Original poems and prose from Angelhair

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Original poems and prose from Angelhair

*NOTE: All my poetry has been copyrighted and registered through a process known in Canada as the Queen's copyright. If you'd like to know about this simple process to copyright your work, e-mail me.

What are they saying those weird poets?

*POETS©

Poets are said to be very profound.

No sense to their words is there to be found.
Perhaps it's because they speak from the heart.
And no special meaning are they trying to impart!
Just writing of themselves and their endless pain,
and a world that some find very profane.
So don't look at their words with deep intensity
And you'll find what's there within to see!

This is one of my favorite forms for writing poems and prose.

*MIXED THOUGHTS©

A HUSBAND

needed, loved,
capable, strong, understanding.
When he's in my good graces,
My Mate!
UNFORTUNATELY
misery, tied-to,
unlistening, uncaring, unfeeling.
When I feel he's wrong ...
My Fate!

In an athletic frame of mind.

*THE PRICE©

His muscles tense,

the seventh sense
becomes aware
of his only care.
He's in his place,
they start the race,
A flash in his brain,
Here comes the pain!
He's off in a flash,
to run the dash.
The crowd goes wild!
The pain's just mild.
He rounds the bend
Nearing the end.
The muscles cramp
His forehead's damp
The pain gets stronger!
Can he take it longer?
The ribbon on his chest,
Is he still the best?
He's come in first,
the pain has burst!
It tears down his defences
and dulls his senses
But this winning once more
Has evened the score
For pain and misery
are the price of victory!

Poets are fascinated with death sometimes ...
I know I have been.

*BIRTH and DEATH©

Birth and death,

the start and end.
Light and dark,
A foe and friend.
In between?
Many happenings,
To fill empty days
Until the dark
death brings.

A Mother's love

*NO NEED©

They grasp and shove,

for her sweet love.
They fawn and dance
just for the chance
That she will smile
and talk awhile.
To speak to just one ...
the others to shun.
The small one pouts,
another shouts
Her children all,
Some short ... some tall.
Sit 'round her chair
receiving just their share.
For she's their mother
They'll have no other
that will love them true
through all they'll do
And as they grow
They'll start to go
To leave the nest
Themselves to test
Some will lose face
In this great rat race
Others will be great
Dealing with fate
This moment they'll lose
As they pay their dues;
Their priorities will be changed
Life will be rearranged.
They'll then take for granted
the love they once wanted
And will no longer shove
for her endless love!

I'd love to know how some people keep all those facts straight.

*KNOWLEDGE©

Within myself I have this need,

That whatever's written, I must read.
Whatever print I happen to spy,
I canvas it with my searching eye.
Until I feel within my mind,
That I could read if suddenly blind.
A magazine or a fine fat novel,
I read them all ... spy more to gobble.
Retain some facts? Discard the rest,
My brain's quite taxed and at a test.
A dictionary is quite close by
To aid when meaning seems to fly.
So much pulp goes through my head
Why does it leave an emptiness instead?
For when I converse with my fellow man
My mouth spouts nonsense ... all knowledge ran!

That's entertainment!

*THE ACTRESS©

Here she comes all dressed in glitter,

She gets the men's hearts to flitter.
That's the movie star you know,
The star, and highlight of the show.
Is she really what she seems?
Diamonds don't always gleam
All that perfume, silk and lace ...
Not one hair out of place.
Is she too good to be true?
That smile is stuck there, what, with glue?
What's really under that pretty facade?
I wonder out of what she's made?
She lives a life that's full of fun,
Going at a high speed run.
Doesn't have time to stop and live
Only herself she's got to give.
The crowd is screaming ... she is late!
Her time has come ... it's only fate
She took some pills in her room back stage
And now she's just a passing rage.
We'll only remember what she did.
Never knowing exactly what was hid
To make her take her life without cause
Not even waiting for the applause!

I wrote this for my Mommy :)

*TO MY MOTHER©

It's hard for a mother, I presume,

To stand by and give their children room.
Tolerate pain within her heart,
Letting them go to find their start.
How hard it must be to see them fail
Get themselves lost on life's long trail.
To stand by while they set themselves right
And all her instincts she must fight.
For only shall her children grow
When love not aid is what she'll show.
To let them learn from their mistakes
No matter how long or how much it takes.
Providing the warmth and tenderness
And wisdom to laugh with them at the mess.
Well Mom I feel you've been the best
You truly stand out among the rest.
For you've stood by and watched me fall
From when I was little ... learning to crawl.
To the times of today when I've grown to be
And you've stood by and let me be me.
Not knocking my dreams or the things that I do
Thank you Mom for being you
For being my Mother, but more importantly
For being the best of friends to me

*Please remember: All my poetry has been copyrighted and registered through a process known in Canada as the Queen's copyright. If you'd like to know about this simple process to copyright your work, e-mail me.

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