Kiss Me
Originally posted on Smith Shine Poetry:
From the first I knew I’d kiss you a peck to neck, my car my bed your cherry blossoms engulf chemical racing straight to my head so…
The Elixir…
The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading
Sheena, my Bonnie gal.
Sheena, my Bonnie gal. I found the prettiest girl I ever seen on a cold Winter day in 1978. She had auburn hair, golden brown eyes and the skin of snow. I told… Continue reading
Rewilding the Field
Originally posted on Tales From the Seed:
A personal essay Image by Annie Spratt It is a clear November morning. An early mist has settled over the field into a thick blanket of…
The ballad of the pissed-off lady.
The ballad of the pissed-off lady… She was unbounded and a wounded pretty lady drinking alone. She loved the silence, she loved the whiskey and she loved the sea. She didn’t want to… Continue reading
Lamentation of an disenchanted do-gooder
Originally posted on Eva van Beek:
Throw that syrup up the wallNothing sweet! Not at all. The fields are shred to open wounds,chopped to cost-effective chunks. Yet the rats are digging deeper,find the…
I ain’t marching no-more…
We don’t want to fight no-more….. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading
Are we beggars for love?
Are we beggars for love?… We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading
The dance of Delia….
(From the dark comes the lightFrom the words you write Light is energyLike your love for me Your spoken word is the air I breatheYour tongue is sea © Delia Ross. 2020) The… Continue reading
