The smoke dissolves
Revealing her shape
A litheness of figure
About to escape.
In the dark corners
Where fear abounds
She hides in waiting
Making no sound.
Ruled by no rhyme
Or reason apparent
We call her to action
Our need is inherent.
We beg and we plead
And try to make deals
If she answers our often
Impassioned appeals.
Oh, Mercy, where are you
When I need you most?
As if she once left
And is merely a ghost.
So, she dwells inside her secret lair
Despised as if she isn't fair
Yet in the darkness of despair
Our lady Mercy's always there.
Always There
Always There
I'm staying here, the heat is on. My last post was sucked away before i had a chance to read it. 

Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
Always There
Paula wrote: I'm staying here, the heat is on. My last post was sucked away before i had a chance to read it. 
You're so precious! I'm honoured you chose my poem for shelter. A little Mercy for everyone, yes?

You're so precious! I'm honoured you chose my poem for shelter. A little Mercy for everyone, yes?
Always There
Koan you have just been flushed down the toilet. But you know what--you are soft, strong & you last long....hang in there baby write me another one.
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
Always There
The person doing the "flushing" missed the handle. I'm still here :-6
Always There
Missed the handle, now thats a GOOD one KOan. Leave it to you. Okay, let me analyze this one.
As the entries decended I thought, this can't be real
Without a thought there might be time, lets be sureal
So, as i eliminated my thoughts the odor did not appeal
I said to myself, for sure this had to be the last meal
The meat--so to speak was worth swallowing as words
The digestion started and then the fullness of conversation
was satisfied.
As the entries decended I thought, this can't be real
Without a thought there might be time, lets be sureal
So, as i eliminated my thoughts the odor did not appeal
I said to myself, for sure this had to be the last meal
The meat--so to speak was worth swallowing as words
The digestion started and then the fullness of conversation
was satisfied.
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.
Always There
That's awesome, Paula!
You should give it its own thread and write more!
You should give it its own thread and write more!
Always There
Another great one. :yh_worshp :yh_hugs :yh_worshp
Always There
Koan & Ken, i have no abilities as a poet. But i need to share the fact, i laugh so hard when writing you cannot imagine what this brings out in me! I hope no-one thinks i mean business, i am joking. You have to admit i try like hell to be a poet? Hey maybe i have just invented a form of poetry? self healing? :yh_peace
No its called being confined with a handicapped man. My husband is getting out now, thank the lord, there may be life after a near death experience.... :yh_beatup
No its called being confined with a handicapped man. My husband is getting out now, thank the lord, there may be life after a near death experience.... :yh_beatup
Everyone has these on their face? TULIPS.