Pen and Paper
PEN AND PAPER
If you were the pen and I was the paper
Look at the cover and every date and number
If I was the pen and you were the paper
I would remember every mark now
On every page
If there was no pen and there was no paper
As we stare until the words come off the page
until the glow of the streetlights guide us home
...Graceful ballerina
Flirtatious Thirsty Dream: stroking like the music of Angel Wings. You will be more than a holiness than a carnal, glowing cell; Among the ladies, the Only One! Because every day you close and close your creative petals and buds in roaring winds as well, so that your karakan will bloom with will! Saltó bursts out of suicidal ravines with the flickering catch of Saltó mortal trapezes that curl high through flattering flattering soles!
You reconstruct your day with the flaming rebirth of the Phoenixes every day! From the sword of human applause, your fear is strained in an airless room - lest you get in trouble yet! Your sun-river will shine in your precious silk eyes if you have done your maximalist work well! Your golden light amber skin will be kissed daily by the Sun instead of me; trombone lips demand of you too, like the compromised sensation from ...
THE BEACH...
As oceans meet a golden beach,
I search for dreams, within my reach,
Gentle waves caress my feet,
Strangers share a friendly greet.
........
Forever one to look ahead,
Free from all that caused my dread,
The past is better left behind,
Casting shadows from my mind.
.......
The sun, reflected on the sea,
Provokes a sense of mirth in me,
As I view her golden rays,
I look ahead to better days.
......
Echoes of a distant roar,
...Six Months
Six months in darkness,
six months in light
Tilted earth axis,
top and, bottom
six months of day,
followed by six,
months of night,
photography captures,
clothing colours,
dim or bright,
but black and, white,
souls are seen,
in full light,
made up of pearlescence,
and, beautiful,
wood lamps light,
darkness can prevail,
and, still shine with,
with long days,
of black, and white
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Holegn
Holegn,
don't prick,
your finger,
on spiky leaves,
be careful of Holly,
please,
Just enjoy
domestic happiness,
with ease
Defense, and protection
Passes over,
like light breeze
Just don't eat the,
red berries
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Plum Pudding
Frumenty 14th century,
filled like a warm,
soup entry,
prep fasting,
17th century,
recipes make,
an entry
Plum pudding,
in Victorian century,
no plums,
but raisins evidentiary,
adding brandy cream,
In this century
Eyes will be closed,
following entry
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
My neverfailing love.
My Neverfailing Love...
Walking with a sunken pain,
I limp every next, for pride.
No faith, no belief, not even
greed, in my losing stride.
Wasted for good, wasted by glory,
I seek an emotion.
Slapped by fate, robbed by time
sensing a premonition.
Well, the times shall change,
the times shall sail.
But the love, for a soul that blessed
my world, shall never ever fail.
...
Knife looting dreams Â
In the cemetery trenches of eye pits, prodigal dreams line up; mourning each other every day! Dripping crater tears, like clotted blood droplets, are still wasting halfway between the grids of wrinkles and they don't know where and where they're going ?!
The undeserved Present: We are enslaved to our heads as ozone hole brains in the form of guard-protectors. The curse of reality is forever on our hands: the prisoner-handcuff! Our senses go out to a solidified light as a whistling baggage! Staring looting eyes cherish empty nights Cosmos canvases v
If we could still switch back to the roots of the Present so we can start all over with new cards! With a hangover depicted the next day, Dawn also seems like a lunar eclipse! Promised dreams fall into each other's throats if they can't come true! ...
Lets go back
Bring me back how we started
Coz I'm getting distorted
With all this feelings being complicated
Don't know how to end it.
I cherished every memory
I reminisce those hours that we are still happy
Looking back how things go wrong
All I know is you, where I belong.
I wish I have this ability
To relive our distant reality
And maybe then
You could be mine again.
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