I hate holidays

I hate holidays, They’re filled with memories and minutes that are empty, They’re not exciting, All those you love are dead, They are lonely holes, Holes were once was laughter, They consume nothing, The only joy I can’t remember I spent in northern Wisconsin, Shutting my eyes won’t get me there, Your imagination folly, I

Just breathe

Moment by moment, Just breathe, Stars ignite, Tears fall, Just breathe, Eyes are full, Years flip by Heart aches, A giggle is heard, Just breathe, A puppy barks, A kitten purrs, A baby cries, I sigh, Those I love taken away, Alone stands I, One lesbian butch alone weeps, Just breathe,

Sunlight

Pitters me out, If its not that its a feline upon my lap, Or wondering why a kitten infested with flees has to suffer instead of wearing a flee collar before shes three months old, Flee bathing gets us clean flees, Flees give my babies worms, This is my family, Diana Kee Dudley of granbury

Swing the door

Swing the door this way, Swung it that way, You moved, Who phoned, Two cans and a string, It worked, Where is she who knows, Treasures silly are kept, Locked on empaths heart, Empaths seek that person who without efford, Swings the door, Unlocks hidden truths kept out of sight, I share enough, I have

Poetry in motion,

Lemons are for lemonade, Never run with scissors, Poet’s get meloncholy, I dream of going back to where safe was, Another time, A time full of fear, Teased to tears, I remember my first published poem, No one ever seem to understand, My feelings, My words, Like wind falls a wind fall is an apple

Too many

Last choice, Depressed her needs, Talked down to even if I eat, Tired of have ng to be positive for her, Tired of peoples cons, Being cold, Business others ligit, Older when I was kid was not seen as a mark, Now grey is to use, Children dye there hair from birth, Doesn’t make them

Some of us

Like lost animals we seek where we belong, Lonliness kind of prison, I listen, I hear emptiness, Stillness, Is this life, Is this future, Wheres laughter? Wheres our better half, The half that make us whole?

Glimpse of morrows to come

Since history repeats, We seek yesterday, Viewing maybe tomorrows, How far back do we go? When I was young Weekly Reader predicted in few hundred years glaciers would be gone, Prediction due to man’s steadfastness chasing all mighty buck deminished that time, Carelessness,pollution,ignorance, Blight, toxication, Mother earths tears, Eroding our true deity What traumatic event

Was on FB since 2002

Its like loosing family, Like I was gutted, Hacked, Loath crooks, Conniving bastards,

Yesterday’s lips,

Without a lone crow cawed, Unseen yet present, Room within, Cold as fresh fallen snow, Crisp lackless, Vacant warmth, Hint of cherry incense consumed the air, Speck of lip gloss upon her collar, Heart silent, No entryway visible, Still, Darken room, Corpse where she fell, Ashen color, Fire still roared, Cat curled in her still