
Friend will be there for me
Hoping to keep me company
I love my friend and she loves me
But I cannot share her name
She has a beautiful name and a short one too
But I would never betray her like that
This is the only time I’ve ever acknowledged
Or spoken about
Or given a voice to
My beautiful sweet darling
Imaginary friend!
Tag Daily prompt
Just like Honey!!!
I am lost
Don’t know where I am
Don’t understand the language
The faces unfamiliar
I am unfamiliar
Uncomfortable
Fair skin, fair hair
Standing out from the crowd
I am part of the crowd
Eavesdropping because I can
I am in the movies now!
And I don’t have to hit replay
Ten million times
And I don’t have to watch this movie
Ten million times
My favourite in the whole world
The favourite for me
There is only one favourite of mine
And it has never changed
Finally, all will be revealed
The mystery and suspense forever gone
For what did Bill Murray ever whisper
Into the ear of Scarlet Johansson?
And how dare she ever act in another script
When she belongs so firmly, so rightly in
Lost in Translation!
Bonus YouTube – one I can set on replay
All through the night
I’ve been told its a Girlie Flick
Fine by me – I’m a girl!!
And a very nice one too!
Passion through Poetry
Viva!!!
Equality
This post seems a bit unfair
A bit too easy for someone like me
Someone brought up in a land of inequality
When my best friend and I
Could have coffee in a cafe denied
The only way we could be friends
Is that we were not schooled
In the system of the state
But in a convent run by nuns
Where all were free no matter your skin
No matter your appearance
My friend and I
We are still friends
Bound together by love and not by chains
Avant Garde
Oh wow
I did a post
And then my nerves overruled
Not very modest of me
Not bearing much humility
I deleted it
And now I have no real post
And no poetry
😦
Does this happen to anyone else?
Massive case of insecurity?
MovingTowardsTheLight! (short version)
My life is a mess and this is why!
MovingTowardsTheLight.com
Passion through Poetry
Viva
Writing or should that be Type?
My bedroom is a total mess
My living room and kitchen too
A simple reason for this does exist
My mind was hijacked by the pen
Now all I want to do is write
Or more truthfully
It should be known as type
Even now the lights are off
Everyone fast asleep
But I am listening to the rain
And all I want to do is
Write or should that be known as type?
Passion through Poetry
Viva!!!
Holding Thumbs – Haiku
Holding Thumbs in South
Africa is the same as
Fingers crossed elsewhere
Vote with your likes! Verbose entry or Haiku?
Baby Days
One-Way Street
Nights that never seem to end
Screaming bundles of fleshly life
Lack of sleep and any calmness too
When living each day brings so much strife
It is a cliche, and I will admit
No new parent will agree
But those early times come and go
Babies lives pass so quickly!
If I could travel future or past
It would be to those early days
When little blessings were afforded me
Time passed by in such a haze
If I knew then what fine people
Those tiny bundles would grow into
I would savor each day and night
My baby gifts, I love you!
The Great Debate
The light flicks on, and what do I see?
A pile of books looking at me
Scan through the list to find want interests most
Surely there will be a simple clue to answer this post?
But no, what we have is this!
A Book of rhyming poetry
Fiction for both young and those aging
A modern inspirational autobiography
Atop a classic penned by Dale Carnegie
A Thousand Splendid Suns
And How to Heal my Heart and Life!
Compilers and guides to grow my mind
A magazine, too, thrown in on the side!
But from all of these
Fine books piled up and never quite read
My very favorite words must surely be
This simple poem gifted to me!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-great-divide/
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