knockout beauty
agile and vibrant
a gazelle stotting
from her hideout
sensing a predator
all legs up in the air
speeding for safety
being a vegetarian
choice of light meals
dry land with no water
gives her extra strength
stamina of a runner
body of a goddess
this time she escaped
alive
recording of the above poem read by the author
baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad
trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears
feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off
like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs
desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company
our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray
our need to be okay
who said life starts at forty
was delusional
recording of the above poem read by the author
vibrations through my body
cleansing an emotional charge
releasing the long held pressure
sudden burst of joy
when the waves penetrate
deeper and deeper
the feeling of elation
before contentment
with all there is
the sound of gongs
followed by crystal bowls
the perfect sound bath
still resonating in
all my cells
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flying off a push bike
little girl pink skirt
landed in the grass
helmet on the head
bewildered look
ended that fall
straight ahead her dad
who teased the act
by stretching his arms
hight into the sky
as the wheels rolled
down the road
the girl learned quickly
dads cannot be trusted
with advice on flying
without crash landing
inevitably
recording of the above poem read by the author
