Sunday Writing Prompt: Poem – Free Verse – “Lady Hawk” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to Scribblers Dip of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Sunday Prompt. P.S, for the purposes of this poem a falcon has cleverly transformed herself into a hawk. 

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Credit: Scribblers Dip – Collage, Quote – Oscar Wilde

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Lady hawk, 

Brilliant feathers flocked. 

Climbing unfathomable —

Heights. 

Swoops down low, 

Prey cannot run. 

Has no safe place. 

Cannot see —

In pitch blackness, 

Stars guiding, 

Ignoring for —

Threats from above; 

Cause anxiety, 

To triple. 

The solace —

Of illusions, 

Never enough. 

Lady hawk, 

And her sins; 

Indelible, 

Cannot be erased. 

We yearn for, 

We think we’ve forgotten, 

Fondness for crimes. 

Evil inside us, 

A lure; 

Turning Rights, 

To bitter Wrongs. 

Though we think, 

All people —

Have innate goodness;

Rather, I say —

Innately we —

Forever choose,

Crimes, 

‘Neath delicious —

Sinful starry nights. 

It’s only those, 

Who pray 

For alteration, 

We choose to do, 

Well for others —

Where goodness, 

Can be found. 

Not only self-serving, 

Serving others, 

Above all else, 

Not afraid, 

To aid, 

Though we’ve, 

Forever been, 

Put out, 

Into the night, 

Mice running, 

From Lady Hawk, 

For goodnesses’ —

Freely done. 

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Poem: Free Verse – “A Congested Mind” #poetry #amwriting 


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They call it the unknown

The future lying before you. 

No matter if you’re psychic, 

No one knows what happens. 

There are varied scenarios,

Ways it could play out, 

But truly we don’t know the future

It’s a mystery creeping forward, 

And it pulls us along on our knees.

Whether we go willingly, 

Or go kicking and screaming;

Time marches in to the beat,

Of father time’s own drum. 

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I don’t know what’s coming, 

I know worrying won’t help. 

I think sometimes I try to give advice, 

Reassuring myself in kind. 

There are bright possibilities, 

Hoping people become, 

More kind than they are mean to each other. 

Pray people look-out for each other, 

But sometimes I think society is self-centred. 

I admit to such fault and others too,

But I’m still fearful;

When I think of a year or two ahead, 

I’m afraid what if it’s not the right plan? 

Experience deftly taught me,

Plans are dim outlines of reality. 

Mostly, life goes where it goes

And God only knows where or why. 

Leading us through dark valleys, 

Into trenches with piercing bullets flying. 

Into classrooms with screaming kids, 

A gunmen on the loose. 

He leads us through to people, 

Whose power makes one nervous. 

How even democracy isn’t safe —

A tyrant could rule all. 

Maybe the world will surprise me, 

But I fear for the little person. 

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My own personal fears weigh heavy, 

Though others bear pains greater. 

Of lawyers and cases, 

Of corruption and crime. 

Those crimes we deem terrible;

Those crimes brushed under the rug. 

Greed and all those other sins,

Abhorred but freely ignored. 

Though I can never say what’s worse —

My own flaws or imperfections

Or those I’m faced with. 

Stress shows through cracks, 

Egg yokes running. 

No one likes raw eggs except in cookie dough

The future is overwhelming. 

But at least they’ll still be cookie dough, 

And I don’t know why —

I’m particular and observant

Why I know it’s better to be alone

Than be truly alone with another. 

Why I wait for that spark

Why I wait for the morning dawn. 

A smile in his eyes which is genuine

Wherever he is. 

But maybe happiness is a puppy

Paws following me on the hardwood, 

Barks at random sounds. 

The glory of a puppy skidding down —

The off leash trail and wheeling;

Turning around to jump on me, 

To pick her up when she’s tired. 

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My bones are stiff and ridged

My dreams fall to despair

So many books and writers, 

And not anyone can compare

How to rise above the masses, 

Or fill your own niche contented. 

But perhaps one could be something

Success in small moments. 
Afraid and weighted

Need to cry, tears unshed, 

Because disease is cruel. 
Even if Heaven is the end of the tunnel,

So many words are left unsaid

The timing of it all, does it work? 

I feel alienated

Though I try hard to keep the connection

It’s all in your planning Lord;

So must I say, your will be done.

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Free Verse – ” Thoughts Spinning Before Thursday Night’s Sleep” #amwriting #poetry



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Spinning rhymes it’s my design.

I don’t why I am inclined.
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I’m elated to write and tell my stories,

Truth and falsehood, real and imagined glories. 

But tonight I think, I’m drained; editing all day.

Functioning through each line in my own way,

Build a dream, imagine a story which could be told,

Hope I don’t have to show my hand and fold.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.

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So much to research and to discover, 

Learning a never ending process and a dangerous lover.

Once you’ve tasted knowledge, it’s hard to forget the flavour;

Addictive, sweet chocolate, dark and soft inside, dissolving in my mouth; I savour. 

Cannot forget the price of knowledge, it needs to be applied. 

What good is knowing if we never use and try.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.
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Knowledge becomes experience and while we’re alive,

There’s need to know, about the paths which lead us to thrive.

They’re places which ensnarl our lives and never let go,

A wise person learns, to not tumble down, into a black hole.

The complexity of knowledge so vast, 

Keep stumbling through life; it goes by fast.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.
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Help others whenever, wherever;

Let the words flow, and never let goodwill sever.

I’m alive and I’m well;

Though the summer heat already swells.

Not built for hot weather; ancestors from climates snowy.

But, I’m not a fan of bitter cold either you know.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.
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Autumns the time with fresh air and red leaves floating;

But in summer sometime, I’d like to try house boating.

Down the river flowing, all the showers I want;

Soaking in the sun, a life less daunting.

Realizing in my bathing suit, I was skinny when I thought I was fat,

And I miss being as fat as I was in my younger years past.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.

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When I was in my early-twenties, we drank and ate all we pleased,

Know we count are calories, eat little, as if eating were a disease.

It’s problematic to let the children see how their parent’s party.

But I’m sure in a short while, they’ll have their own parties start.

Tired, now wishing for a descent slumber; peace in sleep, 

Thursday night thoughts to count sheep.

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Spinning rhymes, it’s my design, 

I don’t know why I’m inclined.
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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved.