Mad Rambling # 1

Tags

heartache, hope, love, poems, poems about love, Poems about relationships, poetry

WARNING MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE

Hope

hush

 

listen

 

heart’s  flit, fluttering,

first sight,

first glimpse,

 

hope tiptoeing

pirouetting

 

lust thundering in

drums rolling

matador,

red flag raised,

daring bull to strike,

 

can you hear it

 

my heart a violin

 playing,

softly now

luring,

siren calling

 

waltz

 with me

a top a plateau

as high as can be,

around,

and around

slowly now,

runnnn,

jump

 

down

 

wooosshhhh

 

flyyyyy

soar the wind

 

up

 

up

above the clouds

between our heavens

 

gliding,

 

floating

 

waltz with me

 faster, 

faster, faster

twirling , whirling,

 

 oblivion,

 

play violins play,

 

thud,

 thunk

rustling,

bed creaking,

REALITY,

 

splat

splat

splat

 

hush

 

listen

 

violins…

 ************************

 

 

TOMORROW MORN

Tags

Abuse, child abuse in Papua New Guinea, children, Family Violence, heartache, husbands and wives, love, parents, Physical abuse, poems, poems about abuse, poems about child abuse, poetry, Violence against Children, Women

Just to Be

Tags

expections, Family, God, heartache, love, Poems about God, relationships, sadness, Soul search, tired, weary

 

 

Just to be

Hear me

these shoulders

 heavy laden

I plod in the field

amongst

 the blossoms and weeds

send your angels

to carry me

 

here I stand

still the storm

around

and inside

me

 

arms outstretched

waiting

send the wind

to pick me up

take me to

 where you be

 

I am weary

I yearn

 just to be

send a moonbeam

for me to climb

 

no minds

no expectations

no obligations

no nothing

just to be

 

here take my heart

it burdens me

remove the splinters

lodged deep

 

hear me

I slump

waiting

my God

answer

me

 

send

 me

a rainbow

a dove

a sunrise

a promise

of what

tomorrow

brings

 

so

tomorrow

I can just be

 *********

 

 

 

Crumbs

Tags

children, Family, heartbroken, love, poems, poems about neglect, poetry

Crumbs

 

A crumb,

please,

a tiny,

weensy,

piece,

 

whatever,

you can give,

a glance,

a smile,

a “hello,”

 

maybe

tomorrow,

my drawing you can see,

or a sand castle we can build,

 

I

play

at your feet,

until

you

notice

me

HANDS

Tags

love, mom, Mother, mummy, poems, poems about parental love, poetry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hands 

In these hands,

a journey be,

legend of the person,

who used to be, 

 

calloused palms,

scarred knuckles,

crooked fingers, 

 

hands,

that should,

not,

be, 

 

hands that scream,

another truth,

different reality, 

 

hands that,

drive me,

down the trail,

 

you hobble,

walked,

skipped,

toddled,

 

to the woman,

whose hands,

these be,

 

hands that,

carried

me, 

 

once

shrugged off,

 angrily,

now

I treasure

 for

now

I SEE

 

******

 

 

 

In Bed with Me #2

Tags

dark, Family, heartache, love, parents, passion, poems, Poems about women, poetry, relationships, sad poems

In my bed

 we lie,

all three of we,

 

a clone,

a ghost,

 and me,

 

pain roars for battle,

against

my unseen enemy,

 

to inflict,

the same,

 as was

dealt to me,

  

my spirit prances,

eager for a war,

lost,

before it begins.

 

against an apparition,

for a clone,

I do not know,

 

we dine,

my bond,

his shackles,

next to me,

  

across from me,

beside the moon and stars,

he sits,

 

a mannequin,

blood red,

 painted on grin,

 

I touch,

 but do not feel,

 

I speak,

 He grins,

 

here we lie,

a clone,

 lying beside,

a ghost,

who lies,

 next to me

******

#2

 

 

In bed with Me #1

Tags

heartbreak, jealousy, love, love poems, lust, poems, poems about betrayal, poetry, relationships, sad poems

Taunting

 teasing

hinting

toying

daring

we dance

entwined

in

lustful tussle

back

forth

in

deep within

waves lick

constantly

until I’m consumed

insecurity

and

jealousy

making love to me

******

An old poem I wrote years ago and found while spring cleaning. I have two with the same title.

SAME AS HE

Tags

love, parents, poems, poems about heartache, poems about love, poetry

 Stream of life,

flowing through me,

capsize for all to see,

the same in me,

as he,

did not he who made him,

make me,

didn’t the heart that molded him,

shape me,

the womb that carried him,

hold me,

cut this shroud that covers my bones,

the same as his own,

drum of life beating in me,

stronger in me,

than in he,

so why,

him,

and not me

*******

I am a woman so I belong to my husband’s people according to my custom.  In PNG it differs across the provinces. So everything my dad has will be passed to his sons. I can not go home to my village unless widowed  or divorced. While other woman have they are at the mercy of their brothers. As for me, I have found my own way. I am happy with my life but sometimes it hurts.

I tried to stay away but couldn’t. This is my outlet, this is my vent. Thank you for all your comments. I cherish them.

Merry Christmas

Tags

celebration, christmas, Christmas message, love

 My Christmas Gift

Under my Christmas Tree

stunning wrapped presents

for all my friends and family

empty

except for a single sheet

written on each

a promise from me

a promise

I will fight to keep

no more excuses

no more busy me

more phone calls

more emails

more date nights

more girls nights

more playtime

more of

me

in return

I know

I will receive

priceless

irreplaceable

memories

 ___________

I would like to say Merry Christmas to everyone.

For those of you that don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope you have a great holiday.

Peace, love and joy be with you all my friends.

Maiya

Tick tock

Tags

Babies, child, Family, heartache, love, parents, poems, Poems about babies, Poems about women, poetry

tick tock

Body clock

tick tock tick tock

timetable shot

tick tock tick tock tick tock

still empty cots

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

make it stop

tick tick tick tick

pleassse help me God

tock

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Been trying to have a baby for  a while now so this piece came from that experience.  I wish it was as easy as my 8yr old said, “just go to the store and get one.”   When I sat down to write it, all I could get was the clock ticking in my head.