Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Death Throes by Jack (Poem)
“Knucklebones”,
He laughed
Amid tossed Hexes and voodoo
As Death dragged on by its Achilles
Kicking and screaming
Refusing to surrender
Inside these pale and peeling walls
Every crooked midnight
Trading melancholia for soothsayers
Soothe-wanters
Soothe-takers
Wretched wits for cobwebs
Donned like forlorn hairnets
Never giving a day longer
But steeling so many away
A haunted spectrum
Between the grays
And the shades
Woeful souls
Dancing on whispering curtains
Playing the game.
© Expressions by Christine 10/27/10
Sunday, October 24, 2010
The Burden (Poem)
Your eyes sparkled
And I watched
For reactions
Between and back and forth
As your giddy hands
Presented her
With the crystal vase
Stuffed with Godiva chocolates
Tied up
In cellophane and pretty scarlet-colored ribbons
And “Oh, after I eat all these
Yummy chocolates,
I can put the gorgeous vase
On my mantle”
Wide lipsticked smile – Wide lipsticked smile
Laughter – Laughter
More smiles
Right next to all the other
High-priced fakery
I assume.
When you turned for my gift
Your eyes went sparkle-less
And yes, I am not the excitable type-
Plain paper removed
My obvious thrift store purchase
Feeling like
A burden
That I don’t know what to do with
I weakly smile
As fake as the high-priced fakery
On the mantle
And squeak out a thank you
Not excitable
And not exactly stupid either.
And we all turn
To get on with our happy lives.
© Expressions by Christine 10/22/10
And I watched
For reactions
Between and back and forth
As your giddy hands
Presented her
With the crystal vase
Stuffed with Godiva chocolates
Tied up
In cellophane and pretty scarlet-colored ribbons
And “Oh, after I eat all these
Yummy chocolates,
I can put the gorgeous vase
On my mantle”
Wide lipsticked smile – Wide lipsticked smile
Laughter – Laughter
More smiles
Right next to all the other
High-priced fakery
I assume.
When you turned for my gift
Your eyes went sparkle-less
And yes, I am not the excitable type-
Plain paper removed
My obvious thrift store purchase
Feeling like
A burden
That I don’t know what to do with
I weakly smile
As fake as the high-priced fakery
On the mantle
And squeak out a thank you
Not excitable
And not exactly stupid either.
And we all turn
To get on with our happy lives.
© Expressions by Christine 10/22/10
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Patchwork of Miles (Poem)
Monday, October 11, 2010
She Releases Her Angels (Poem)
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Autumn Rushes By (Poem)
Monday, October 4, 2010
You Fill Me Up (Poem)
As gentle as yellow
You fill me up
With expressions of here and now
Then and there
Cautious and carefree
Simply -as what was seeded here-
I see you as you
And me as me
Reaching our heights
Mind to mind
Eye to eye
Ear to ear
Tongue to tongue
Heart to heart
And creatively metaphoric
As petals to stamen
In a crazy rush of summer wind
I gather you.
©Expressions by Christine 6/3/09
Sunday, October 3, 2010
The Choosing (Poem)
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