***
My poetry
Reminds me of me
Thirty years ago with Daddy.
The poetry
we used to read to each other,
arguing, explaining…
in short – showing the love.
©2024, soulmary
Tag: April PAD
Poetry Is Better – Day 10.1 of April PAD
The poetry blog of Writer’s Digest through our very own Robert gave us a nice prompt – Blank Better. I decided to put Poetry in the blank, and here is the resulting poem –
Poetry Is Better
Poetry is better than most
awkward truths and silences.
It fills our souls with yearning,
tears and thoughts we want to
yell to the world or weep about.
Poetry urges us to be better,
stay better, dream wilder
sigh deeper.
What can be better than poetry?
It’s always new,
striking new,
eye-opening new.
Nothing’s better.
©2024, soulmary
Another Love and Anti-Love Set of Poems – Day 9 of April PAD
So many times I have written a Two-for-Tuesday Love-Anti-Love set, that I thought I couldn’t do it justice. Still, I think these two pulled just right. The first one is Shadorma, and the second one derives from my favourite musical of Chicago and the famous piece “All I Care About Is Love” where the lawyer plays the generous type. Here is the video for you to enjoy:
And now, for the poems
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Love is when
you make me coffee
all mornings
Not asking
what type I want or when but
simply knowing it.
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Anti-Love
“All I care about is Love
That’s what I’m here for”
Billy Flynn, Chicago Musical
The lawyer loves the money they pay,
the scandal they make,
Sensation for Miss Mary Sunshine’s newspaper
Jealousy for the husband’s repertoir.
Love is the theme of many a mellow tales,
many a lies
and the songs
cheaters lull us by.
Anti-Love could be a topic
for a rhyme worded on a
beach at the tropic.
Of Cancer
Or Capricorn?
Who knows? Or who cares?
Anti-Love is a bug in which
we all stare.
©2024, soulmary
Spring and Eclipse – Day 8 of April PAD
The Warm Weather
has been tiptoeing in the city,
throwing furtive looks in windows,
balconies and backyards.
The moon has tiptoed in front of the sun
to make us wear paper glasses online
and post prolific safety tips and random bare toes.
©2024, soulmary
Luck – Day 7 of the April PAD
Good luck you wish for.
Bad luck you wish away.
Pot luck is what you get
when others cook their way.
Is there anything we can trust about luck?
Or control about pots?
Can we stand and watch from the side,
silently acknowlegding whatever’s served?
I wish I could simply eat the pot away,
not nagging for hours every day.
Still, we don’t control our luck –
it just comes and tends to stay.
©2024, soulmary
Tell It In A Funny Way – Day 5 of April PAD
Tell It In A Funny Way
To bring all joy to life
And bask in the jolly light
of a carousel of sunshine bright.
Tell it to the crowds
so curious to know
what the latest gossip is.
Make them laugh
and forget their days
of bleakness,
holding on to fake dreams,
building their lives
on rumours.
So, tell it in a funny way
as if we still have pocketfuls of
joyride tickets.
Fun is for free, so
tell it in a funny way and
let the sunshine be!
© 2024, soulmary
A Sweet Mistake
A huge mistake – I caught the wrong bus
Then I hopped off at an unfamiliar stop
No coins for the pay phone,
No map to find my way home,
and no time to stroll around the hood.
There you stood,
almost unreal,
smiling, ethereal.
Then you ran to my rescue,
we ran together.
The picture changed in a blink –
the hallway walls were mirrors
that made the place shift,
I lost my balance, nearly fell.
Swaying with the music, you were
still so unreal and still all smiles.
The fourth realm of life, you said,
is where you are.
No more do I remember
until this moment.
Your smile remained with me
to enjoy every moment in every realm
of life.
© 2024, soulmary
Note: My regular prompt site, Poetic Asides asks for a Mistake Poem. Then, the NaPoWriMo site has an interesting prompt again: – this is the topic I choose for a title. Above, you see what it all turned to.
The Jellical Cats And I
They would come and go
in furry gangs,
step close to my bed,
look up with gleaming eyes,
waiting,
their whiskers caressing my palms.
They would step on soft paws,
days in, nights out,
cutely walking all over my stuff,
around
my world of ghastly solitude,
tabby beauties, black-and-whites, gingers
of all breeds an size.
And I’d step out of that room,
under the cold jellical moon
into the outside where
we’d search for the Heavyside layer.
©2024, soulmary
A Happy and Sad Poem – April PAD, Day 2
I remember
the second of September
and all the sorrow it brought,
along with the hussle
of thought.
I was thinking of happy
beginnings
and promises
plus hopes of sweet get-togethers
only.
All tender caresses,
all the warm words,
encouragement, laughter
All
came back as if they
were here to stay.
As if they were the only way
I knew.
But they weren’t.
I knew otherwise.
Who would have thought,
in a couple of years,
a sensible creature could forget all the pain
it believed it went through,
and would focus on wisdom, love and affection?
Who would know?
This is both happy and sad
in all of its depth – beginning and end.
And the goodbye of death.
©2024, soulmary
Poetic Asides holds its traditional Two-for-Tuesday prompt today, so we are supposed to write a happy and/or sad poem. Well, as you can see, I’ve written both in one piece.
Silver is Optimistic – Day 1 of April PAD
Silver is Optimistic
because I believe in silver.
Its shine and whiteness,
its metal lustre takes me to a fairy land
where I’m a princess,
a warrior,
but princess first.
I’m brave and elegant and loved.
Adored by all who follow me
in battle, party and hardship, as well as
sorrow and joy.
Silver is my metal – bright and
bringing splendour.
White and carrying wisdom, warmth
and solitude.
Although the world is ruled by
lovers of gold.
By vapers, false-eyelashers and
duck-lipped creatures.
Yet, Silver rules the landscape
of today’s tomorrows.
© 2024, soulmary
Poetic Asides had the prompt of an Optimistic poem. Here it is. Apart from that, I had the intention of writing a Silver poem after the last Wednesday’s prompt from the RagTag Daily Prompt Site. So, here you go. Love!