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Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
why do you love me better after
you've made me cry

i become supplicant
and your love swells

you become
sweet again

tender loving concern pours forth

i lie spent
on the floor
exhausted

is it exacted punishment?
                                         on all women?

on she who sent you to that place of inhumanity?

that destroyer of boys, men and
ultimately women

will it ever change
Boarding sch at a tender age has a lot to answer for.....
Eileen Prunster Apr 2012
why do i spend so much time

angsting over (willthisrhyme?)

am i fat?
or are am i thin?
do i have the right
wherein....  
                     where·in (hwâr-n, wâr-)
                     adv.
                     In what way; how: Wherein have we sinned?
                     conj.
                     1. In which location; where: the country wherein those people live.
                     2. During which.
                     3. In what way; how:



all such empty
prattling
DIN!!!!!



lovers
friends
family
we all
end in
the re cycle
bin
A mix of a ditty like rhyme that 1/2 popped in with some i lines i tried conciously to write
Eileen Prunster Apr 2012
waves sigh
    across the sand
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
the moon

a pearl

on
deep
velvet
blue
Eileen Prunster Apr 2012
closed minds
shut

like
slammed doors

and you
may as well
both be

on foreign shores
Coming up against someone who is not open to even considering another view and who lashes out with insult can feel a bit like you've been slapped it's bruising
not just to the slapped but slappee... ;o)  they don't see that or maybe they do hence the door slamming
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
when i walk a coastal cliff

face i want to wedge into

the eye socket gaze

out to sea forever

become
weathered

like the rock
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
when we touch

it's like a death

all the possibilities

in the space between us

die
thinking about all the possibilities that might have been, how they can fall away in the choosing of one..
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
infinities eyesight

given to

the

hunch
back

the infirm

and

the
really
quite

                                  ­                                 insane
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
we've
      run
        through
                            all

our possibilities


         circle
come       full
        back


as much the same

                                                                        as differant


        s
          p  
        i
          r    
      a
          l
            s
   wiinth
    s
        p
     i
r
a
   l
      s
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
dawn

no longer rescues

me and the full moon

mock
a sleepless night shared with a whey faced moon...
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
you

whittled away so much of

me

to get

the shape you wanted

now cry

at the pieces

cast
down
on

the floor

you

got what you wanted not less but


“ more ”
can never title a piece of writing somehow it doesnt seem to fit what i write whatever that is ;o)
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
trying to

hold onto

what

was never grasped
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
what is it
this thing we do

trying to paste pieces of infinity into scrapbooks

as if we could

yet somehow...
Thinking about my compulsion to collect

shells rocks leaves driftwood lava rock from the beach....
Eileen Prunster Apr 2012
sunset

orange breakers
roll across eastern skies
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
she spends her life painting

out her existance

on
fake
faces
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
a lake of gold

pools

on the ground around

my golden elm tree

sunrise and sets

of gold who is

as rich

as lucky me
Eileen Prunster Apr 2012
just be
you


dont
think about
who
that
is
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
i am a witch
have foreseen my death

a waking dream growing closer

no time

all that your love brought

crystallizing
here on these shores

walking
wind swept
head bowed
precognition on the seashore...
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
mist rising in the valley

grey  g a u z e

pierced by dark green
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
he
fell

in love

of that
i'm sure

but

with

himself!

i'm out the door
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
what could i do but run

that one poem
altho i knew
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
I wanted to post you some autumn leaves

blood red
jewel like
littering my garden

enclosed in an envelope they withered
darkened to dull

the love that nearly sent them glows
I have some deciduous trees and their autumn leaves are one of my favourite things so glorious
precious jewels in their decay
Eileen Prunster Apr 2012
let me

sink

in
to

the

abyss
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
your right up there
with the sunsets baby

full moon bright
and i dont mean maybe

hold me tight
.... ....   ....  ....  ....  .  


its just another friday night
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
on tree branch
bare

there sits

a bird

with song
as
sweet

as ever heard
and it was.....
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
moon
beams
drip
splashing
silver
splotches
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
i like that you give me

your guts

and your bones
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
nothing begins

or ends

in
life

and what is


                                                                          far
                                                                           away


isnexttoyou
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
i've
dreamed
of

jumping freight trains

and

althoineverhave

i
stay
on
the
wagon
of
more
than

one train

they                                          
           ­                                  go


                                      in

                  ­                                                             all


      directions
thinking about addictions and the desire to run away from self
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
i have seen the death crone
she is in the background

clutching a chair she wants to pull it up next to me

get me comfortable
with whats to come
shes good at that

will i go into her arms gracefully?

she is quite beautiful
death is not so bad.... ;o)  the getting there however...
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
moilandtoil

then

into the soil....
Eileen Prunster Mar 2012
the morning
moon

a
thin
pale
ghost
Eileen Prunster Feb 2014
a cold wind blows
and golden elm
is shedding her summer dress
gold medallions lie in pots
the ground beneath her
soon a mess
Beginning of the end of summer
us
Eileen Prunster Dec 2012
us
red pulses
heartbeat
where have i been
you
in my veins surge
on re discovering
no hope
we lie
dying
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
Lead paned windows
beam shafts of coloured light
dust motes floating
spiral upwards
released from
captive carpets
flee
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
why is it
men cannot   see
that what   appears
to be    vanity      (in a woman)
is often
fear
because female looks
are so important
to the male
my dear
;o)
Eileen Prunster Dec 2012
visions...
are they that?
or is it your brain
teaching you what it's learned
while you weren't looking
wondering about visions of the future that sometimes come like poems and then eventuate
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
i didn't turn out
as you expected
characteristics
you detected
let down your dreams
of how "we'd" be
as is the same
for me
what will we do
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
peony rose
a tight pink fist
will open soon
to whatever
comes
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
in that room
you felt like
the whole world
Eileen Prunster Dec 2012
the world removed
a childs world
idyllically drifting with the wind
sloughing off dreary earthbound millstones
free and rising with intense delight
we
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
we
i look at myself
and see
someone else
which one
is me
Eileen Prunster Jun 2014
i don't want some media host
telling me what's what
and  “ do we approve of this opinion ”
and  “ do we approve of that ”
as if they have the right to question
everyone's opinions
to call it in as if it's wrong?
hold several vivisections
let's share our thoughts on media
on twitter tweet and 2 facedbook
then hopefully with this campaign
we'll all have the same look
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
Irony
love comes
this late
do i care
Eileen Prunster Jul 2012
beautiful red in the sky this morning
reminds me of that shepherds warning
there was no red in the sky last night
so maybe the weather warnings right
there might be rain during today
oh wind please come drive it away
although the garden needs its boon
I'd rather clear skies so sun shine soon
I have not a clue why rhyming ditties run thro my head when i'm 'absent' in daydream      i don't even like the results but put them up anyway for what is embarrassment but a self inflicted wound  Lol
Eileen Prunster Sep 2013
ceilings are what we are
nothing more we kid ourselves
you know that despite what you write
which is to yourself anyway
altho you don't listen
Eileen Prunster Sep 2012
oh to feel
the sun on my skin
so tired of this grey
I'm trapped within
no sunshine shadows
no blue in the sky
rain lashes the windows
I want to cry
Eileen Prunster Apr 2012
she's putting the last of her juice
on the page

he's treating the world
as if it's his stage

both telling the other to
                                               go

act your age

their lives not a play
but a buried one page
life is often petty     rating a one page story in the news if we are unlucky only to be wrapped around last nights dinner scraps and binned
Eileen Prunster Aug 2012
unreality
such a part
of
reality
how can it be
unreal
having a play with dual meanings
Eileen Prunster Nov 2012
computers gone bananas
it's driving me insane
the pages scrolling up and down
then down and up again

replying to the poems
is taking me an age
I click onto the comment box
go to another page....:o(

so if I'm seeming tardy
please do not take offence
it isn't that I'm snubbing you
comps down is my defence
Having frustrating issues with my comp the last handful of days
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