I don't know
When she's coming back
Or when we'll be
A family
Or when the next earthquake
Will shake our house
As violently as
His voice did when
They fought.

I don't know
When he's coming back
Or when she'll be
In love again
Or when this hurricane
Will finally destroy
Every part of us
Until there's absolutely
Nothing left.

I don't know
When we'll be back
Or if we ever will be
But I do know
That my mother
Doesn't wear her
Wedding rings
Anymore.

(for Jill Jones)

Each day is always possible
I fling myself at chances.

My horizon pulses its limitless light
splitting atoms, shattering the white.

Silver birches shiver spotlights
whispering forgotten lines in my ears.

Feathered clouds soar and skim
as I taste the vast blue skin of sky.

I catch the words beneath the waves
each tide of syllables and song.

I’m sand-etched and scratch at
language lost and left on the shore.

I make for the glowing yellow moment  
and live in metaphor.


© M.L.Emmett 2016

Catch waste of time is possible
but
Catch the one we love is impossible

That magically moment when something unexpected
All most impossible happens
It makes you question everything you've been taught
About the universe and the world
You for just an instant
See the world through the eyes of your inner child
When EVERYTHING was possible.

Every opportunity comes in the form of a disguise
When an opportunity seems to be there, then many things seem possible
Initially, at the first instance only be absolutely sure as to whether or not an opportunity is available.
Once confirmed, then no point in looking back.
Time now to get hold of the things and make sure that the opportunity does not get out of hands.
Definitely every opportunity comes in the form of a disguise.

The disguise can be that of an odd, a challenge or some difficulty
It's absolutely important to be honest to your ownself, then the opportunity will not get out of hands.
What follows later is an experience gained from an opportunity that came along the way
Experiences have got an important place in everyone's life, good or bad comes later, much later.

Opportunities multiply when they are seized,
however, they die when neglected.

Nothing succeeds like success, same is with opportunity
Once an opportunity is seized upon,
time now to wait for the next.

Time alone can tell when the next opportunity will come,
till then keep your fingers crossed and wait for the same.

All the signals of separation,
Are found in you,

Like chassis and demands,
Of fallen broken views,

These images that you form
And cease to be amazed,

By crowning thorns of death,
And foolish puns of fame,

Like truth I breath in waters,
Unknown among the rest,
Priced in God's great Kingdom
A soul who's put to rest,
Forever I entail,
To seek the seething Son,
The Man of Calvary broken,
For all the be set free

There are thousands of cars everywhere, parked,
Some to the sides, others facing each other,
The outside a gloomy dark grey haze,
The sun casting a pale empty light over the
Desolate, bleak landscape of sand far away.
Hundreds of empty cars, an end-days scene,
This dark tunnel unbelievable as can be,
I'm looking for a cause of all this I'm seeing,
Suddenly these angry glossy eyes of "the thin one"
Right before me, in an instant I see him staring back
At me, like a preying mantis? It's something unreal.
*But this is how I found out about them in my dream.

Let me learn how to trust, without excuses or reservations.
Unlimited to what You can do, my heart only yearns to be fully obedient.
So much to see and learn,  with You Lord how can I fail.
How can I look past your face and be easily enticed be the noisy background.
Surely that world has nothing to offer,
Besides disappointment and regret.
If only there were a true key that unlocked chambers that hold the secret to success...how splendid life might be.

Recently I've discovered that one of my peons was posted on tumblr without my permission. Although they did list my name as the writer I am upset about this and I don't know what to do. It is the first poem I posted, which is called Knighted Fools, and I don't know if they have done this to others. I'm going to list some that I find on this person's blog. Their blog is called  lil-blog-of-poetry
List of poems on there (again I don't know if they have been taken from this website or somewhere else. I also have not been able to reach the writer of this tumblr blog)
Possible Princess by Chelsea
New Year's  (Haiku #7) by Brittle Bird