Thank you for a wonderful community on WordPress, and for your support and encouragement this year.
If anyone would like to read a PDF of my PTP book please let me know, and I will send you a copy!
Happy Holidays!
Tag poetry
Above All
I felt envy
A feeling I did not want
Or want to admit
Or want to feel
Or want to own
And yet
It was a feeling
I had to admit
I had to feel
I had to own
In a world
Of blessing
And grace
I am bound
To nature
To self
To want
To desire
To envy
And above all
To love
Six Word Story – 5 and 6
Everyone has a bad taxi story
My taxi story; little black dress
Spread the Love, Because We Say So
Sharing the love from MACBOFISBIL 💝
It’s amazing how much love can be spread through a keyboard
The first full year of MACBOFISBIL, that wonderful acronym I created nearly three years ago, is almost coming to a close. It has been a wonderful year in 2015 and I have made a lot of progress on this activity that I once thought was so daunting I would never make much progress, but I have. Okay, so there are still no guest posts but maybe that will happen in 2016? Who knows what next year will bring to this blog that finally got some wheels at the end of 2014 and this year?
Today is unofficially Spread the Love day. It’s a way to break us out of the bubble some of us have gotten into.
Yeah, it’s not good of me to do this but I’ve been getting skimpy on reading others blog posts in the last…
View original post 846 more words
Desperation
My tears etch tracks
Down the sides of my face
Flowing unhindered
Unseen
My cries break the silence
Of the overcast day
Speaking of anguish
Unheard
My torment is ignored
And in all my sorrow
My pain
I feel like you don’t love me
And if I need to say that again
It feels as though
You don’t love me
Merciless Dawn
Accusations
Scream inside my mind
Challenging
My every move
My every word
I close my eyes
And dream
Of life
And
Freedom from
The world around
The world within
Battles fought
And many lost
I am free until
A merciless
Dawn
Returns me to
My inner
Strife
Six Word Poems #I-IV
My life is in your hands
My life is in my hands
Your life is in my hands
Your life is in your hands
Walking to You
There is a journey I’m walking
Walking alone
The path is marked out
To futures unknown
Long distance between us
Stretches ahead
The hours that separate
I patiently tread
Chasm
It has been nearly two years since I last returned ‘home’. A loved one said to me that he dreams about me at night. Distance separates so that others dream of me, as I dream of my mother who has long passed away. And yet I am still alive. Often we hear or even say, the world nowadays is connected and has become so small. But yet, when souls are separated, the world doesn’t feel small at all. It feels as if there are great chasms that exist, insurmountable to pass.
I am here
You are there
We are apart though
Never in heart
Delicious
My flesh aches for yours
Just one more time
To feel your arms
Protecting me
I yearn for you
My lover and friend
I close my eyes to dream
Sweet dreams of kisses
So soft and delicious
That will never be
Again
Poems and Petals 