In my house there are
many many shoes enough
for a centipede

High-heels , Wedges , Flats
Trainers , Work-Boots , Slippers , Pumps
Boots , Flip-flops , Sliders

If I had a wand
Full of magical Powers
I'd shrink all the shoes

And donate them to
all centipedes little feet
They could start a trend

I think all other
insects would be inspired
to wear little shoes

Maybe one day I'd
find a magical wand full
of silvery stars

And all the insects
Will have little shoes to wear
to keep there feet warm

We live in a dome
Filled with trees and butterflies
And crispy mixed lilts

I watched daylight
Begin to fade behind clouds
She grew old quickly

one silent crow
flying near the sun
to get noticed

Silly tabby cat
Dares to walk on window ledge
Thinking it's an ant

If ceilings had no
corners there be no walls , we'd all
be just omelettes eggs

Oh dear woke with a
feeling of aneixty
early this morning

there it was sitting
in my chest webbing my heart
into a panic

so I inhaled a
gulp of air held it
for a short while

oops nearly forgot
to exhale , nearly met up with
angels in heaven

soon calmness begins
to settle , kick arsing fear
right down to my toes

where I get up and
walk leaving fear to scatter
alone on carpet

Hmmm must remember
to hoover floors later with
an extra wide smile

outside the weather
looks rather dull again but
that's okay I think

I've got my jacket
and pumps and a packet
of peppermint gum

I can hear lorries
driving by , there must be lots
of deliveries

all ready to stock up
shops or whatever , jeez
there tyres are huge

I take another
swig of deep air and am so
ready for today

manage to get a
grip on my aneixty
which makes me happy

I feel like zorro
as I'm ready to take on
the world with power

got my black cape and
horse chewing a strand of hay  
parked outside waiting

o okay that's an
exaggeration but i
loved zorro when young

Ah well goodbye for
now mustn't ramble on , the
day is waiting for me

It's an average day
The sky mashed up potatoes
and forgot the veg

no birds I hear sing
just the sound of passing cars
and a kitchen fridge

blowing freeda ******
hula hoops into stale air
holding hands in circle
of teen friendship
ignoring lifes stable path
of family love
choosing time and time again
the darker side of life
filled with Jeremy Kyles
problematic souls
and all I can do
is remain silent and hope
one day she shreds
her cocoon and sees
what real love is

Sleepy eyes
circles the mind
swimming like a whale
in and out of ocean
blowing letters
up into blue sky
to then splash
back into ocean
making twinkles
glisten silvery twinks
just like stars in night sky
oh my days
life as flourished
into a blooming flower
where it survives
all through autumn and winter
and no matter how cold
the earth gets
there is always a light
at the end of a tear

she lives in basement
flicking paint on white canvas
listening to opera
wearing a long worn jumper
and Jesus sandals.
Her grey straggly hair
like a cloudy day
and her toffy voice
lingered softly after each word.
Her two daughters
adopted or kidnapped
yet both the image
of there sweet mother.
One glimpse of this lady
and my mind as already
made accusations
and I don't even know her.

If poetry sites
never existed , would we
even write poetry

If you only got
one like or one heart would you
still write poetry

If you were never
reposted shared or trended
Would you still write

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None of those things
above matter ,writing should
be enjoyed by oneself

sometimes I don't want
to write poetry , but my
passion for words smile

Only began writing
when I was sad , help myself
back to happy place

so now I question
why I still even write , what
is it all about

i love my family
and life is extremely good
to me..my heart blooms

of course like many
being a mother , brings some
worries when can't help

i love nature too
dam it is so beautiful
it's another world

much prefer fun writes
shows my sense of humour
life to short to cry

of course at times I
feel angry at this cruel world
but beauty exists

pass caring about
people who don't care for me
there loss not mine

so why do I write
not looking for love either
been blessed with enough

in real life i swear
lots of words , ******* hell , ****
Nothing wrong with it

It sure don't make me
a lesser person than I
already am..I'm me

Suffered depression
dam grey nasty moody clouds
fault the ****** lot

So why the hell do
I continue to write , its
a question I ask

Yeap I ask myself
a lot lately , still unsure
as to why I write

I cooked veggie soup
and gave some to Mother Earth
with a gaping mouth

little earthy birds
dancing happily on grass
with summer daisies

Soft delicate breeze
Blowing forever kisses
From angels above

Happy thoughts are nice
Negative thoughts are lousy
Postive thoughts RULE :-)

Seeping through window
Powder blue morning sky feels
on top of the world

In a lazy mood
Lots of chores sitting waiting
Now what's on TV :)

Policemen on horses
Casually trotting on by
A rare occasion

recycling bag
rustles in bellowing wind
ready for a change

worn out patio
looking under the weather
at the rain soaked earth

Inqusitive fly
Enjoying glorious light
Of life beyond life