The stream (all workshops)
The modern-day floozy and bawd,
Isn’t working for your cheers nor applause.
Like a fractured mirror exposes her situation,
Whatever name she uses, false information.
Betty didn’t want to be a harlot or a floozy,
And her life is far removed from that movie.
A Pretty Woman before she turned to the trade,
Betty services men in order to get paid.
I crave a little happiness
to cheer my twilight years.
My Mom says I’ve no right to it,
and cites my ex-wife’s tears.
I pray for peace and joy filled days
to make my life worthwhile.
She says, for sweet serenity,
I’ve been too vain and vile.
Mom also says, I’ve sinned away
the day of God’s good grace.
That when true love was offered me,
I spat in true love’s face.
I don’t deny this guilt of mine;
I know my fatal flaw,
but though I don’t have angel wings,
I’m not the devil’s whore!
Our weekend on the coast
lies just a few miles ahead.
The cows we pass to our right
continue chewing their indifference.
She knows it's coming again.
"First bovine sighting: 3:15pm.
Some call them cows.", I say
with all the silliness I can muster.
My overused quip
still sparks a very slight beam
in her indulgent eyes.
"That look, right there!",
I point at her and accuse,
as I catch her smile before it fades.
Enfold me dark Angel, Enfold me,
With your Black Satin Wings draw me near,
Draw me close to your soft swollen bosom,
Draw me far from life and its fears.
Embrace me dark Angel, Embrace me,
Keep me safe in the coldness of love,
Let my mind sink to the abyss
To be held as if in silk glove.
Teach me dark Angel, teach me,
You know that to you I am true.
Though you give yourself freely to others
None will be faithful to you.
Numbness
Encompassing me
Eradicating emotions
Ever so carefully
Wrapped in a blanket
Of hopelessness and despair
The worn out face in the mirror
Blinks and wonders how we got here
The shrapnel of life
Imbedded in my mind
Frozen in time
Prisoner of the worst kind
Stainless steel on the sink
Sweetly calls my name
Promising to take away
All of the pain
Blindly loving is a curse
What comes after
Is so much worse
The noise in my head never stops
Blue is the colour of cornflowers
Blue is the colour of the sea
Blue is the colour of the big bright sky
Blue is the colour of my family
It is found in the scales of fish
It is found in the feathers of birds
It is found in the deepest of eyes
It is found but never heard
Blue is the colour of sadness
It is found in the trickle of tears
Blue is the colour of my secrets
And all of my deepest fears
If you just do what you're told, sit up straight and do your work life will be easy, simple right? That’s what we are told from the first day of school follow those simple rules and everything will work out But no one prepares you for the side that might break you. As we grow older, we learn on our own that those steps won’t get you through everything and you will have to work harder than anyone has prepared you for. The hard work you put in to just get a passing grade. It builds you up and then breaks you down.
Little Betty Thruppence
Knew some boy’s deserved comeuppance
So, if they offered her tuppence
She’d agree, but with reluctance
If they tempted her with fourpence
They’d get a comely reassurance
But Betty couldn’t take a chance
And wouldn’t agree without advance
Then she’d giggle and she’d tease
And she’d have them shaking at the knees
But the money had to change hand
Before Betty gives into demand
prepare a bath of soft water
swirl in oil of rosewood
with petals of hyacinth and lavender
that I may ready myself
for my lover on Beltane...
under the pale orb in mid sky
the horns sound, questing and low
with his wolves tracking the scent
the Beltane beast will not get far
for they shall run it to ground.
a cup of spiced clover honey meade
to wet my lips and warm my blood
to make us both sing high notes.
somewhere in the night my lover
rides in quest of "the wild hunt"
Roll over my love
Look deeply into my eyes
Kiss me one last time
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